Three years of love

231 Chapter 1 Mom is Bad ([-])
Two years later—

Two years, whether it is long or not.It's short, but it's really not short.

In the past two years, Cheng Mu'an has gradually stabilized from his initial despair.And the baby has gradually grown up in the past two years.Can laugh, can crawl, can learn to speak hoarsely, can call mother... For two years, with the help of Xia Tong, although Cheng Mu'an had a hard time coping with it in the two years, he finally survived.

The baby is very well behaved and very cute.

This should be Cheng Mu'an's greatest comfort as a mother.

Now, after two years of baptism, she is already learning to forget slowly.

Forget Wei An.

Forget... Tang Zhanyang, and forget Sang...

Xia Tong is right, only by forgetting can a better start be made.In order to give the baby the most complete maternal love.Her baby lost his father when he was born, so how could she let the baby not enjoy the complete maternal love as soon as he came into the world?

Caressing the baby's tender and smooth face, Cheng Mu'an only had maternal love in his eyes.

Or, Tang Zhanyang was really just a dream.

And the baby is the only reality that proves that she existed in this dream.

"Mommy..."

Under Cheng Mu'an's hands, the baby opened his big clear eyes, a bright smile opened at the corner of his mouth, and his small mouth that didn't speak too many words opened one by one, and with a wave of his small hand, he grabbed Cheng Mu'an With a few strands of hair falling vertically, he played with his hands.The little guy's cheerful laughter made Cheng Mu'an feel more relaxed.

"Come on, Mommy hug."

With both hands in his arms, he directly hugged the baby in the crib, and looked at his small eyebrows carefully, and gradually developed a kind of trance.The baby's lips are thin and full, and although the small eyebrows and eyes have not yet fully grown, there is gradually a hint of domineering.

These eyebrows, these eyes...

It is completely a miniature version of Tang Zhanyang...

While she was in a trance, the little guy in her arms struggled fiercely.The vigorous twisting of the body brought Cheng Mu'an back to his senses, he lowered his head, and looked at the little man with a puzzled tone, "Baby, what's the matter?"

The baby ignored her question.

Still twisting his body and struggling outward, however, there were a few more words in his mouth that made Cheng Mu'an understand the little guy's intentions.

He turned around, picked up the baby and walked towards the door of the room.

Sure enough, not far from the door, there stood Xiatong dressed in a police uniform.

"Uncle Worm..."

And the slip of the tongue that still cannot be corrected in the baby's mouth made Xia Tong blush again, "Uncle Tong."

What Uncle Chong, is it Uncle Tong?
However, the baby didn't care about his gritted teeth expression at all, just opened his hands and grinned happily at him, and still couldn't forget to call vaguely, "Uncle Chong, hug, Gao Gao..."

Hug, high...?
What do you mean?
Cheng Mu'an was startled for a moment, and Ji'er thought of the meaning, and couldn't help being amused by the baby's out-of-context thoughts.Hug, high, I think it was the last time Xia Tong came over to hug him and raise him high.So when I saw Xia Tong coming over, I couldn't forget it.

"Hold Uncle Chong, Gao Gao."

"Okay, come on, uncle holds it high."

Resigned to his fate, he no longer corrected the little guy's pronunciation, and stretched out his big hand to hug the baby in Cheng Mu'an's arms.Pushing his back up, the little guy's limp body was lifted on top of Xia Tong's head.Shaking again, a series of clear and crisp laughter spit out from the little guy's mouth.

(End of this chapter)