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Chapter 1609 Long Calling (11)

And Jian Anning belongs to this type - what's more, she and Yu Zexiao are not married yet, and they don't have children yet.

"Come, come, Yangyang, come here."

The hall of Mo's house was cleaned up. In the wide hall, a cashmere blanket was spread on the middle floor, and the side was surrounded by soft plastic foam, like a small competition field.There are many gadgets on the track, including toys, books, small writing brushes, and food.

At the end of the track, there was a little kid around, wearing tiger shoes and a tiger hat, so fat that his double chin protruded.With small thick arms and legs like lotus root joints waving, he squatted down and sat down, sitting in the middle of the track, staring at a pair of big black grape-like eyes, looking around unhappily. Adults dangling.

Here, the adults kept clapping and applauding, and took out rattles, small toys and other things to attract the attention of the little ones.And little Mo Yangyang didn't pay attention at all, just sitting at the starting point alone, gnawing on the little bell in his hand, drooling and gnawing desperately, gnawing happily alone.

"Come, Yangyang, come over to Mom." Zhao Ziyin still had a way, with her clapping her hands, holding his favorite thing in her hand - a pacifier, Mo Yangyang finally had a little reaction.The fat little buttocks moved, and the fleshy paws were still holding the little bell, wanting to stand up unsteadily.The little chubby legs worked hard for a long time, and fell down on the soft cushion danglingly. He didn't want to walk any more, crawled all the way, and quickly got into his mother's arms.

Don't look chubby, but the little chubby has strong legs, and with a few kicks, he crawled to his mother's side.Zhao Ziyin wanted to lure him to catch Zhou, but the little guy didn't pay any attention at all, and just burrowed into his mother's arms.

"Yangyang, come on, pick one. What do you like, pick one." Zhao Ziyin forcefully turned the little guy's head towards the thing that caught Zhou. Little Mo Yangyang didn't understand at all, and thought that his mother was going to abuse him. Teng, curled his mouth, and cried.

"Baby, baby, don't cry, don't cry!" Zhao Ziyin felt a little helpless when she saw the big baby crying.Grandma Liu Zixin immediately guided him: "Yangyang, good boy, which one do you like the most? What do you like?" She, Mo Yuhan, and the nanny, Mo Siyu, and Zhao Ziyin each took something and put it in the small room. In front of the guy, let him pick.A book was stuffed in, and Mo Yangyang threw it shamelessly, crying while throwing it.Small bells, writing brushes, abacus, etc. are also treated in the same way.In the end, it was Zhao Ziyin who randomly took a pack of teething biscuits for children. Mo Yangyang was going to throw it away. He shook it, hey, it was loud, smelled it, um, it was delicious, and licked it again, wow, good eat!

As a result, all the weekly supplies were useless, and Mo Yangyang happily gnawed on a pack of biscuits.

The Mo family, as well as relatives and friends who came to watch the ceremony, were all stunned.In other words, student Mo Yangyang doesn't like reading or finance, and he doesn't like being an official. He's just a foodie?
"Yangyang, do you want to change to another choice?" How could Mo Yuhan bear that his grandson is a foodie?Wanting to snatch the food from his paws.When Mo Yangyang saw it, he snatched his things again, curled his lips in an instant, his big eyes were covered with mist—and cried again.

(End of this chapter)