The beautiful boy was wearing a beautiful princess dress like a light blue starry sky.

This skirt was not long ago when her daughter's fourth birthday, she personally designed the gap, which was a perfect girlish style.

Xia Xia likes it very much.

She said that she looked like a little boy when she was dressed.

However, the little boy in front of me was dressed, paired with delicate and cute eyebrows, white and delicate skin like milk, and lips like rose petals, which were really beautiful like a doll.

Sheng's mother blinked and felt that she might have had hallucinations.

The son of a good friend and his daughter's little boy are a real boy.

Even if his appearance is too delicate and more beautiful than a girl, he is still a real boy.

How could it be...

The woman in Jiangnan Water Town was so gentle and beautiful even when she was surprised: "Xiao Che, you..."

She couldn't help laughing and smiled softly, not even having the tray containing freshly squeezed orange juice in her hand, and couldn't help calling her best friend.

When Yan's mother saw her son wearing a princess dress, her whole girl's heart exploded, "Ahhhh, baby, why are you so cute when you wear a skirt! Oh, I can't stand it, I'm so excited that I'm almost fainted!"

A lively woman acted like a swaying figure, grabbed the little boy in the princess dress and rubbed it into her arms.

Yan Che broke out slightly black lines from Yan's mother's claws, and said speechlessly: "Mom..."

Children of this age are in a vague state of boundaries between men and women, and their sense of shame is not too strong. Although they are slightly embarrassed when they see themselves wearing beautiful princess dresses by their mothers and familiar aunts.

Because Yan Che is obviously more concerned about another thing than shame and annoyance-

The little boy wearing a princess dress with red lips and white teeth as beautiful as a doll rubbed his face, which was pinched by his mother, with a serious expression and a soft tone: "Mom, don't make trouble for now."

A child who is only four and a half years old has a mature age when speaking.

Yan's mother held back her laughter and wanted to see what her baby son wanted to say, and bent down slightly: "Okay, okay, mom, don't make trouble, Ache, if you have something to do, just say it first."

"..." Yan Che glanced at Xiao Qingmei. Responsibility was ultimately a victory over the child's subtle and hazy sense of shame. He said: "Can we go to the hospital?"

Although Yan's mother bent down, he had to raise his head slightly, revealing his beautiful eyebrows and eyes under the dark hair, and his rose-colored red lips opened and closed, with a serious and serious look, which made people's hearts entertained.

Yan's mother was so cute and cute that she was hit by her son's sage face. Is it really her biological child?

Damn, she is so awesome!

After he was intoxicated by himself, Yan's mother came to her senses. When she heard Yan Che's words, she was stunned and then couldn't help but feel anxious: "A Che, are you okay? Why are you going to the hospital smoothly? Are you feeling uncomfortable? "

As he said that, the young mother, who was as young as a girl, touched her son's forehead with a worried expression.

It's not hot either.

Yan Che took her hand helplessly and said, "It's not me."

Yan's mother blinked.

Yan Che said: "It's midsummer."

Now, it was Sheng’s turn to be the most anxious, “Xia Xia? What’s wrong with Xia Xia?”

Yan's mother was also worried: "Xia Xia, what's wrong with you? Tell your godmother quickly."

……No.

Fenghua was confused.

Immediately, she remembered something.

Sure enough, the next second I heard the little boy's voice saying:
Chapter completed!