"Why doesn't the little pumpkin look like you at all? Her little face is so wrinkled, so ugly."
Xiao Beibei's disdainful words made everyone in the room laugh.
The little pumpkin in the cradle seemed to have understood his brother's words.
"Aiya, she's crying, Yingluo."
Little Beibei was starting to get anxious.
No matter how ugly she was, she came from her mother's stomach. No matter what, she was still her biological sister!
Little Beibei quickly imitated her and slowly rocked his little cradle. At the same time, he stuck his head out to cajole the little pumpkin, who was red-faced and drenched in sweat from crying, under the blanket. Aiya, our little pumpkin is the prettiest! Little pumpkin be good, little pumpkin don't cry, don't cry Yingluo you are the most beautiful Yingluo "
Little Beibei coaxed his little sister and everyone in the room laughed.
He, this fence-sitter, really fell just like that!
"Baby, don't cry, be good, be good,"
