Don Juanes opened his arms towards him and patted himself on the shoulder.
“It’s not a sin for a man to cry, it’s not a sin to cry, you’re a man with a son now, after this one, don’t worry, there’s another one waiting for you!”
Yu Yuehan: “……”
I have an expletive inside, I don’t know if I should say it or not?
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Nian Xiaomu had a caesarean section and had to stay in hospital for the month.
With Qi Yan around, her wounds recovered fairly quickly and she was able to get out of bed and walk around on her own in no time.
As long as she did not pull the wound, there was basically no major problem.
To be honest ……
Nian Xiaomu twisted his head somewhat helplessly to look at the bed, being you glaring at me, I glaring at you father and son.
One big and one small two faces, like copy and paste, but the moment they see each other, they instantly turn into black-eyed chicken, who all look at each other in a bad way.
Whenever they appear in the same space, either Xiao Yang makes Yu Yue Han angry or Yu Yue Han makes Xiao Yang cry.
Now they are facing each other again ……
The cause is simple.
When Xiao Yang woke up from his nap and wanted to get up to play, Yu Yuehan didn’t let Nian Xiaomu hold him, so he picked up his son himself.
As a result, he cried when he touched him.
When he was put down, he stopped.
One wants to hold, the other won’t.
Neither father nor son would give in, so they kept hugging up and putting down, putting down and hugging up again ……
In the end both of them got tired and turned into you glaring at me and me glaring at you, fighting secretly.
The two of them are in the middle of a battle, and the two of them are in the middle of a battle.
The sight of this childish father and son made his head hurt a little.
“Nian Xiaomu, your son is deliberately fighting against me, don’t you care?” Yu Yuehan couldn’t win the fight and twisted his head to complain.
“……”
Nian Xiaomu walked to the windowsill and stopped, glancing back with sympathetic eyes.
“Xiao Yang is still a little baby, can’t you be more mature?”
“No, he’s called Da Shun now.” Yu Yuehan corrected seriously.
Ironically, he refused to give up the name Dasun.
Who was it that held her in the first place and repeatedly stressed to her that their son could not be called Dasun?
“It was different back then, I thought my son would be well-behaved and understand that he should at least understand the simple fact that his mother is his father’s, but apparently, I overestimated him and he was an illiterate and unworthy of the name I gave him!”
Nian Xiaomu: “……”
She missed little Liu Liu a little.
If it was her daughter, she could definitely handle this father and son.
After all, the only person in the house right now who could take Xiao Yang’s attention away from her mother was her sister.
But it so happened that little Liu Liu was also the apple of Yu Yue Han’s eye.
Seeing that Xiao Yang had stolen his own daughter-in-law, and had gone on to steal his own place in the little princess’ heart, Yu Yuehan was so sick that he was about to vomit blood!
It was good that Little Liu Liu didn’t come.
If he did come, they would have been fighting all day long.
“Yu Yuehan, I want to go see the crash, you help Xiao Yang change her diaper.” Nian Xiaomu held her stomach and slowly walked towards the door.
Tan Beng Beng had been admitted to the hospital earlier for the convenience of taking care of her.
Originally, after she had given birth successfully, Tan Beng Beng should have been able to go back, but who knew that on the day she was to go back, she suddenly had a short contraction.
After Qi Yan examined her, he suspected that the over-stressed emotions of the past few days had affected the baby in her belly, and that the baby might be born before the due date, so he simply continued to stay in the hospital.
He simply continued to stay in the hospital, just to accompany Nian Xiaomu in her monthly cycle.
She was staying in the ward next door.
“Can I refuse?” Yu Yuehan resisted opening his lips.
He hadn’t forgotten that the first time he had hugged this brat, he had pissed on his hand.
