IPVS Chapter 39.3

Besides, even if the hotel sent a baby bed, he might still lie alone on it with his legs curled up.

“Dad, take a shower and go to bed!” An An waved her little hand to greet him.

Next, it was time for the family of three to take turns bathing and washing.

The little pink pig An An was the first to come out of the bathroom and climb onto the bed, followed by her mother.

The mother and daughter leaned on the bed together, playing with An An’s phone watch.

Afterward, the bathroom door opened.

An An shouted, “Dad, come here!”

“Here I come!” Gu Yicheng walked over quickly.

The 1.8-meter double bed was not too crowded even if three people slept.

Although the small light bulb had to lie in the middle, Gu Yicheng was already satisfied.

Mo Sui turned off the main lights, leaving only a small lamp on the bedside table. The dim light fell on the faces of the mother and daughter, warm and soft.

“Let me take a look at An An’s phone watch. Is there something fun?” A strand of hair fell on her forehead. Mo Sui reached out and smoothed it away, and then she continued to fiddle with the child’s watch.

When she turned to the camera function, she saw a photo icon in the lower left corner and clicked it.

When she clicked into the photo album, Mo Sui couldn’t help laughing out loud.

Gu Yicheng also came over curiously to take a look.

There were a lot of selfies in the kid’s phone watch album.

Some were pouting, some were making ‘yeah’ gestures, and some were sticking out her tongue…

Every photo magnified the little girl’s chubby face, and in some of them, the shutter button was pressed without even capturing her facial features.

Gu Yicheng and Mo Sui admired it carefully and took out their mobile phones to transfer the photos.

An An, nestled between her parents, was confused.

“What are you laughing at?” She asked.

Mo Sui rubbed her little face: “Who taught the conceited An An to take pictures?”

An An scratched her head: “Sister Qiao Guo always takes pictures like this.”

The little dumpling discovered that whenever Qiao Guo had nothing to do, she would take selfies with her phone. An An learned these movements and expressions from her.

Mo Sui laughed non-stop: “What else have you learned?”

An An thought carefully and made the signature expression that Sister Qiao Guo used when taking photos.

She curled the corners of her mouth and smiled without showing her teeth, and her eyes were squeezed into curves. Because this expression was so difficult, she was a little tired and her facial features were trembling.

Looking at the little dumpling’s smiling face, Mo Sui almost laughed to tears.

She held An An’s face with her hands, squeezed her chubby little face into a ball, and kneaded it like a glutinous rice ball: “Why is our An An so cute?”

An An tilted her head, feeling a little embarrassed, and whispered, “Mom and Dad, please don’t laugh at me.”

As soon as he heard these soft and sweet words, Gu Yicheng restrained himself and withdrew his gaze from the selfies.

It was hard not to laugh while staring at it.

But the little one also wanted to save face, so they had to endure it.

That night, An An snuggled up to her father and then to her mother, feeling warm in her heart.

Many times before, she felt that she was the happiest child in the world, but it turned out that there was no ‘most’ in happiness.

Now, the little dumpling could feel that she was getting happier day by day.

Such wonderful tastes were constantly accumulating.

 

 

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