Tangyuansi opened his arms to him and clapped himself on the shoulder.

"It's not a sin for a man to cry. You are also a man with a son now. Don't worry after crying this meal, and the next meal is waiting for you!"

Yu Yuehan: "..."

There is a dirty word in my heart. I wonder if I should say it or not?

-The year of Xiaomu is a caesarean section, and the baby can only stay in the hospital.

Qi Yan in, her wound recovery is still fast, not long can get out of bed to walk.

As long as the wound is not involved, there is basically no big problem.

To tell you the truth

Nian Xiaomu looks at the head of the bed helplessly. You are staring at me. I am staring at your father and son.

Two faces, one big and one small, are like copying and sticking. When they see each other, they suddenly turn into black eyed chickens. Everyone will see who is unhappy.

If you are in the same space, either Xiao Yang will make Yu colder and smoke, or Yu will make Xiao Yang cry.

Right now

The cause is simple.

Xiaoyang wakes up to play, but the colder he gets, he doesn't let nianxiaomu hold him. He picks up his son.

As a result, I cried at the touch.

Put it down and stop.

One wants to hold, the other doesn't let hold.

Neither father nor son refused to lose, so they kept holding up and putting down, putting down and holding up

Finally, both of them are tired. You stare at me. I stare at you and fight in secret.

Nian Xiaomu holds the wound on his stomach and slowly exercises around the room to help the wound recover.

See this pair of childish father and son, the head is a bit painful.

"Nian Xiaomu, your son is deliberately against me. Don't you mind?" Yu Yuehan doesn't win the fight. He turns around and complains.

“……”

Nian Xiaomu stops at the windowsill and looks back with sympathy.

"Xiao Yang is still a baby, can't you be more mature?"

"No, his name is Dashun now." Yu Yuehan seriously corrected.

Iron heart refused to give up the name of Dashun.

At the beginning, I didn't know who was holding her, and repeatedly stressed to her that their son could not be called Dashun?

"At that time, it was different. I thought my son would be clever and sensible. At least I should understand the simple truth that mother is father. But obviously, I think highly of him. He is not sensible and doesn't deserve my name!"

Nian Xiaomu: "..."

She missed little sixties a little.

If her daughter, she'll be able to take care of the father and son.

After all, at home now, the only person who can make Xiao Yang's attention away from his mother is his sister.

But it's also Yu Yuehan's heart treasure.

Seeing that Xiaoyang robbed his daughter-in-law and her position in the little princess's mind, the colder I was, the sicker I was, the more I was about to spit blood!

It's better if you don't come.

If they do come, their father and son are afraid that they can fight endlessly in one day.

"The colder I get, I want to see the avalanche. Please help Xiao Yang change his diaper." Nian Xiaomu holds his stomach and walks slowly to the door.

In order to take care of her, Tan was admitted to the hospital in advance.

Originally, she had a baby successfully. Tan Bengbeng should be able to go back, but who knows that on the day of going back, there was a short contraction.

After checking for her, Qi Yan suspected that the over tense mood in these days had affected her baby in the stomach. The baby might be born before the expected delivery date, so she would simply continue to live in the hospital.

I only want to accompany Nian Xiaomu to sit on the moon.

I live in the next room.

"May I refuse?" The colder I am, the more resistant I am.

He didn't forget that when he first held the smelly boy, he was peed.