First Lady

At this moment, Doudou has actually cut off her hearing at all. Of course, her purpose is not to let Mao Toyama tell her a story.

The little girl was very happy in her heart, it was great, lying in the arms of 'mother', letting her father tell stories, this was her biggest dream all the time, she never thought it would come true.

After Mao Toyama finished reading the seventh story, the two people on the bed closed their eyes and slept peacefully.

Doudou nestled obediently in Lanshan's arms, with a slight smile on her pink face, her little hands clutching the skirt of Lanshan's chest, as if she was afraid that she would leave.

Yuanshan Mao felt a sudden soreness in his heart, he thought, maybe he knew why Jiajia liked Lanshan so much, maybe... the feeling Lanshan gave her made her feel like a mother. [

Although DouDou never knew what mother's feeling was?Doudou only has the most direct and true intuition of a child.

Mao Toyama gently put down the storybook, stretched out his hand to help the two tuck the quilt, his eyes shifted from Dou Dou's face to Lan Shan's face, as if he was bewitched, he stretched out his hand to caress Lan Shan's cheek.

From the first time I saw Lanshan, Mao Toyama knew that she was beautiful, and she always exuded a unique style without realizing it.

Even when she was asleep, she was still charming, her pink lips, and her porcelain-like cheeks under the light made Mao Toyama feel parched.

Toyama Mao closed his eyes abruptly, straightened up, not daring to look at Lan Shan anymore, hurried out, closed the door gently, and returned to his bedroom.

This night, Lan Shan hugged DouDou, like a soft little meatball, but slept soundly.

She was afraid that she would not be able to fall asleep in a strange place, but she didn't expect that it was already past nine o'clock when she woke up the next day, and even Dou Dou got up earlier than her.

Lan Shan hurriedly got up, and saw DouDou lying on the other side of the bed, dragging her face with her hands, blinking at Lan Shan.

Seeing Lanshan sitting up, she crawled over with a smile, hugged her neck, and rubbed her affectionately: "Aunt Shanshan..."

Doudou's unintentional words made Lanshan blush with embarrassment, she was a guest at someone else's house and woke up so late, staying in bed more than a child, it's too shameful.

Lanshan reached out to hug Doudou, and printed a good morning kiss on her forehead: "When did Doudou wake up? Why isn't it called Auntie?"