An Mianmian was about to coax her to bed.

Mrs. Mu had already winked at the servants at home: "Let her take her to coax her to bed, Mianmian, stay with me to talk to you."

She said, sighing, "I blame myself for being unsuccessful. I can't give birth to a daughter without caring little cotton jackets. They are all ungrateful."

Seeing that Mrs. Mu was also acting miserable to her, An Mianmian couldn't laugh or cry.

She was about to ask Huo Sinan what he meant.

I didn't want the little guy around me to walk down the sofa and lie down next to Mrs. Mu.

She put her head on Mrs. Mu's leg and patted her little hand and comforted her:

"Good grandma, don't be sad! Nannan is not a ungrateful wolf. Mommy said Nannan's eyes are as beautiful as a deer, Nannan will accompany you..."

That being said, she coaxed herself to sleep in just a few seconds.

The soft and well-behaved look makes people feel pity.

Mrs. Mu lowered her eyes and looked kind: "Although I don't know who Momo'er's biological mother is, the brat's eyes are good. These two children were finally in vain."

She said, signaling the domestic servant beside her to take the sleeping Huo Sinan away.

Then there were only Mrs. An Mianmian and Mrs. Mu left in the living room.

Without children as a medium, An Mianmian, who has an awkward identity, will inevitably be a little restrained.

I can see her discomfort.

Mrs. Mu smiled and suggested, "Mianmian, can you see the photos?"

Before An Mianmian could respond, she signaled the butler to pick it up.

Then tell her:

"I usually like to look through old photos at home. Let me show you the album of our stinky brat! When he was a child, he was so beautiful!"

Mrs. Mu, who got the album, opened her reading for her.

The first one is a full moon photo.

His bare head and facial features were tightly squeezed on a round face.

The iconic black eyes were squeezed into two slits by flesh.

Against the backdrop of the red bellyband, the lotus arms are white, tender and plump, looking...uh... except for the big one, An Mianmian couldn't think of any other advantages.

If I hadn't known in advance, this is Huo Yanzhi's personal photo album.

It is impossible to associate two people with each other.

It cannot be said to be exactly the same, it can be said to be irrelevant.

Can you still praise yourself for your good looks? Will your conscience hurt?

An Mianmian was complaining in her heart, and when she saw the next photo, she was slapped in the face - starting from the 100-day photo, Huo Yanzhi seemed to have had plastic surgery.

His facial features gradually grow. Although he is still full of baby fat, he only becomes cute, making people want to take away if they look at it.

Sure enough, it still depends on the face.

An Mianmian pursed her lips and smiled lowly. Unexpectedly, Huo Yanzhi was so cute when he was a child.

She watched with relish.

Unfortunately, the good times didn't last long, and her smile quickly froze on her face.

The first group photo is in front of me.

In the photo, Huo Li was holding Huo Yanzhi and Mu Jingyan stood beside them.

Time has not left too many traces on them, so that An Mianmian recognized them at a glance.

only……

Huo Li in this photo is not as fierce and powerful as he is now.

Maybe she was a mother for the first time, and she had a gentle glory on her body.

The faces of the three of them were filled with sweet smiles.

It’s so happy that it makes people feel a little unreal.

An Mianmian looked at this photo and was stunned. Old Lady Mu, who was beside him, also sighed:

"Oh! Otherwise, men will be honest only if they are hung on the wall. If my unscrupulous son can control his lower body, the Mu family will not be like this..."

She complained unhappily.
Chapter completed!