Chapter 1595: Mother and child sleep

The little guy was very good at hitting snakes with sticks, and immediately stretched out his small arms to hold her neck and not give up. He cracked on her face and kissed him, and then lay his big head on her shoulders, sniffing greedily Opening his mouth, he yawned, "My mother, I'm sleepy."
There was a soft knock at the door: "Master, your subordinates have brought you clothes."
A Mo slightly surprised, so fast!
This time the manager's work efficiency is not ordinary high!
She flicked her finger, the door opened to both sides, and she covered her doll's small body with her sleeves, for fear of the wind.
Director Mo Gong looked in, with a tray in his hand, and there were several sets of baby boy clothes neatly in the tray.
"Master, how about these sets?" The director handed her clothes to her.
A Mo didn't pick it up by hand, but only said, "Put it on the table over there, you go out."
The director of Mo Mogong handed his clothes slightly stiffened, retracted, and responded with a YES, and put the tray on the table.
A Mo didn't pay attention to him. She focused on the child in her arms. The little guy's hair was still wet. He might be sick if he blew the wind ...
The director of Mo Mo glanced at her and the child, watching the little boy lying in her arms with her bare, with both arms around her neck, and the drool was almost going to her 'mother's neck' ... ...
"Demon Lord, why not let his subordinates dress for him?"
The director of Mogong was actually a handsome young man with a handsome appearance. He said as he walked over.
A Mo frowned slightly: "No need, go out!" I don't know why, she didn't want anyone to take care of this child on her behalf.
The director of Mogong froze for a moment, his arms dropped: "Yes." He went out backwards and glanced at the little guy before leaving.
The little guy was squinting and squinting. He shuddered inexplicably at this glance, looked up staggeringly, and wanted to see where the chill came from.
There was only him and his mother in the room. He didn't see outsiders after a sweep, so he arched in his mother's arms again, trying to find a comfortable position to sleep.
A Mo put him on the bed and was about to get up to look at those clothes, but the little one held her arm and didn't let go: "Mother-in-law, don't leave Nian Mo ... Mian-mo should sleep with her mother."
A Mo patted his small body: "Wait, my mother will get you clothes."
There is also magic in her quilt, and this little guy is full of immortality, afraid that she can't stand this.
She looked at the small sets of clothes. The clothes were not ordinary and exquisite. They were unique in both cutting and fabric.
She rubbed those small suits with her hands, which seemed not to be the material of this continent—
She picked a suit and put on the little guy. The soft cloth was like a cloud. After he put it on, he stretched his arms and kicked his calf, and he saw that he was very satisfied with the suit.
A Mo watched him for a moment, then went to bed, and tucked him into the quilt next to him: "OK, sleep."
She also closed her eyes. She is also prone to sleepiness, so she must sleep twice a day.
She was about to develop drowsiness, and her arms were soft, and a fluffy little kid had squeezed into her bed: "Nian Mo Yao Niang kissed and fell asleep." Three big arches and two arches reached her. In her arms, she pulled her arm against her pillow, then closed her eyes ...