Chapter 2206: Tortured relief (1/2)

The little girl in the toddler is called this way, and they don’t know how the child grew up. The parents are not black, but he looks like an international friend.

Xunxun is very white in the child, standing with the little brunette, the little brunette can't watch anymore.

And looking for the little brunette's name, the little brows frowned.

”Mom, Xunxun is not the right little brunette,” Xunxun was scared when she heard that she was going to become that little brunette, and that was all right, she was crying to hold her mother's grievances, her brother was not black, She can't be black either.

”Then drink milk well,” Yan Huan placed the glass in front of her daughter again. ”You see that milk is white, right? The more you drink, the more white you become.”

Xunxun also knows, but she just doesn't drink.

”Mom, can Xun use a bottle?” Xun Xun consulted with his mother. Dad wouldn't let it. Mom would.

”We use cups,” Yan Huan placed the cups in front of her daughter again. ”We are all grown up and are big girls, so we need to use cups, okay?”

Xun Xun was still unwilling, muttering his small mouth and not talking, and his big eyes were misty, anyway, he was unwilling to drink with a cup.

”First take a sip, it's delicious.”

Yan Huan opened the cup, and there was a straw in the cup. First drink it with a straw, and then let her use the cup slowly. It always needs an excessive amount.

Xunxun looked at the cup, now he looked at his mother...

Then she took the cup with her little hand and took a sip carefully.

She blinked her eyes and took another sip.

Yan Huan rubbed her daughter's small head and finally drank it willingly. Fortunately, Xun Xun was a reasonable child. Otherwise, she didn't know what to do?

If this little face is really sad, she can't stand it.

But now I'm finally willing to drink, just drink it, just come slowly.

Xun Xun grievously finished drinking a cup of milk, and rubbed his eyes to sleep.

Yan Huan took her daughter up and took her to bed. After drinking the milk, she must have fallen asleep. It is always the habit to look for it.