Can’t Take My Eyes Off You

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Mom's baby is two years old this year. This is the toy that Mom bought for you. Maybe you will only have three minutes of heat for them. After playing for a while, you don't like it. However, they have at least been in your childhood.

There are children from other families, as well as mother's babies.

My mother's baby is three years old this year, and she has grown taller. My mother made a beautiful little skirt for you by yourself. When you put on your mother's baby, she looks beautiful like a little princess.

Four-year-old sparkling and singing shoes, five-year-old hairpin, six-year-old chocolate, seven-year-old storage tank, eight-year-old dance shoes, nine-year-old piano, ten-year-old violin, eleven-year-old Writing brush and ink...

Every gift is devoted to a mother who loves and educates her children.

If she didn’t leave her biological mother’s side, then in her childhood, she would have a longevity lock that was only available to other boys, beautiful little skirts, small shoes, and hairpins. When she was seven years old, she would have her own pocket money. When she is eight years old, she will begin to learn to dance, learn musical instruments, learn to play piano and calligraphy.

This is Mrs. Cheng's cultivation and expectation of her biological daughter. If she is beside her biological mother, she will grow into a girl like everybody.

An 18-year-old wedding dress, a 19-year-old ticket to Kyoto and an admission letter from Kyoto University.

The twenty-year-old gift box is empty and contains only a note.

The first nineteen years were the ideal days for mothers to raise their daughters. Although they ran counter to reality, mother's baby grew to be the most favorite form for mothers.

Beautiful, independent, smart and capable.

Mother's baby, happy birthday.

Jiang Yao didn't know when the tears flowed out of disappointment. It might be a one-year-old longevity lock, a school supplies of eleven or twelve years old, or perhaps an 18-year-old wedding dress.

"No matter what you are now, it will inevitably be the way she likes, because all she wants is that you are alive, that's all." Cheng Ye handed Jiang Yao a clean handkerchief in the past. Fortunately, when I met your parents, they really hurt you. Therefore, Xinyou did not dare to deliberately compete with them."

Jiang Yao sobbed quietly, and then twenty letters and twenty boxes pressed like a heavy mountain to her heart.

"Daughter girl, you are about to become a mother, so you should know your mother better." Cheng Ye said, "You are heart-wrenching."

"I know." Jiang Yao's voice choked, in fact, she knew she had always saddened her biological mother.

"It's not easy for Xinyou, it's really not easy. It was very difficult for her to even live. At that time, don't look at how good I am to her now. In fact, I mixed up at the beginning." Master Cheng is ashamed of himself, "Well, you are Shou Xing today, you can't cry, the wind is outside, let's go in."

Jiang Yao stood there for a while before relieving her emotions. Lord Cheng helped her to move the box in, and she followed him back home.

Cheng Jinnian stood at the door with his feet on his feet and waited for people. He shouted his father when Cheng Ye came in holding the box, but walked towards Jiang Yao behind him, raised his head and observed Xia Jiang Yao. Little nose wrinkled, "Sister is crying."

Then he ran directly to stop Master Cheng and asked, "Dad, did you scold your sister?"