Chapter 1803： Fanwai: Daily Baby Raising (1/2)

Well, a baby for four or five months.

It's harder to hold in your arms, but it's only relatively speaking.

To Ling Mo, Xiaowa's soft body bone was like a porcelain doll. He was used to carrying a knife and moving bricks, and holding such a small thing was almost helpless.

The baby is a little girl, born raw, like a tofu.

Ling Mo has become a vampire. The most recent day is to follow the foreman to move bricks to do cement work, so the place to live is not very good.

When I was alone, it didn't matter. Anyway, I just got some blood to eat.

Anyway, the energy is always exhausted, and it will not be tired.

It was quite casual and quite cheap.

But when he returned with a baby, Ling Mo frowned, and felt that his residence was leaking from all sides, and there were still cigarette butts of workers. Even those people used his rental house to play cards. The heavy smoke has not dissipated.

This environment is very bad!

As soon as he was holding the baby, Ling Mo retreated.

He's not without money, he's alone, he doesn't need it at all.

Holding a bank card, I swiped an apartment that can be checked in with a handbag.

In the gaze that broke his eyes, Ling Mo looked at what he was wearing, only to understand why those people looked at him at first with a somewhat perfunctory tone.

It turned out that he was wearing work clothes in the construction site.

Mud stains and cement white ash are indispensable. Not to mention the work clothes for so many years, it has long been white and old, fluffy, and it is cheap to watch.

He has lived a long time, and has long been an old monster, and these gazes don't even care.

Baby is difficult to raise.

Eating, drinking, and using, a man who has never received a child is at a loss.

In the end, I simply hired a babysitter, which can be regarded as pulling the baby.

The sadness in it really made Ling Mo eat up all the sweetness and bitterness.

June, early summer.

The baby is eight or nine months old.

Yu Xue was born cute.

The little girl's eyes were dark and black, like grapes, and her mouth was revealed with a smile, but only a few teeth in her mouth.

That bright smile was like the warm sunshine of early summer.

So the little girl is called early summer.

”Oh ~”

The baby girl shouted indistinctly, surely Yuezhang taught her.

Ling Mo sounded like a soft, fermented wine, inexplicably a little embarrassed.