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Chapter 895:Painting

At night, Xiao Lingchuan just entered the house, still did not wait to talk, was scared by his own lady, he strode forward, put Li Haitang in his arms, immediately changed his face, "lady, we do not need to look for Langzhong to see?" 」

He had forgotten that his wife was a doctor.

"Husband, I have."

Li Haitang's eyes are red, aggrieved, since she found that she is pregnant, she has been motionless, she has not eaten anything, still can't help but want to vomit, counting the time, should not come so early.

This is similar to the reaction of raw bean bags, can this be in the stomach can also toss?

“Is he sick?”

Xiaolingchuan saw that the mother was uncomfortable, and the care was chaotic, and he did not understand the meaning of it for a while.

“I’m sick, do you have medicine?”

Li Haitang was so angry that he had his own wild husband's waist and rolled his white eyes.

Xiaolingchuan was the most sensitive, and his whole body was not comfortable, and he stirred down, and then did not know how to answer.

Every time the house, the husband and wife said a little bit of the thong, the essence of Xiaolingchuan as an antidote, Li Haitang also pretended to be their own poisoning, two people play happy.

Now, Xiaolingchuan went straight to the clean room, undressed and washed, and fed the lady.

"Don't move, I'm pregnant."

Li Haitang was helpless, she paid attention to the time, and did not think about it.

Xiaolingchuan's footsteps were in place, like a sculpture, it was half-scented to react, losing its consistent composure, and the voice was trembling, "Yes?"

“I don’t know if it’s a girl or a son.”

Li Haitang nodded, then determined, "about a month."

Xiao Lingchuan closed his eyes and heard the news, first with ecstasy, and then a little low.

Ecstasy, he and his wife have the crystallization of the testimony, the low is that the woman's production is a ghost door, he sent the lady to once, not long, will be sent to the second time.

How good would it be if men could produce?The pain, he could not bear it.

Li Haitang was originally distressed, see the wild husband like this, what else do not understand, she came forward, holding Xiaolingchuan's arm, Sajiao said, "Women give birth to the first birth is difficult, to suffer, the second child if well raised, very fast!" 」

As for vomiting during pregnancy, the body is puffy, these are ignored.

The joy of a new life is enough to dilute everything.

She wanted a little girl, so that the bean bag had a sister, and she was not so alone.

When the girl came down, the bean bag was almost three years old, and the imaginary age was four years old, sensible, and she could take care of her sister.

“Dad, mother!”

The bean bag holds a cloth tiger in her hand, walking with short legs, transnational threshold, and then runs in the direction of the couple, tangled, and directly into the arms of Xiaolingchuan.

“Why don’t you let your mother hold the bag?”

Li Haitang teasing the buns, and when it is not noisy or troublesome, it is still very cute.

“Mother, I have a sister.”

The bean bag said, staring suspiciously at her mother's stomach, and her sister had not yet come out.

Wufu said that his mother's stomach would become bigger and become a ball, and then her sister came out.

"Yes, you have a sister, and you'll be obedient after the beanbag, because your sister doesn't like bugs."

Li Haitang spirit moved, counted on the heart, began to fool the son, "sister is small, do not like insects, do not like ants, do not like to play."

The bean bag frowned, slightly disgusted, and did not overdo it.

"Beanbag, she is your sister, and the parents are a family, and it is your duty to take care of her, just as your parents take care of you."

I don't know if the bean bag can understand, Li Haitang should say or want to say.

“So, what does she like?”

The bean bag has already said a lot of things, that is, it is not very coherent, and strive to express its meaning.

“I like to sing.”

Li Haitang felt that this is very elegant, female, learning is a chess calligraphy and painting.

But the bean bag is not used, or have to ride a horse to shoot arrows, will protect the sister.

“Singing?”

The bean bag turned his eyes, can it still bother him?He is great!

“Oh, can our little bean bag sing?”

Li Haitang pulled a chair, the family sat in front of the oil lamp, the atmosphere is harmonious, so quiet and beautiful.

“The meeting.”

Don't hesitate, nod your head.

“Sing to your mother?”

Li Haitang and his own wild husband looked at each other, and apart from the lullaby, she did not seem to have taught the bean bag to sing.

The little buns have to be sung, and the couple is very much looking forward to it, and even some excited.

“We are pests!We are, the pests!”

Repeatedly, recursively.

Xiao Lingchuan took up a cup of tea and was about to drink water, heard the sound, shook his hand, and almost threw the tea cup out.

He had heard the mountain minor, played and sang, and had seen the play team singing, but with such ugly and distinctive lyrics, he had heard it for the first time.

Li Haitang swung around and trembled and asked, “Who taught you?”

“Five...Blessed...”

Don't hesitate to sell the five blessings!

“Five, give me out, I’ll cut you!”

Li Haitang is ready to raise the kitchen knife, damn five blessings, teach what is not good!

Then, she calmed down, this era is not this tune, it seems that she sings, heard by the five blessings, and learns the past.

Oh, hey, it's...

“We are the pests!”

The little bean bag thinks he sings well and completely let go of himself.

Li Haitang was pale and regretted her words, which was the most wrong decision she had made.

Chess painting, only painting, can learn.

Li Haitang changed his mouth again, at least painting quietly, not playing with bugs, not making a sound, a painting is an afternoon, addicted to it, and not need to take care of it too laboriously.

"Paint well, my sister likes to be quiet."

She found that when she mentioned her sister, the bean bag would be very excited, and the small bun was very much looking forward to the small with a common bloodline.

So, on the second day, she got up late, and then got up to see it, instantly thinking that she had crossed it.

The yarn on the top of the head, the bed, has not changed, and on the wall, there are a lot of bright red ghosts, which are similar to the modern usury debt, which is painted on the wall.

Li Haitang did not speaklessly choked...

"Madam, the young master of the beanbag has gone to our room to paint."

Five blessings wiped away tears, it is better to play with insects.

Early in the morning, the bean bag removed the lady's rouge, dipped in a brush, smeared each way, other people's legs are short, can't be painted in high places, leave five blessings to help, hold a chair, and the small buns stand up to paint.

Oo, she did not mean to be an accomplice, the lady will not be angry, will she deduct her wages this month?

Buy more white gray at home.

Li Haitang waved his hand feebly, waiting for the bean bag to taste, anyway, he was generally fresh for no more than two or three days.

Why is it so hard to be a parent, to lift the stone again, to smash their feet?Li Haitang, want to send the bag to the Fangjing medicine home evil.

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