Everyone Wants to Pamper the Lucky Daughter

Li Xiu'e, Qiaojie, and Doudou are all willing to help her take care of the young children.

But Xiaotuanzi didn't look for anyone but her, and as soon as he left her, he cried heartbreakingly, crying so hard that he couldn't help but feel pity in his heart.

Su Qingluo had no choice but to carry Xiaotuanzi into her guest room.

As soon as she sat on the bed and wanted to rest for a while, she saw his little face flushed and he burst into tears, followed by a stream of warm liquid dousing her front.

"Mom, little brother peed all over me."

The soft, waxy voice of milk, with an extremely aggrieved voice, pierced through the windows and echoed in the inn.

"What's wrong?"

Su Hu and Li Xiu'e heard the cries and hurried over from the next room. Seeing the little girl with her mouth puckered, aggrieved and depressed, and unlovable, she couldn't help laughing.

At this point, the thrilling, frightened and uneasy mood encountered on the road was finally relieved due to an unexpected episode, and the previous panic was no longer there.

*****

Li Xiu'e went downstairs and asked the innkeeper for a bathtub and hot water to bathe the two little children.

Xiaotuanzi seemed to understand that he had done something wrong, his face was flushed with shame, his eyelashes were flickering with tears, and he didn't dare to look into Miss Sister's eyes.

"Good baby, wash for nothing, let my sister take you downstairs to eat delicious food after washing."

Li Xiu'e prepared the bath water, took off the little guy's clothes in twos and twos, put him in the bathtub, and coaxed him to take a bath.

Su Qingluo squatted in front of the bathtub, helping her mother to hold the water.

Seeing Xiaotuanzi leave her embrace, she grinned aggrievedly and wanted to cry, pinched his little nose, talked to him with a playful smile, and diverted his attention.

"Good baby, tell sister, what's your name?"

"Xuan'er."

With tears of grievance in his eyes, Xiaotuanzi stretched out his small arms to her pitifully: "Hug, sister hug."

"After taking a bath, it smells delicious. My sister will hug me again."

Su Qingluo pointed to her soaked clothes, and deliberately made a disgusted expression: "It stinks, it doesn't smell good."

"Woo hoo."

Xiaotuanzi understood, thinking that the young lady disliked him, so she pursed her lips and tears flowed down again.

"Hey, why are you crying again?"

Su Qingluo had no choice but to take off his wet and dirty clothes, step into the bathtub, and take a bath with him.

The two fans were both at an ignorant age, and Li Xiu'e didn't feel that there was anything wrong, so she quickened her movements and quickly finished bathing the two children.

After drying off, I took the two babies to bed. Xiaotuanzi didn't have a change of clothes, but fortunately, Su Qingluo was young, so her clothes would fit well.

Li Xiu'e put on her sister's little clothes for Xiaotuanzi, the small **** made of pale pink calico, revealing her white and tender little arms and legs, leaving aside her overhanging little face. The little dolls are no different.

The young lady's clothes are as fragrant as hers.

Xiaotuanzi was very happy in Miss Sister's clothes, not shy in the slightest in wearing girl's clothes. Seeing that Miss Sister had finished getting dressed, she clung to her and stretched out her little arms to hug her.

"Xuan'er, good boy, if you want to pee in the future, just tell your sister, don't hold it in, your stomach hurts after holding it in for a long time."

Su Qingluo picked up Xiaotuanzi, poked his belly lightly, and urged him earnestly out of the thought of not wanting to be **** all over again.

"Stomach hurts."

When Xiaotuanzi poked her stomach with her delicate little fingers, she suddenly trembled in pain and complained aggrievedly.

"stomachache?"

Su Qingluo suddenly opened her eyes wide, subconsciously looking at his belly.

Could it be that she hit the right place by mistake, the toxin in the small dumpling accumulated in his abdomen.

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