Looking at the three babies again, the eldest one looked at her with a somewhat unfriendly and cold look, as if he was looking at an enemy!
The older one looked at her, wanting to move closer but hesitant. The one the man with glasses was holding in his arms looked like a girl, soft and cute, stretching out her hands for her to hold!
The most important thing is that all three of her children are as cute as she is! Even the child stars in later movies probably look like this!
She also reached out to catch the smallest one.
The man with glasses didn't give her the child. Instead, he asked in a cold tone, "How are you? Are you feeling better?"
Su He was a little hesitant. The man with glasses had a deep and pleasant voice, and his Mandarin was also very standard. Unfortunately, it was a bit like a robot's voice, too cold, so cold that it made people shiver!
She actually shivered and forgot to answer the question.
The man with glasses lost his patience and asked again: "Why don't you say anything? How do you feel?"
Su He tried to speak, but her mouth was dry and her throat was a bit hoarse. "I feel dizzy and want to vomit!"
After Su He finished speaking, she frowned and thought: I seem to have forgotten something. Oh, right, there is no memory of the master! She is going to pretend to have amnesia!
The man with glasses glared at her, put Xiaobao next to her, and instructed: "Big brother, take good care of your little sister. Don't let her touch your mother's wound!"
The little girl sighed like a grown-up and agreed. She looked at Su He again and said to her, "Mom, can you be more sensible in the future? Please don't make Dad angry, okay? Dad is very tired. I think he didn't sleep all night for the past two days!"
No matter how slow Su He was, he knew that these children must be the owner's children!
She wondered: Could it be that the time-traveling god gave her a golden finger that meant three adorable babies? Without having to go through the pain of childbirth herself, she could have three adorable babies, all her biological children?
She nodded and followed the man with glasses to name the child: "Well, how old are you? I'm your mother? But I don't remember anything!"
When my mother heard what she said, she nervously squeezed forward and said, "Mom, there's me, there's me, you're also my mother!"
Daxiao was a few years older after all, so he turned around and ran out after hearing what Su He said.
Su He thought: The boss must have told the man with glasses that she had lost her memory!
Ma lay on the bed, shaking Su He's hand: "Mom, you forgot, let Dad tell you! You have to remember, don't give the delicious food to uncle in the future, save it for us to eat!"
Su He: “…”
!
Could it be that the mistress is a brother-supporting demon? Or even a brother-supporting demon? Even this little kid in front of me knows the mistress's attributes?
Just when she was looking up at the sky in silence, she heard a "mua" sound on her face. It was Xiaobao who kissed her with saliva. After the kiss was successful, Xiaobao burst into laughter!
Su He couldn't help but want to kiss Xiaobao. What kind of angel baby is this? How can he be so cute!
Big, round eyes with not-quite-obvious double eyelids. When she smiles, her eyes curve, and she has bags under her eyes. Her skin is fair, and her hair is still fluffy, a little longer than a buzz cut, but not too long! Her hands are chubby and have dimples.
Just when she was about to pull Xiaobao into her arms, the man with glasses came in with a large bowl in his hand and placed it on the desk next to the bed: "Hurry up and drink it, Xiaobao, don't hold me anymore!"
Su He wanted to sit up, but the dizziness came again!
Seeing that she was having difficulty getting up, the man with glasses walked over, put his hands under her armpits, and lifted her up in an instant. He then stuffed the pillow next to her behind her, turned around, and handed the bowl to her.
Su He: Although he has a cold face, he is quite caring!
Su He held the bowl in his hand and looked down: Oh wow, it looks pretty good. The large bowl looks more like white rice porridge, with a lot of frangipani mixed in it. It seems that eggs are also beaten in it!
In this day and age, is this kind of food meant for sick patients?
Or did the man with glasses prepare it specially for her?
(Opening a new article! Spread the flowers~~ The 1960s, the background is imaginary, and the author has all kinds of personal settings, so please don’t argue!)
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