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"Call sister, don't call mother." Yan Xiaomo sat in front of the table, and had the heart to correct the watermelon baby's name for herself.

The watermelon baby scratched his little head suspiciously, stared at Yan Xiaomo with bright eyes, and said, "But Daddy asked the baby to be called his mother, and the baby also likes to be called his mother." ”

At this time, Di Mang came out of the screen and said with a low smile: "Xiaomo, it's just a title, why be so serious?" ”

Yan Xiaomo looked back at Di Mang, looking at his expression that seemed to be smiling but not smiling, how could he feel that he was doing it on purpose.

"Mother, mother." The watermelon baby seems to like this title very much, and has been calling his mother and mother, as if he can't get tired of shouting.

"Baby, sleep with your mother tonight, and we'll go back early tomorrow morning."

Di Mang left the room with a smile, taking the 'door' with him.

"Good night Daddy." The baby watermelon waved at Di Mang, his eyes full of happiness.

Yan Xiaomo watched Di Mang leave, looked back at the well-behaved watermelon baby, and suddenly changed from an ignorant young 'girl' to a young 'woman' with a baby.

"Baby, let's go to sleep." Yan Xiaomo hugged the watermelon baby on the table to the 'bed', she slept more restrained tonight, so as not to accidentally squash the watermelon baby late.

"Mother, the baby needs to be hugged." The watermelon baby squeezed towards Yan Xiaomo's arms and coquettishly played to Yan Xiaomo.

The next day, Yan Xiaomo opened her eyes and found that her Void Level had changed from zero to one.

Could this be the surprise that the watermelon baby brought her?

"Mother, the baby still needs to sleep." The baby watermelon didn't seem to have slept enough and shrunk into the quilt.

Yan Xiaomo looked at the watermelon baby, and her heart suddenly became warm.

"Sleep, baby." The watermelon baby is really cute and tight, and Yan Xiaomo likes it very much.

I wonder if I would be so cute if I gave birth to a little radish head in the future?

Thinking about it, Yan Xiaomo's eyes were full of the brilliance of motherhood, and her face had a loving smile.

When the sun was fully rising, the watermelon baby woke up, and Yan Xiaomo had already eaten breakfast.

"Mother, the baby is hungry."

The small figure of the watermelon baby is running happily around the 'bed', with a happy smile on his face.

"Di Mang, what does the watermelon baby eat, does it eat like us?" Yan Xiaomo asked Di Mang, after all, the watermelon baby is also a plant, and I don't know whether to eat or eat something else.

"Give it these." Di Mang moved his sleeve and took out a small bottle.

Yan Xiaomo took the small bottle in Di Mang's hand, opened the lid of the small bottle, and then poured it into the palm of his hand, pouring out a few small black 'colored' dots, like mouse feces.

"Can you eat this?"

Yan Xiaomo raised her eyebrows a little, and some didn't dare to give the watermelon baby to eat.

"You can rest assured, this is the food developed by this special 'door' for the baby, extracting the 'essence' of nature, which is beneficial and harmless to the baby."

Di Mang explained slowly that the watermelon baby is not a human being, nor a demon, but a 'spirit' spirit, and the nature of eating is different.

Yan Xiaomo always felt that this was like feeding cats and dogs again.

However, seeing that the watermelon baby was eating very happily, Yan Xiaomo shook off those thoughts in her heart.

"Mother, the baby is full." The baby watermelon has eaten about four or five grains, and the green 'color' of the body is more conspicuous.