The woman stood in front of the cradle, her eyes were full of love when she looked at the sleeping child, and she replied in a low voice: "The slave's name is Lotus, and the slave's man is Ma Liu. Originally, that adult didn't intend to make me a young master." Nurse, but the young master is weak and born with deficiencies. He can only eat my breast milk. If he eats other people's breast milk, he will spit up milk. Besides, as long as I hug the young master, anyone will be unable to stop crying.

In the end, I had no choice but to let me be the young master's wet nurse...

As for my man, Ma Liu, who wanted to follow me to work in the priest's mansion, that adult brought us, husband and wife, together. "

Seeing that Zhuang Xiaoyu's face seemed a little unhappy, He Hua suddenly hesitated, feeling that she was talking too much, so she quickly knelt down: "Ma'am, this slave is too talkative, please punish me."

Zhuang Xiaoyu waved his hand: "It's nothing, as long as you take the young master with you."

The lotus is grateful: "I will definitely take care of the young master, I swear."

into the night.

Qin Wuyan entered the bedroom, the room was lit, Zhuang Xiaoyu was already lying on the bed, lying on his side.

The cradle was placed in front of the bed, and the baby inside was sleeping soundly.

Qin Wuyan stared at the child for a moment, took off his outer robe, lay down beside Zhuang Xiaoyu, and looked sideways at Zhuang Xiaoyu's black hair scattered on the pillow like a waterfall.

After getting along for a long time, even if they just lay quietly together without talking, Qin Wuyan could keenly sense Zhuang Xiaoyu's emotions, and asked gently: "What's wrong? Why are you unhappy? Or did the child disturb you?"

Zhuang Xiaoyu replied in a muffled voice: "No."

Qin Wuyan turned his body sideways: "Are you tired?"

Zhuang Xiaoyu turned around, faced Qin Wuyan, and sighed, "No, I just feel that this child doesn't seem to like me, but prefers the wet nurse he invited back."

Qin Wuyan: "..."

Qin Wuyan felt guilty: "It's probably because the nanny has been with him for a long time, and you just met him. Don't think too much, when he grows up, he will be filial to you."

Zhuang Xiaoyu bit her lips: "I don't care about his filial piety, but I can't stop crying when I hug him. Every time the wet nurse hugs him, I stop crying. When this child cries, his whole body is covered with bruises, which can't be seen through." When I get angry, I just feel uncomfortable when I look at it."

Qin Wuyan leaned towards Zhuang Xiaoyu little by little, and hugged him in his arms: "It would be nice if it was older, and when the child is a hundred days old and recognizes someone, he won't cry."

Zhuang Xiaoyu leaned in Qin Wuyan's arms, and comforted herself: "Probably, I am still young, and if I have milk, I am my mother. Maybe he regards the nurse as his own mother, but I, the mother who gave birth to him, actually become strangers."

Qin Wuyan: "..."

Too many words and too many mistakes, Qin Wuyan didn't dare to say anything, but just kissed her forehead with thin lips.

The delicate kisses spread from the forehead to Zhuang Xiaoyu's neck, gentle and patient, as if treating a rare treasure.

Zhuang Xiaoyu's attention was finally diverted, she sighed, but pushed Qin Wuyan away, turned around, turned her back to him, and whispered: "I don't want to do this."

Qin Wuyan stopped, and just hugged her, letting her back stick against his warm chest, "Then go to bed early, and I won't touch you if you say you don't want to."

The bedroom fell into a long silence.

After a while, Zhuang Xiaoyu asked again: "What if I never think about it again in this life?"

Qin Wuyan said without hesitation: "As long as you are happy staying by my side, it doesn't matter if you don't want to for the rest of your life."

Zhuang Xiaoyu: "..."