Ling Mo turned his head to look at Ning Yuanlan, "Very good-looking, our family Baolu is a very creative stylist!" ”

"Uh-huh, I'm a very creative stylist." Although Ling Baolu still doesn't understand what the position of stylist is, she can know from her father's tone that it is very remarkable, so she calls herself a "very creative stylist".

"Come, let's get in the car." Ling Mo first let Ning Yuanlan get into the car, and after she buckled the seat belt, he handed her daughter into her arms, "Go, give your mother a hug." ”

Ling Baolu's little pot friend obediently let his mother hold him, and with his mother, he watched his father walk past the front of the car, and soon opened the driver's door and sat in.

"Dad, you're going to make a delicious birthday meal for Baolu today, right?" When Ling Mo started the car, Ling Baolu's little pot friend asked happily.

"yes, what does Baolu want to eat?" Ling Mo started the car and drove the car out.

"Well, I want to eat Christmas roast chicken, and birthday cake, and ......" The little girl hugged a lot of dish names in a row, Ling Mo wrote them down while driving, and when she arrived at the supermarket, she put the little girl in the shopping cart and started to look for ingredients.

First of all, of course, to buy roast chicken, there will be a lot of people coming today, so Ling Mo chose a very large roast chicken, and also selected some materials to make cakes, and also selected some beef and seafood, and bought two shopping carts, the supermarket staff already knew them, and saw that they had to hold the children and screw things again, so they came over to help them push things to the parking lot, put all the ingredients in the car, and then pushed the shopping cart away.

"Thank you, uncle, goodbye, uncle." Ling Baolu's little pot friend said thank you to them very politely and said goodbye.

"You're welcome." Beautiful and sensible children, everyone likes them, the supermarket employees said goodbye to them and continued to go back to work, while Ning Yuanlan hugged Baolu and sat back in the passenger seat.

"Let's go, Baolu, let's go home." Ling Mo got in the car, started the car and drove home, after going home, the family made lunch, Ling Baolu also had a little pot friend, and his mother picked vegetables together, after lunch, the family went back to the master bedroom to take a nap, after the little guy changed into pajamas, he took the hands of his father and mother and said, "After noon, I sleep with my parents, at night, I sleep with my brother, I accompany my parents during the day, and I accompany my brother at night." ”

"Good!" Ning Yuanlan smiled, bent down and hugged her: chuang, let the little girl sleep between herself and Ling Mo.

Ling Baolu lay between his father and mother, turning his head to look at his mother for a while, and then turning his head to look at his father, smiling happily, "Mom and Dad, good afternoon." ”

"Good afternoon." Ning Yuanlan stretched out his hand to hug her and kissed her on the forehead, the little girl obediently closed her eyes, lay flat between her parents and fell asleep slowly.

Ling Baolu's sleep quality was very good, and he fell asleep all of a sudden, Ling Mo looked at Ning Yuanlan, "At this time three years ago, she was still so young. ”

Ning Yuanlan looked at the appearance of her mural and smiled with relief, didn't she? Baolu was born at ten o'clock this morning three years ago, at this time three years ago, she was still a baby in swaddling clothes, and now she is so old, she can call her parents, she can eat and sleep by herself, and her little long legs run faster than anyone else, because she always sticks to her father, so whenever Ling Mo makes an intimate move towards her, this little girl will be jealous!