Transmigrating: I Married the Male Protagonist’s Uncle

Biquge www.xbiquge.cc, after the fastest update of the book, I married the protagonist and his uncle's latest chapter!"Little Qi, Sang Yu, here and here." Song Yiyan exclaimed excitedly. She was afraid of waking the two little guys next to her, so she deliberately suppressed her voice.

Ling Sheng didn't know how she, a parturient who had just given birth, was so energetic, and her complexion was better than when she hadn't given birth a few days ago.

When thinking about her giving birth to Xiaoxuetuan two months ago, the whole person was collapsed after giving birth. It felt like she was half dead, and was dying.

She is still a second child. It stands to reason that when the second child was born, it was much better than the first child. She couldn't. She was weaker than when she gave birth to a seventh child. After this time, she was much better.

"Brother, I want to see younger brother." Xiao Sangyu ran over with short legs with gleaming eyes, looked around, locked the little guy on the bed, saw that they were both asleep, and busy covering their mouths. , Crept over, whispering: "My sister is here too."

Jun Shiyan followed. When he went home to pick up Xiao Sangyu and Xiao Qi, his wife called to see Song Yiyan, but before they got home, he asked An Yan to bring them over.

Xiao Qi looked at the two little ones on the bed, and stretched out her little hand curiously, trying to touch the difference between his brother's face and his sister's face.

Xiao Sangyu stretched out his hand and hit the back of his hand: "Brother Xiaoqi, you haven't washed your hands yet. Grandma said that the newborn child has very tender skin and is prone to allergies."

Xiao Qi stopped in the air, grabbed her hand, and seriously took her to the bathroom, and said as he walked: "You didn't wash your hands either, together."

Song Yiyan looked at Xiao Sangyu and Xiao Qi, and then turned to look at the two next to him who were asleep. When they were both as old as Xiao Qi, they would be so in love. Thinking about it, I feel very happy. .

Xiao Qi and Xiao Sangyu soon washed their hands and came out, eager to stand beside them, wanting to touch them, but they were a little nervous, afraid that they would damage the baby.

When Xiao Sangyu stretched out his hand.

Xiao Qi held her hand directly, with a serious appearance: "Don't touch it, I will touch it for you and tell you how it feels."

When Song Yiyan heard this, she glanced at Ling Sheng with a complicated expression in her eyes, didn't she, Xiao Qi, this little guy, so precocious?It's not what she thought!

Ling Sheng glared at her, what did she think, how old Xiaoqi and Xiao Sangyu were, how could they think so much? See what she was thinking about every day!

After Xiao Qi touched it, he said solemnly: "No sister has a soft face, just touch it."

Song Yiyan breathed a sigh of relief. It's not what she thought it would be. Oh my God, it's too good to see her. There are so many thoughts in children.

She has a gloomy mind and wants to review.

Ji Xing went to the house to fetch things for Song Yiyan. When he came back, he saw that the ward was already full of people.

Song Yiyan called him over and happily introduced him: "This is Xiaoxue Group."

Ji Xing glanced at the little guy she was holding in her arms. Of course Xiao Xue Tuan knew how to say this to him so solemnly.

Song Yiyan smiled, and then said: "If your son works hard, Xiaoxuetuan will be our future daughter-in-law."

If the brat at home doesn't work hard, there will be no way. If he gives him such a good opportunity, he doesn't know how to cherish it.

Jun Shiyan looked at the couple over there who were happy because of this incident, and looked at his wife sadly. He was not happy, he was not happy at all!

But his daughter-in-law has already agreed.

He decided that in the future, he must educate his daughter well, not to walk too close to the boy of the Song family, because the hair is not yet growing, so he is thinking about taking away his baby girl.

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Ever since Song Yiyan got the job done, except for the month of confinement, she was forcibly tied up at home and not allowed to go out every day, she almost went to Ling Sheng when she had a chance.

Little Hockey can speak when he is seven months old. The first words he said were not his parents, grandparents, nor grandpa who chanted in his ears every day, but a tuan of babbles.

Of course, it was Song Yiyan's credit. She talked about Xuetuanzi in front of her son every day, wishing to take his son to play with Xuetuan every day, and even if it didn't go, she would show him the photos of Xuetuan.

When a child learns a language, it is not the influence of his parents and family members that he is most susceptible to, but the influence of a little guy about his own age.

However, Xue Tuan spoke too late. By the time it was nine months old, he was still babbling. He couldn't say a word. What he liked most was playing with little ice hockey.

When the little hockey is eight months old, he can already walk.

Xiaoxuetuan finally took her first step on the day before her first birthday, driven by the little hockey puck, and without any help, she would walk away staggeringly.

When Xiaoxuetuan’s first birthday did not invite too many people, Jun Shiyan and the two ancestors of the Huo family didn’t want so many people to see their cute baby and wonder what to do?

Song Yiyan brought her son over every day. The two ancestors of the Huo family were already quite complaining. If it weren’t for Song Yiyan’s sweetness, the little hockey puck is cute, and his mouth is sweet, he would call them when they met. People were driven away.

Birthday.

For Huo Xiao to let Xiaoxue group catch the week, Chinese traditional customs must be indispensable.

He personally prepared a lot of things, pen, ink, paper, inkstone, jewellery, musical instruments, everything that can be brought and the little snow group can move, and put them aside.

Then, Huo Xiao hugged Xiaoxuetuan and put her in the middle. He ran to the front of the piano model and shouted excitedly: "Tuan'er, here, here, grandpa."

Ling Sheng and the others were watching.

The eight-month-old little ice hockey puck is a little genius compared to the children of the same age. He speaks clearly, but he walks very steadily. Xiaoqi and Xiao Sangyu are holding Xiaoxue from left to right, looking at Xiaoxue. group.

Catch the week, all you want is fun.

Huo Ci held an emerald ring: "Dumpling, here is Grandpa."

Nangong Lengyu holds a book. Girls, the fragrance of books is important. It is best to be like a mother-in-law: "Tuan Tuan, grandma is here."

Su Xiyin looked around, finally chose a golden abacus, and looked at the little guy with a loving smile.

The other people also picked out something by themselves and called Xuedanzi.

Xiaoxuetuan has long been able to understand things, but she just can't say it. Sometimes when she wants to say it, she can't say it, so she cried anxiously.

At the moment, the little guy looked at the familiar faces, calling her, lost, and after shaking around like a little penguin, he aimed at Huo Xiao's direction.

Huo Xiao smiled happily and turned into a flower, and said: "Yes, Tuaner, come to Grandpa's side, Grandpa's side is the best."

Xiaoxuetuan walked over her short legs and ran over here, grinning so that she showed two cute little rabbit teeth.

Huo Xiao was full of joy and glanced at the other people triumphantly. They were all gone. Tuan'er still loved him the grandfather the most.

Who knew that when Xiaoxue Tuan arrived, he didn't move towards Huo Xiao, but pointed straight at the direction of the little ice puck, and hit his head directly.

The little hockey puck is about the same height as her and thinner than her. After being hit, he still wants to hold her. He is so small and there is so much strength.

Xiao Qi and Xiao Sangyu wanted to hug their younger siblings, but it was too late.

The two little guys have fallen to the ground.

The little hockey puck was crushed by Xiaoxue Tuan, and she was hugged tightly by her. The babbling little guy finally uttered the words bluntly: "Ball...ball."