However, once the child can walk, it becomes difficult to take care of him.
Because the two boys don’t like to sleep during the day and are very active. They always want to look everywhere, touch, taste and play. They are very curious about the world.
Shen Xiaobei had to follow them anytime and anywhere, watching them, not daring to relax for a second.
She was afraid that in the blink of an eye, the two boys would do something weird and scare her to death.
Every time Wang Yisan saw her, she looked nervous, doting, and helpless as she followed Shui En and Mu En.
They all laughed happily and teased her: "Stinky woman, you are now like a follower of my two godsons. My two godsons can't get rid of you even if they want to, hahahaha..."
"Hate it! Have you never been your Chen Xiong's follower? I'm almost dying of exhaustion following these two energetic guys who don't like to sleep during the day!"
"You don't help me share the burden, and you still make sarcastic remarks. What a bullshit godmother, right, sons? Is your godmother a bullshit godmother?"
"You stinky woman, you always try to sow discord in front of my godsons! My godsons grew up eating snacks given by their godmother. Don't you understand the saying that people are soft-spoken when they eat someone else's food?"
"Come on, Shui'en, Mu'en, call godmother!"
"F---!"
"F---!"
"Hey, Shui En Mu En, you're so good. Godmother will go in and get you some cookies! You stinky woman, did you see that? My godsons are calling godmother so affectionately that they won't listen to your provocation."
"Stinky godmother, you're so proud of yourself!"
After Wang Yishan teased the two children, she pouted proudly at Shen Xiaobei, then turned around and went back to her room with a smile to get biscuits for the two children.
In fact, Wang Yishan is really a competent and good godmother. Since the birth of the two children, she has helped Shen Xiaobei share a lot of responsibilities.
However, seeing that the two children have grown up, Shen Xiaobei does not want to leave the responsibility of accompanying the children and raising them to others.
After all, raising a child is a one-way street and there is no way back.
As a mother, I must do it myself to have a clear conscience.
This kind of ordinary life, with lovers, children and friends around, and being able to happily bicker with them every day, which is a bit hard but very warm, had to come to an abrupt end in July.
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