Chapter 192 Parent-child outfit

   "Well, go and get busy." Yang Lan'er waved her hand away, driving away the sad man with a constantly changing face, and there was a lot of drama in her heart.

  Yang Lan'er sent Zeng Qingsheng away, went back to the room, took out the fabric that was cut yesterday, and continued to make clothes.

  The sun rises slowly, and the sun is getting stronger and stronger.

After finishing the last stitch, Yang Lan'er raised her stiff neck and moved, oh, this needlework is really not something she can do, her neck is really sore after bowing her head for too long, it seems that she still has to work hard to make money, there is If money is good, you can directly ask someone to do it or set up a sewing room.

  Folding the sewn clothes, I heard the footsteps of the babies. Is this get out of class over?

  Yang Lan'er looked at the shadows of the trees outside, they were already a little slanted, and she was about to stand at attention.

   "Mother, the sons are coming to see you." Belle's loud voice rang out, and then ran in with a thump, and threw herself on her.

   "Ouch! Kun'er, why are you so heavy? You look like a little piggy." Yang Lan'er was thrown by him, leaned back, and smiled dotingly.

"Mother, nonsense, Kun'er is not a little piggy, my son is mother's treasure." Belle became anxious when he heard that little piggy, he didn't want to be called a little piggy in the future, he wanted to be handsome The little son of Yi Yi, handsome and handsome like his father, and suave and suave like Mr.

   "Okay, okay, you are not a little piggy, you are a baby."

   "Mother, you didn't go out today, is it because you are not feeling well?" Bao'er asked worriedly, he looked around, but did not find that Mother was weak.

  Yang Lan'er rolled her eyes countless times in her heart. Why does her eldest son worry about her health first every time?

   Could it be that the original owner was frightened by the coma for a few days before she came here last time? Left a psychological shadow?

  Yang Lan'er complained countless times in her heart, and said with a smile on her face: "Son, mother is in good health. Come and see the new clothes that mother made for you this morning."

  Bell jumped up and down happily: "Mother, let me see, let me see."

  Yang Lan'er shook off the clothes and gestured on them, and said with a smile: "Mother, I made three pieces, one for each of you, and one for your father."

  Bo'er saw that the three clothes were all the same style and color, and said curiously: "Mother, all three are exactly the same."

   "That's right, if the three of you, father and son, wear the same clothes and go out to be seen by others, yo! This is a family of three."

  Baby, the eyes of the two of them lit up when they heard this, yes, others can tell that they are a family at a glance.

   "Mother, why didn't you make one?" Bao'er shook her head and said.

  Yang Lan'er was in a good mood, her son would always think of her, and said with a beaming smile: "This color is not suitable for women, so my mother didn't do it. Next time I have a chance, I will make four more of the same color."

   "Okay, mother"

   "Belle, go ask your dad to come over and try it on, see if it fits?"

   "Okay, mother, you wait."

  Yang Lan'er saw Belle rushing out, shook her head and smiled, her youngest son was too mischievous, which sometimes gave him a headache.

   "Kun'er, you dragged me back to the room, is it your mother who has something to discuss with me?"

   "No, hurry up."

  Yang Lan'er and Bao'er were peeling the loquat skin, while signaling the silly roe deer to try the newly made clothes.

   Tan Anjun saw the new clothes on the table, his eyes were full of smiles, he shook off the clothes happily, and gestured to himself: "My lady, did you just make this?"

   "Well, try on the three of you and see if it fits."

"it is good"

  (end of this chapter)