Chapter 220: Christmas (don't order before)

United States.
The snow and geese flew outside, shrouding the world white.
The Christmas tree is very beautifully decorated. For foreign countries, this is the beginning of their new year.
The whole white-dominated building has two floors in total, the first floor and the second floor attic, which can be seen at a glance as soon as you enter the room. The attic is a bedroom with a fluffy carpet, a large soft bed and a large white bed The wardrobe is very simple and comfortable.
At this moment there was a bulge on the bed, a black hair was pulled up, and the eyelids were gently pinched, looking peaceful and peaceful.
Suddenly, there seemed to be a squirm in his arms, and then a small black head was drilled out, and a small white and tender face, as if printed on a mold with a man, is a reduced version. Mo Qian people. A pair of big watery eyes blinked and turned, looking for something, eh? What about Ma Ma?
The little guy has severe mother dependence and wakes up every morning Chapter 221 Happy ~ "Ma Ma taught him from an early age to be a polite person, so although the initiative is always tight, but also barely be regarded as a Little gentleman.
"Happy and happy, you ca n’t be happy if you hear Xiao Qianqian's words. Does Xiao Qianqian want an aunt?"
"No." The little guy was very honest, and ignored the bruised Mo Wu, and the little guy continued to be honest. "I'm going to find Ma Ma, I won't tell my aunt, goodbye aunt." Finished, Ka With a sound, hung up.
The little guy was ready to go to the kitchen again, but the phone rang again. The little guy turned around and walked over to the phone and picked it up. "Hey? This is the home of amon and lan and Xiaoqian ~ Who are you?"
"I'm a puppet, what about your mother?" There was a low, male voice over there.
"舅舅 Merry Christmas. Ma Ma is not here. 舅舅 Goodbye." After talking, he snapped again and hung up the phone.
After a while, the phone rang again, and the little boy raised his cheeks, and reluctantly went over to answer the phone again.
The Mo Qian people watched his son busy while drinking water. He was most annoyed with the festival every year. He had a lot of phone calls, and he could give them all this year.
When Chapter 221 seems to be enough, okay, let's start to be serious! muah!
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