Yunhua Pavilion

The small desk can be called a mini desk, which is so cute.

Xiao Jing baby was lying on it, muttering something in his mouth.

Bai Yaoyu listened carefully and said, "Well, her son has read it right."

Since she was poisoned, she has no time to decorate Xiaojing's baby's baby room like a kindergarten classroom. She has a lot of textbooks, and she has bought a lot of preschool education books and is preparing to use... In the end, she has not had much time.

Come and teach your son how to read a few simple words.

My son is very smart and can understand it faster than ordinary children, and he can see it at a glance.

Other babies are still learning how to call them mom and dad, and her son will do it when he is eight months old.

Now he can read some ancient poems with clear artistic conception.

Why can't she be proud of this as a mother?

However, Long Qingye couldn't bear to see Bai Yaoyu working so hard for the child's affairs.

There was a baby who had not been weaned yet, which was already exhausted enough. Now, with one in her belly, she felt pain from time to time. Long Qingye was very dissatisfied and almost wanted Uncle Luo to remove these things.

Bai Yaoyu was very unhappy. She had less time to go, so could she not move her?

Long Qingye's face changed and he almost started arguing with her again, but when he thought of her body, he couldn't help but yelling like this, so he could only let her do so.

However, he did not hesitate to warn her cruelly that if he could hear a word about death, he would not have to be polite to her.

Although she was very strict, Bai Yaoyu was very happy in her heart. On the other side, she couldn't help but feel scared. If she really died, would Long Qingye be extremely sad? Will her son cry and look for him?

Mother?

Whenever she thought of this, she felt chill all over, as if she suddenly was in the Jade North Pole, with ice and snow, and then pain would come one after another.

Xiao Jing was frustrated with the chanting, so Xiaopang shook his hand and threw out the thin preschool education book.

Bai Yaoyu came to her senses and blamed the baby a few words.

"Xiao Jing, books cannot be thrown around. Books are our spiritual food, do you understand?"

Then, he turned around and picked up the poor book.

Xiao Jing’s baby bites his fingers and is spiritual food? What is it? Is it delicious?

He shook his head, but he didn't like reading! Looking at this colorful picture-carried enlightenment book really insulted his IQ~

Tsk! He won't watch! Don't watch!

Bai Yaoyu squatted down and got the book. Suddenly, he turned around and felt a slight pain in the depths of his body.

She is so familiar with this pain.

This pain was only shallow at first, but later it would become more and more painful, as if it was torture her to death before she was willing to be willing to.

After a moment of trance, he fell to the ground.

Her nerves were stimulated by pain, and she turned over with discomfort.

Long Qingye was at work and Uncle Luo went out for a walk. There was only her and her son in Yunhua Pavilion, and no one else.

What to do? It hurts again, who does she ask for help?

The white visible blood vessels were inserted into the floor, and terrifying lines were drawn out.

After a long time, she was still twitching on the ground.

He bit his lower lip tightly and endured the pain in his body.

Xiao Jing's baby found something was wrong, why did his mum sleep on the ground?

He quickly got up from his small chair and trotted to Bai Yaoyu.

Bai Yaoyu's face turned pale and purple, and her vermilion lips were bitten and she lost all her blood.

Xiao Jing's baby was startled and jumped around in front of her.

“Mum…?”

He was so anxious that he was spinning around. What should I do? Moma seemed to be sick and looked very uncomfortable!

The little head shook, right!

"Call...find a dad..."
Chapter completed!