Chapter 447

She handed a spoonful of porridge to the man's mouth, but the man didn't open his mouth. Instead, he narrowed his eyes slightly and repeated the sentence with a questioning tone: "like me, too much control?"

Seeing that he refused to eat porridge, ye Miaomiao put the porcelain bowl aside and sat down on the chair.

"Yes, as like as two peas, you have too much control, you two are really the same as father and son, and you are exactly the same."

Tan Yihan looked at her and asked, "why, do you have any opinions?"

She leaned back on the chair, straightened her hair, pinned the hair behind her ears, graceful, and fully devoted herself to the role of the rich family.

It has to be said that ye Miaomiao is getting more and more used to the life of the rich young granny, and seems to feel quite comfortable. Besides being monitored 24 hours a day by Tan Yihan.

She smiles and shakes her head: "no, you are my husband, he is my son, you two need me, this is very reasonable, right? How dare I have an opinion? If one is not happy, he will lose his temper. If the other is not happy, he will cry. You are all young masters. I have to wait on you. "

Why does this sound so awkward and sarcastic? Is this saying that he is as childish and pestering as a little fart?

"Miaomiao, are you saying that I am as ignorant as my son?"

Ye Miaomiao raised a beautiful radian at the corner of his mouth: "you can hear that. If you want to say that our husband's IQ is high."

Tan Yihan: "you are angry with me, eh?"

"Then you make me sad. I'm here to give you a love breakfast. How can I be angry with you? I have to go back early later, or your son will cry again. Now he has learned your trick. He monitors me every day. As long as he can't see me for a few hours, he will cry all the time, tearing his heart and lungs."

Ye Miaomiao really found that the little guy was getting worse and worse. In the past, he would wake up and play by himself. When he was sleepy, he would sleep by himself. Now he would have to be coaxed by her to sleep. After a long time, he would still cry.

When I grow up, I am conscious, and I begin to learn bad.

Tan Yihan's face is gloomy: "I'll be discharged in the afternoon. Let's go back together."

"Well, do you still eat? If you don't, the nurse will clean up?"

Tan Yihan: "no more."

Ye Miaomiao went to call the nurse and cleaned up the breakfast in the ward. Then he sat on the chair and looked at him straightly. He didn't speak or have any expression.

But Tan Yihan always feels that the woman's face is a little proud, and he doesn't know what he is proud of.

"What are you watching me do?"

"My husband is handsome. I haven't found your face so handsome before. It's a pity that I won it. It's my only man forever."

In this strange tone of voice, Tan Yi said with a smile: "now I find out? It's not too late. Enjoy it. "

The man didn't feel embarrassed at all. Instead, he was calm. He let her stare at him like this. As long as ye Miaomiao could be in his sight, the rest didn't matter, even sarcasm.

Ye Miaomiao holds her arms and has an elegant smile on her lips. She knows that she is challenging the man's temper and deliberately makes him angry.

"I'm thinking, my husband is so handsome, my son should be a beautiful man in the future. When he grows up, I think many girls will like him."

Ye Miaomiao couldn't help laughing when she thought about it. She wanted to laugh when she thought that the baby would grow up to be a beautiful man. It was too far away.

See her gentle smile, talk about Yihan chest that cold heart has been melted, he is like her, very like, very like, so will possessive so strong.

On Yihan: "are you jealous?"

She was stunned for a moment, and could not help laughing: "how can I, I'm his mommy, I'm not so abnormal, I hope he's happy, I hope he can find his own love, ah, it's too far away, it's still too early."

Then she thought that she was too ridiculous. The baby was still wearing a diaper and drinking milk powder with a milk bottle. She thought of looking for love when he grew up.

When ye Miaomiao didn't make him angry, he was still very good and sweet, which made him want to trample on him.

"Did you hear your son speak last night? He's babbling a lot every day now. It's not like you at all. You talk so little and give birth to such a little chatterbox."

Talk about Yi cold corner of mouth to start, sink a voice way: "resemble you, very good."

"What's like me? I don't talk so much. I can't keep chattering."

Tan Yihan looked at her: "what are you doing now?"

Ye Miaomiao suddenly speechless, as if she is a lot of nonsense, the baby is really like her talk?

Suddenly, the ward is quiet again, and the atmosphere becomes a bit awkward. Ye Miaomiao is also embarrassed to stare at the man again.

After a while, the nurse came in to change the dressing for his wound. Ye Miaomiao had to step aside. After the nurse left, she went to the hospital bed.

"Don't move. I'll look at your wound."

Ye Miaomiao walked up to the man and asked him not to move. Then he carefully lifted the gauze to look at the wound and frowned slightly: "tut Tut, I see what you've made of yourself. When my grandfather knows, I'll definitely curse you."

She suddenly found that Tan Yihan had been staring at her, and then her long arm pulled her into her arms, hugged her body, the beautiful face against her slender waist.

"What are you doing..."

Tan Yihan: "nothing. I want to hold you."

"How can you be like a baby and you can't leave me? I want to cry when I can't see you for hours? " As like as two peas, she really began to believe in blood ties. This father and son are very much alike. Sometimes she finds that some of the babies' faces are exactly the same as those of cold weather.

Tan Yihan holds her in his arms, and his voice is low and hoarse: "if I can't see you for a few hours, I will be upset and I can't help but want to lose my temper."

Her body froze, she felt that Tan Yihan's state was very similar to that of the baby, but the baby was too young to speak and lose his temper, so she had to cry to lose his temper.

She helplessly hugged the man's head and felt the beautiful face that all women wanted. The perfect outline felt very comfortable.

"Don't lose your temper any more, and don't drive distracted. You see you hit yourself. Do you forget that you still have a wife and children, and you still have responsibilities to bear?"

Ye Miaomiao really doesn't want to talk about Yihan's accident. After all, the baby can't live without a father. Now she has realized the pain of not having a mother. It's too hard.

"Well."

The man answered.

Promise is so promise, but anger, really not necessarily control.

Ye Miaomiao touched the man's hair and said in a soft voice, "do you miss the baby? You always hold him when you go home at night. You didn't hold him last night."