Chapter 1803: Fanwai: Daily Baby Raising

Well, a baby for four or five months.
It's harder to hold in your arms, but it's only relatively speaking.
To Ling Mo, Xiaowa's soft body bone was like a porcelain doll. He was used to carrying a knife and moving bricks, and holding such a small thing was almost helpless.
The baby is a little girl, born raw, like a tofu.
Ling Mo has become a vampire. The most recent day is to follow the foreman to move bricks to do cement work, so the place to live is not very good.
When I was alone, it didn't matter. Anyway, I just got some blood to eat.
Anyway, the energy is always exhausted, and it will not be tired.
It was quite casual and quite cheap.
But when he returned with a baby, Ling Mo frowned, and felt that his residence was leaking from all sides, and there were still cigarette butts of workers. Even those people used his rental house to play cards. The heavy smoke has not dissipated.
This environment is very bad!
As soon as he was holding the baby, Ling Mo retreated.
He's not without money, he's alone, he doesn't need it at all.
Holding a bank card, I swiped an apartment that can be checked in with a handbag.
In the gaze that broke his eyes, Ling Mo looked at what he was wearing, only to understand why those people looked at him at first with a somewhat perfunctory tone.
It turned out that he was wearing work clothes in the construction site.
Mud stains and cement white ash are indispensable. Not to mention the work clothes for so many years, it has long been white and old, fluffy, and it is cheap to watch.
He has lived a long time, and has long been an old monster, and these gazes don't even care.
Baby is difficult to raise.
Eating, drinking, and using, a man who has never received a child is at a loss.
In the end, I simply hired a babysitter, which can be regarded as pulling the baby.
The sadness in it really made Ling Mo eat up all the sweetness and bitterness.
June, early summer.
The baby is eight or nine months old.
Yu Xue was born cute.
The little girl's eyes were dark and black, like grapes, and her mouth was revealed with a smile, but only a few teeth in her mouth.
That bright smile was like the warm sunshine of early summer.
So the little girl is called early summer.
"Oh ~"
The baby girl shouted indistinctly, surely Yuezhang taught her.
Ling Mo sounded like a soft, fermented wine, inexplicably a little embarrassed.
"Good, call my brother!" Ling Mo corrected immediately.
However, this correction was completely useless. The little girl's favorite was to carry his horns and howl and howl constantly.
It was not until the age of three that it was completely corrected.
As she was three years old, Ling Mo accidentally revealed her identity, and the house she had lived in for three years could no longer live.
He simply gave the house to Yue Yue who had been taking care of early summer.
Ling Mo took a three-year-old early summer and ran around several places.
With some experience with dolls, Ling Mo will often visit some forums with dolls.
Choosing a house is much more stressful.
Don't use sun, don't have bad lighting.
Not near the school district, don't be bad.
The space pattern is too small, there is no place for children to play.
Don't, don't, the final house is selected, but it is located far away in the villa area outside the city.
It was just that it was not a villa area at that time, but Ling Mo was looking for someone to build a two-story building and a courtyard.
after that--
The land was requisitioned, Ling Mo and early summer experienced the feeling of demolishing the second-generation and one-night riches, and a small villa directly in their place was theirs, and they paid millions.
That year, early summer was thirteen.
The girl in the junior high school was like a wheat seedling with spikes, and quickly grew green.
Into the flower season, but also have a little secret unique to girls.
That was that year, in early summer, I watched a TV series called "Brothers live next door".
The pair of brothers and sisters in it, because they misunderstood the brothers and sisters, loved each other and did not dare to be together.
As a result, the abuse came and went, and finally the truth became clear.
In the early summer, he ran to ask Ling Mo.
"Brother, aren't you my brother."
The thirteen-year-old girl matured by herself and was very old-fashioned in her speech.
Ling Mo shook his head, but nodded.
Early summer naturally touched Ling Mo's face.
"My elder brother is very agreeable. I will accept you when I grow up."
Ling Mo patted her hands in early summer and asked her to do her homework.
But the girl was just a joke by a TV series fan, and Ling Mo, somehow, from that day, quietly, he was moved.
It's hard to catch water since then.