Fortunately, Leng Zitong didn''t notice her abnormality. As soon as she heard that her mother was not comfortable, she quickly pushed open the door of the hall.


    The fleshy little hands were all put on the doorframe, and then they reacted improperly. They stood there to inform themselves.


    "Empress, tong''er is here to greet you. May I come in?"


    At the end of the speech, she turned her head and looked at her eyes. Joan, whose face was strange, motioned her to look not far away.


    "Here comes the steamed stuffed bun. Isn''t it there?"


    With the direction of her consciousness, Joan looked over and saw the bun.


    Just different from what she guessed, xiaobaozi was clean up and down, but not a bit messy.


    Because He was held in his arms by the nurse. At this moment, he was biting his little fist and looking at the side of the hall door. His face was full of expectation and anxiety.


    But I haven''t seen you for a few days. It seems that the steamed stuffed bun has grown stronger?


    At the same time, Zhao Wanxi in the hall heard the news and started her own life.


    Just opened the door in person, was hit by Leng Zitong, full of surprise and urgent child voice, with infinite healing power, instantly rescued her from the haze.


    "Mother, tong''er has come to see you. I haven''t seen you for so many days. I''m going to miss you.


    Do you want tong''er? Why don''t you kiss tong''er? "


    Hearing this, Joan on one side suddenly laughed.


    She grinned and joked: "Princess tong''er has grown up. I just heard that her mother is uncomfortable. Now she doesn''t want to be hugged. She just says that she is kissing her."


    Being pointed out in person, Leng Zitong''s room is not as clear-cut as Leng Zitong, who can come and go freely and express herself clearly.


    Almost as soon as Zhao Wanxi opened the door of the hall, she held his nurse and walked this way.


    But the small steamed stuffed bun still disliked the appearance of being too slow. He stretched out his hands to this side and called vaguely: "hold, hold."


    Because she didn''t get Zhao Wanxi''s response, she cried a few times, and at a glance, she cried.


    Loud voice, crying shock, surprised here a few people where can also take care of what to say, all quickly looked at the past.


    When Zhao Wanxi stepped out of the hall door, she took the steamed stuffed bun from the nurse''s arms, pacified him and patted him on the back, and gave him a kiss on the cheek.


    "Xiaobaozi is good, mother hugs, don''t cry."


    Sure enough, he was his mother. He was crying a moment ago. But with such a hug, he soon burst into laughter.


    Tears were still hanging on her face, but she was grinning with a toothless mouth, trying hard to get to Zhao Wanxi''s face.


    It made her drool.


    That''s all. Anyway, the little son stopped crying, but Leng Zitong, who was following up, pouted her mouth again.


    Joan found out her unhappiness in time and quickly pacified her, but the little girl got angry.


    "Well, my mother just hugged me, but she didn''t kiss me. Tong''er also wants to kiss and hug! "


    Just a child in the end, even if it''s sensible, it can''t last for a few seconds.


    That''s why I want to be jealous.


    But Zhao Wanxi has only one embrace. Even if she wants to share, she can''t.


    Thinking that he couldn''t favor one over the other, he coaxed his son to ignore his daughter, so he was ready to give the bun to Joan.