"Rourou, do you like the new skirt that mother bought for you?" Lin Shu spread out the beautiful skirt and waved it in front of Su Rourou's eyes.
While licking the ice cream, Su Rourou said vaguely, "Enen, I like it so much, thank you mom."
After finishing speaking, she stretched out her chubby little hand, touched the beautiful skirt, raised her head and asked, "Mom, can I wear it now?"
"Of course!" Lin Shu quickly put on the white tutu skirt for her, then tied a high bun for her, and put a small flower on it.
She dragged Su Rourou to the mirror. In the mirror, the little girl's fair round face was inlaid with a pair of big watery eyes, and the corners of her pink and tender mouth were slightly raised, as if she was always smiling. She was dressed in a white tutu skirt, which made her look like a cute little angel.
Lin Shu softened her voice and then softly, with the corners of her mouth slightly curved: "Our Rourou is so beautiful."
Su Rourou looked at herself in the mirror, lowered her head shyly, and twisted the white flower on the skirt with both hands.
Lin Shu leaned down and hugged her small shoulders: "Rourou is so beautifully dressed today, can mom take Rourou to take a photo?"
The three-year-old girl already has a little awareness of beauty. Hearing what her mother said, Su Rourou nodded gently: "Okay."
The arc of Lin Shu's mouth gradually deepened, and he immediately added a sentence: "Let's be with Brother Yichen!"
Su Rourou's originally expectant expression disappeared immediately, and replaced with a reluctant expression: "Can I not?"
After finishing speaking, he began to take off the beautiful little skirt on his body. Although she liked this tutu skirt very much, if wearing it meant taking pictures with that perverted Luo Yichen, then she would rather not wear it.
Lin Shu's expression changed immediately, and she held down her clumsy little hand: "No! If you take it off now, mom will never buy you a skirt again!"
Su Rourou bit her lower lip hard, tears glistened in her big eyes, but she reluctantly nodded her head to express her submission.
"Rourou is so good!" Lin Shu stuffed the ice cream in her hand into her little mouth, "Behave well later, mom will buy you ice cream again!"
On Luo Yichen's side, things went relatively smoothly.
Li Juan looked at the handsome boy in the white suit in the mirror, hugged him and took a bite: "My son, he is so handsome that he is about to explode!"
Luo Yichen looked at himself in the mirror expressionlessly, and asked calmly: "Mom, what are you going to do by making me dress like this?"
Li Juan touched his little head, with a bit of bewilderment in her tone: "Later, mom will take you to take pictures, okay?"
"Not good!" Luo Yichen resolutely refused. Only little girls like such boring things as taking pictures!
Li Juan's face darkened a bit: "If it's not good, it's good! Mom has already told Aunt Lin Shu that you must, must and definitely take pictures with sister Rourou today."
Hearing Su Rourou's name, Luo Yichen was silent for a while, then pursed his lips tightly, his fair ears were slightly pink. Didn't say good, didn't say bad.
He hadn't seen her for a few days, and he kind of missed her round bun face and the strawberry fragrance on her body.
Li Juan knew her son's character, and if she didn't object, she agreed.
So, she took his white and tender little hand and went out.