"Poof"
She hardly choked on a mouthful of rice.
"Up... Up milk?"
"Fish soup is used for milk, don't you know?" Feng Yaqin, of course.
Han Xiaoye didn't raise her milk, but her face turned red. "..." how could she know? No one taught her that.
Export You haven't fed it to twilight before. I don't know if you will succeed in raising milk, so I cook some fish soup for you every day. When you're about to have a baby. You will produce milk, and, the child's first milk, just rely on the strength of the child may not drink. Then you have to ask Zhi Yan to help... "
Han Xiaoye's Three Outlooks have been shattered.
Let my uncle help?
It's the one she understood, right?
No matter how bold Han xiaoyerao is, when Feng Yaqin says that in public, the whole person is not good. Not only the face is red, but also the ears are red.
"Well, don't you use it?"
"Why not? I'm telling you the truth. Don't be shy. There's nothing to be shy about. Little baby was born with little strength. The first breast milk is likely to be blocked. Therefore, someone must help clear the blocked milk tau first, so that children can still drink milk. If you don't want Zhiyan to help you, do you want me to help you? "
Feng Yaqin amused her with a smile but not a smile.
"OK, I can help you too. You can see who can help you then."
“……!!” Han Xiaoye thought about the picture that Fu Zhiyan wanted to help and the picture that Feng Yaqin wanted to help. He decided the former in one second.
Although the former is a bit shameful, it's always better for the latter. How can it look like... Obscene.
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"Well," Fu Zhiyan frowned.
Feng Yaqin noticed him, immediately turned his head, "stop talking, what's the matter with you?"
Fu Zhiyan frowned. Danfeng's eyes passed the culprit who pretended to be calm. He rubbed his eyebrows and said, "it's OK."
"It's OK. What do you make a sound for?" Feng Yaqin obviously did not believe it, but instead said, "I heard Xia Xia say that you promised Ono to take her to tattoo when she passed the final exam?"
Fu Zhiyan's eagle eyes flashed to the little woman with short hair.
Han Xiaoye a face capitalized injustice, even more shocked than he.
She told Xia Xia, but she didn't let Xia Xia tell Aunt Feng. She has not thought that she can use aunt Feng to coerce him, OK?
these Fu Zhiyan has a firm attitude.
Feng Yaqin said with a smile, "that's what I think. However, I think that since Ono wants to tattoo, let her tattoo. I know a place that specializes in the use of plant essence tattoos. You can take her to tattoo later. "
"Ma..." Fu Zhiyan frowned.
Feng Yaqin waved, "don't worry, I'm more nervous than you and my little granddaughter. I promise there won't be any problem."
"You can take her. The doctor said that we should follow the requirements of pregnant women before delivery. Happy mood can lead to smooth production. Your own wife wants to get a tattoo. It's not that you want to pick the stars for her. Just satisfy her. "
Fu Zhiyan has not let go.
Feng Yaqin added, "don't take Xiaoye girl too seriously all day long. She's your wife and not your employee. You work all day long, where there are so many things to manage. Everyone has a love of beauty. It can't be said that pregnant women can only give birth to you dishevelled every day, right? these
He thought about this period of time, often looking in the mirror, a face of depressed hooligan, frown is about to knot. Rationally, he told him that he could not agree, but emotionally, he could not help leaning towards Feng Yaqin.
"Forget it. I'll show her this afternoon."
Han Xiaoye had thought that there was no hope, but he suddenly let go. Suddenly eyes are bright, blurted out, "really?"
"It's just going to have a look. It doesn't have to be tattooed."
Cut!
When she got to the right place, she had plenty of methods.
Han Xiaoye is so happy that she already has the same pattern. She starts to figure out where to get the pattern and what pattern to make. At the same time, he did not forget to wink at Feng Yaqin and appreciated her for speaking for him. If aunt Feng hadn't come forward, she would have no drama.
……
At three pm.
Fu Zhiyan took her to the tattoo place that Feng Yaqin said.
In fact, it's a high-end beauty salon with luxurious decoration. At first glance, it's the place where rich people come. Because Feng Yaqin made an appointment in advance, as soon as they came to the door, the service staff immediately welcomed them, "good afternoon, are you Ms. Feng's guests?"
"Yes." Today, Fu Zhiyan wore a simple black turtleneck sweater, which made him very noble.
The waiter was very insightful and immediately became more polite to them. "Please follow me. Our teacher is waiting inside."
Han Xiaoye looks around and goes in. He is led to a room similar to the presidential suite.
There are all kinds of totems and handicrafts.
The service staff had already taken advantage of the time on their way to introduce to them the teacher who helped them tattoo today. They also introduced the things they used. After repeatedly emphasizing that there are absolutely no irritating chemicals, they affirmed that every tattoo tool they used here is new. Absolutely sterilized, absolutely safe.
Fu Zhiyan was cold from beginning to end. I don't know if he listened.
When the tattoo master who claimed to have won the prize in the world came, Han Xiaoye couldn't wait to ask, "can you have colorful patterns here?"
"What do you want?"
"Peach blossom." Han Xiaoye pointed to the left clavicle and said, "I want to tattoo a peach blossom here."
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"Little uncle?" Han Xiaoye does not do, "the grain is on the back of the hand, I am inferior not to the grain!"
Who has a tattoo on the back of his hand? It's not sexy at all.
"Yes? Then go home. " The cold and stern man was not moved at all and said it straight away.
“……”
Shit!
Tough enough!
Han Xiaoye stretched out his hand, reluctantly, "it's OK to tattoo the back of the hand."
She said, pointing to the back of her hand, thought, "I want to tattoo on the mouth of the tiger."