Chapter 978: There are pits in the wedding (15)

Shui Anluo heard the sound, hurriedly put him in his arms, patted it with his eyes closed.
But this time the baby wasn't asleep, and her eyes were twirling around in Mummy's arms, and her little hand kept grabbing her chest.
"Sister-sister-"
Shui Anluo opened his eyes and looked down at the son in his arms. How could he still remember his sister?
"Sister is in his own home," Shui Anluo whispered, a kiss fell on his face, and he couldn't sleep anymore.
Chu Muyi frowned and opened his eyes.
The baby turned back and blinked at his daddy.
Shui Anluo hugged his son gently, finished, and woke up your father again.
Chu Cuiyi looked coldly at their mother and son, then got up and got out of bed.
The mother and the child looked at each other, also licking their mouths.
"Hey, you can't touch the water with your hands," Shui Anluo called.
"Water, water--" the little baby began to learn.
Chu Cuiyi came out of the bathroom, leaned on the door and looked at the mother and son, "How about this duet?"
The baby giggled, though he didn't know what Dad said.
Shui Anluo rolled his eyes, put the baby on the bed, and beckoned to Chu Cuiyi.
Chu Muyi raised an eyebrow and walked over.
Shui Anluo told him to bend his back to himself, then stretched his arms around his neck, and wrapped his legs around his waist. "Well, go back to the bathroom."
Chu Cuiyi straightened her waist, but she was tangled tightly, so she didn't have to do it herself.
Chu Ningyi carried her back, Shui Anluo took the water basin and let Chu Ningyi bow slightly, so that he could more easily receive water.
Chu Muyi frowned, which is really a difficult movement.
Carrying her on her own, her hand reached in front of the water, and he drew his hands to the side because Shui Anluo didn't let him do it.
This is equivalent to that he is her leg and she is his hand.
They are-alone!
Thinking of this, his heart was warm!
Shui Anluo stretched his neck and took half a basin of water, as if thinking, "Do you say I can handle it?"
Chu Cuiyi looked down at half a basin of water and shook his head.
Shui'anluo obeyed the opinions and fell a little out. Looking at Chujiyi, Chujiyi still shook his head. Shui'anluo was anxious: "It won't be enough to wash your face after pouring out."
Chu Muyi frowned, reaching out to lift her up a bit.
"Don't move your hands, don't move." Shui Anluo said anxiously, her legs tightened again, and she stretched her arms hard, but she was a short hand, and she almost turned the water on this end. The pot rested on the lips of Chu Muyi.
This is a difficult movement.
"Ma Ma--" the little baby shouted outside.
Shui Anluo gave up, this is too difficult.
The point is that the son is still outside, and she is afraid of falling off the bed.
"Ah, go back first." Shui Anluo sighed.
Sure enough, turning two people into one is a bit difficult, mainly because she is a short hand that can't hurt.
The imagination is perfect, the reality is cruel.
The imagination is romantic, and the facts are very bad.
Chu Muyi raised an eyebrow and looked at her lost in the mirror.
Knowing that she didn't want to ask her mother, in fact, his hands were not so serious, but it felt good to be cared for.
"Ma Ma-Ma Ma-" the baby was anxious, and pulled the quilt to crawl down the bed.
"Come, come." Shui Anluo responded, and hurriedly slapped Chu Qiyi's shoulders, letting him carry himself out, or the little guy would really fall.
"There is another way." Chu Muyi raised her eyebrows slightly and said.