Luo Anning was extremely happy. She hugged her son and could not get enough of him. It was as if she wanted to look back at the one month that she owed him.
The little guy smelled the scent that belonged to Mama. He sniffed and buried his head in Mama’s chest, luo Anning pointed at her son’s chubby cheeks with her index finger. “Little handsome, are you hungry? “Great Grandpa, Grandma, and Dad have taken good care of you for the past month. Look, you’ve put on a lot of weight.”. “But, our handsome is getting more and more handsome.”
“Hehehe...”the little guy was very happy. He held his mother’s face with both hands, and his little mouth moved forward, drooling randomly.
“Little Rascal, how dare you spit on Mom’s face.”
“Giggle...”
“Little rascal...”
“Yi Yi Yi Yi Yi Yi Yi Yi Yi Yi Yi Yi Yi Yi Yi Yi Yi Yi Yi Yi Yi Yi Yi Yi Yi Yi Yi Yi Yi...”the little guy is happy, happy, Balabala says Martian language.
