Dwarf Mud Duck.
Love you.
Three words: light and shallow.
It can bear extraordinary weight.
Now it was Song Yiyi's turn to be at a loss whether to laugh or cry. Cen Yue finally understood the meaning of the pun.
The person in my arms smiled.
The flickering emotions are very alluring.
Cen Yue leaned over gently, the tenderness in his eyes spreading directly to the corners of his eyes and eyebrows.
He lowered his eyes and stared at Song Yiyi, his gaze lingering on her lips for a moment, then quickly looked away and said softly, "Can you tell me now why you are crying?"
Song Yiyi pursed her lips.
Lying on the small bed, Tuanzi hummed twice, twisted his body, opened his mouth and started crying.
Song Yiyi's reaction was even greater than Cen Yue's.
She stood up and ran to the little dumpling, raising her hands to hug him.
"Don't move."
Cen Yue walked over in two or three steps, snatched up Tuanzi from her arms, and tilted his head, "Go put on the shawl, don't catch a cold."
Song Yiyi is very hot.
In mid-July, the temperature in the north still doesn't get cool at night.
What's more, she was wearing long sleeves and long pants.
Cen Yue was busy coaxing the child. He let the little girl lean on his shoulder and turned around to heat the bottle with one hand.
Song Yiyi silently took the shawl and casually put it on her body.
She walked to Cen Yue's side and said, "Let me do it."
Cen Yuegen didn't let her hold the baby.
She could only help with small things.
"come over."
Cen Yue kept moving his hands. When Song Yi came closer, he took the time to kiss her on the forehead.
After the kiss, he said, "Okay, I've helped you, so keep talking and tell me more."
Song Yiyi: “…”
She lingered beside Cen Yue for a long time.
After he finished making the milk, I sat back on the sofa.
The little dumpling nestled in Cen Yue's arms, moving his mouth very quickly, and it was obvious that he was impatient.
Cen Yue would pull the bottle out from time to time.
Let the little dumpling rest for a while before continuing to eat.
Song Yiyi watched from the side, with a lot of thoughts in her mind.
If it were a year ago.
She simply didn't believe that Cen Yue would adapt to life as a new father so quickly.
And he takes such good care of Tuanzi.
If someone had told her at that time: Cen Yue would be a good father.
Song Yiyi must have thought that the man was drunk.
But it turns out he's really good.
Not only is he a qualified father, but also a qualified husband.
"Cen Yue."
Song Yiyi called out to him.
She cried slightly, with tears in her eyes, "I miss my mother."
Probably due to the effect of memory recovery.
Or maybe it was having a baby.
Easily sentimental.
Song Yiyi's longing for Song Wei reached its peak the moment she woke up from her coma.
She never tolerated it.
I thought I'd just have a good sleep.
Who knew that I would dream of Song Wei.
Her mother smiled at her, told her to slow down, and held her and patted her gently.
Teach her the lessons of life.
When I woke up, I saw the little dumpling in Cen Yue’s arms.
Song Yiyi couldn't control her tears, and they fell down.
She hasn't seen her mother for years.
If I don't recover my memory, I can still deceive myself that it only lasts for a little over a year.
The little dumpling finished drinking the milk.
Cen Yue put the bottle on the table, held her upright and burped her.
He freed up his shoulder next to Song Yiyi and held Song Yiyi in his arms.
This posture is somewhat awkward.
Fortunately, Cen Yue has shoulders as broad as the Pacific Ocean, so the two girls can lie in his arms without feeling crowded.
Song Yiyi put her arm around Cen Yue's waist.
Just enough time to stare into the eyes of little Dumpling.
She raised her hand and touched her daughter's cheek, her voice soft and gentle: "Chengcheng, I am your mother."
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