Chapter 1195

Finally, a maid can't help holding a big fat boy and carefully comes to Zhao Wanxi.

"The little prince has been crying from morning till now, and he hasn't drunk a mouthful of milk. The maid looks at him, and his little face is thin Girl, please give me some milk

Although it wasn't long, all the maidservants in the palace could see that as long as the little prince of Nanlin kingdom fell into Miss Xi'er's hands, all the steel would turn into soft fingers, and all his temper would be gone!

I don't know what kind of unique work Miss Xi'er is doing. I can't help but make the maidservants in the palace admire themselves, but they have nothing to do.

Zhao Wanxi couldn't help glancing at the little girl in her arms. She didn't want the big fat boy to look at her with wide eyes. Her eyes were full of tears It seems to be a little thin!

Even if you lose two liang of meat, what's the matter with her?

As soon as Zhao Wanxi closed her eyes, she felt sorry for her baby. She really didn't know if she owed her father and son anything in her last life?

The swaddling baby cried more fiercely, and his voice became louder.

"Put down the milk!"

As soon as Zhao Wanxi's words came out, several timid maids were glad and relaxed. They quickly handed the baby to her arms, and the goat's milk was steadily placed in front of her.

The big fat boy seemed to understand people's words. As soon as Zhao Wanxi opened her mouth, his cry stopped suddenly. His black eyelashes flashed and he turned his lips at the woman, showing his grievance.

She is feeding the baby. Although the baby doesn't cry, her bright eyes are staring at her face, drinking a mouthful of milk and skimming her mouth.

Inexplicably, Zhao Wanxi only felt that her heart was about to melt. How could the big devil give birth to such a grinding little thing? She couldn't resist it.

At this moment, there was a noise at the door. Leng junao pushed the door in. Just now at the end of the corridor, he heard the loud cry of the fat boy. Suddenly it was quiet. It was Xi'er who was taking care of him.

It is said that blood is thicker than water, and mother and son are interlinked. It seems that this is true. No matter when lin'er was born, or this big fat boy, there seems to be a feeling.

The harmonious and warm picture makes the man's tight handsome face become soft. Leng Jun's words come to his mouth and swallow into his stomach. He walks to the other side of the Chenxiang carved wooden table and sits down in the position opposite Zhao Wanxi. The eagle's eyes are deep and quietly staring at their mother and son.

Zhao Wanxi didn't have to look up, but she could also feel the burning sight from the opposite side. It was like a prairie fire burning on her cheek.

Since that night, the relationship between them has become stiff. She is limited in her freedom. Leng junao sends Mu Si to stare at her. She can't escape.

In order to avoid positive contact with men, Zhao Wanxi deliberately slowed down and fed her baby slowly, hoping that he would leave quickly.

But don't want to, the man sitting opposite her doesn't mean to leave at all, Leng junao is so patient, watching her feed a bowl of milk spoon by spoon.

The fat boy, who had been hungry for half a day, had enough to eat and fell asleep in Zhao Wanxi's arms. His face was pink and tender, showing the sweetness of satisfaction.

Zhao Wanxi got up with her baby and went to the bed. She put him down and covered him tightly. Seeing that the fat boy was still sleeping soundly, she turned around and ran into a solid wall.