Song Aimin left in a hurry, and Wen Qingshui didn't have the time to care about him. To be honest, now she is also sweating. The child's spitting milk was still wet and sticking to her. She was already exhausted. It's just that the child is hers, she has to stand up no matter how tired she is, and she can't bear to cry so much anymore for such a young child.

Not long after the child quieted down, the hallway was a little messy. Then I saw that Song Aimin actually commanded a few people and moved the hanging chairs outside. After a period of light assembly, Song Aimin personally laid a thick quilt and pillows.

The confinement lady was overjoyed. After all, let the child's mother suffer, and when the cold father comes back, she feels that she is a little hanging.

Song Aimin got everything done and helped Wenqing to get on the chair. Xiao Duoduo found that his mother didn't move again, and was about to grin. Song Aimin pushed the hanging chair to shake. In the end, the little guy reluctantly accepted it, and he didn't cry for face.

So when Song Xijun came back, he saw such a scene. Wen Qingshui held the child with his eyes closed, and sat on the rocking chair with a tired expression. And how does that rocking chair look like the one in the garden? And how did it move into the house?

And Song Aimin moved a small bench, sat on the side with his head down, and shook it gently, looking a little sluggish.

The confinement lady was busy hanging a pile of freshly washed wet clothes. And there are both adults and children. It's still three layers inside and out.

"What's going on?"

Song Xijun walked in quickly and said softly.

He just talked to Yunxi on the phone, how did it become like this? Not to mention the big changes in the house, Wen Qingshui is still in confinement, why is he not in bed? What is the matter with Song Aimin still here so late? Is this kid itchy on the skin? Should he beat him.

Who knows, as soon as he asked, Song Aimin and Wen Qingshui actually made a silent action at the same time. It is full of tacit understanding and looks very glaring.

Song Xijun raised his eyebrows, strode over, glanced at his daughter-in-law's tired expression, and finally came to his senses. He reached out and took the child.

His movements were so fast that Wen Qingshui and Song Aimin didn't have time to react. Then the child came into his arms. Miraculously, the child frowned, but he didn't cry!

Both of them were sleepy, and looked at him with their mouths wide open in surprise.

"Go to bed and lie down, the ground is cold. ”

Song Xijun said directly and gently, holding the child looks like a good one. And maybe it's because of his thick arms and high body temperature. It seems that Xiao Duoduo not only doesn't want to cry at this time, but also enjoys it very much.

"That's amazing! Why did she let you hug her?"

Song Aimin didn't know that he had provoked his brother to be unwelcome, and he didn't know whether he was alive or dead.

"Nonsense!" Song Xijun succinctly expressed his dissatisfaction. His child won't let him hug it, and let you hug it with a stinky boy?

Song Aimin hadn't comprehended the spirit yet, and said to himself: "Brother, don't you know, just now Xiao Duoduo was crying desperately, and no one could hold her except her mother, and she had to hold her and keep walking." It's not going to worry about us!"

When Song Xijun heard that brother, his heart trembled, and after hearing the back, he finally knew what was going on. Looking at the daughter-in-law's eyes, they became more and more gentle. Even Song Aimin blushed a little when he saw it. But Wen Qingshui didn't react at all under such a gentle and affectionate gaze, yawned, and walked towards the bed with misty eyes.

"Since she is with you, I will be relieved! I will lie down for a while, and my waist will be broken! My legs will be numb! Now my hands and feet are cold!"

Wen Qingshui just said it casually, but her words made Song Xijun fall in love.

Although I didn't witness it with my own eyes, I can imagine how the child cried heartbreakingly just now. The child is small, and he doesn't know what is wrong, and he can't speak, he just cries, what kind of mood was it like to be the child's biological mother at that time!

Thinking of this, and seeing her lying directly on the bed despite Song Aimin being here, Song Xijun was even more distressed.

"Sister-in-law Ling, go fill a hot water bottle!" Song Xijun whispered to Sister-in-law.

The confinement lady turned around and went out.

"Why did you go earlier!" Song Aimin heard his hindsight and muttered dissatisfiedly.

Song Xijun's eyes immediately widened. It's just that this picture of holding a child and staring at it obviously reduces someone's majesty.

Song Aimin felt that there was nowhere to come out because of the crying of his little niece just now, and Wen Qingshui was so tired that he couldn't wait to lie down directly, but he still had to hold the child. I was emboldened.

"What's so important to see that Jiajia, and throw your sister-in-law into the house alone? You didn't do anything to prepare for it, in case someone can come to you? really?"

Song Aimin's voice was very small, and she was afraid that Wen Qingshui would hear it and affect her rest. But his words surprised Song Xijun.

Feng Jiajia did come, but he came quietly, and he and the old man secretly arranged it.

"How do you know?" said Song Xijun with a gloomy face.

"I don't know! I can't forget the sad look on that woman's face. After Song Aimin finished speaking, he suddenly became alert. Indeed, staying in such a family, even if you don't want to learn anything, you will become a human spirit. "What? I shouldn't know?"

"No!" Song Xijun was succinct.

Song Aimin seemed to suddenly remember, and then added another sentence.

"I'm not the only one who saw her! I came to make trouble with that Ding Ling today, and before leaving, I glared at the door where she disappeared! I guess she also knows, as for whether anyone else knows, I don't know!"

Song Aimin was talking, Sister-in-law Yue is back! Song Xijun squinted. I don't know what Song Aimin thinks, anyway, he also kept his mouth shut.

"Sister-in-law is tired today! Also, if you cry a lot, you should go to the hospital!"

Song Aimin said another sentence like a little adult, and then left leisurely!

Song Xijun looked at his back, but he couldn't understand him a little! He said that Feng Jiajia's matter was really unintentional or intentional? Then, Song Xijun let go of his thoughts. With his understanding of Song Aimin, that kid didn't have any crooked thoughts.

Indeed, he is the child, and Song Xijun feels that he is the child who ran on the lawn back then.

But no matter what, I am afraid that Feng Jiajia will not be able to hide the fact that he is here! What about the other person? Will he also be discovered when he comes?

He was just thinking about it, when the little guy moved and moved uneasily in his arms, and arched into his arms again! Song Xijun was suddenly petrified.

This month, he also hugged the child, but that was after the child was full of food and drink, and even the hiccups were filmed. Now that she looks like this, she really thinks he's a "milk" dad?

I wanted to put the child in Qingshui's arms, but I found that she was already asleep!

That's right, she gets up three or four times a night to feed and change diapers, and her rhinitis has to toss for another two hours. Today the child is crying again, and she is already physically and mentally exhausted.

But time waits for no one, the little guy arches, and he doesn't find what he wants, and he suddenly gets up. Started whispering.

Song Xijun was still struggling with whether to wake up Wen Qingshui or let Sister-in-law Ling make milk powder. The little one was already crying. And crying is called a grievance.

"Come on!" Wen Qingshui woke up immediately, and he had already sat up, sleepy-eyed and about to undress.

Alas, Song Xijun sighed and sent the child over.

He was a little annoyed. If only a man could breastfeed, would the daughter-in-law be able to sleep for a few days!

Watching Wen Qingshui feed the child, Song Xijun's hot eyes stared at the corners of the little baby's wriggling mouth. Finally, his gaze was fixed on Wen Qingshui's smiling face. The love on her face, the doting and love in her eyes were deeply imprinted on Song Xijun's heart.

He strode up, picked up the quilt, draped it over her, and took another one and put it on her lap. Reach in and rub it gently on her calves.

"I'm tired of holding the baby today, are you tired, do your legs hurt?"

Song Xijun asked softly, it was only when he faced Wen Qingshui that he would take the trouble to say so much!

In the next half month, the old house was very calm and warm.

The old man changed his way to make the little baby happy, so that everyone in the old house felt happy physically and mentally.

Grandma Gao Qili and Feng Jiajia also get along harmoniously.

Song Aimin is even a brother and sister-in-law, which basically eases the relationship between the brothers.

Song Zhenyuan even released his long-lost love, and tried his best to put all his father's love on the two brothers. Although sometimes it was a little too forceful, which made both brothers a little dissatisfied, but on the whole, the relationship eased a lot.

Xiao Duoduo has become a star in everyone's eyes. Every day, in addition to feeding, almost all of them are passed down in different hands. And she's getting bigger and bigger, and she's getting more and more likeable. Just that crazy long hair, standing upright on the top of the head, like an alien doll, is enough for everyone to watch the sky change with great interest.

There were also a few times when the little one cried desperately as he did that day. Fortunately, a well-known pediatric specialist was invited to come and see you!

"It's normal for children to be incompletely developed, have a little problem, and occasionally cry!" So everyone was relieved.

"Xijun, you said that if you don't have the power, just the child crying, I will collapse first. It will take two years before the child can explain it. I'm going to have to worry about it for two whole years!"

Hearing the doctor's conclusion, Wen Qingshui said with emotion.

"Yes, you don't have to worry. Song Xijun comforted him.

"I'm going to move to your old house! I've saved up a lot of work, and when I have time, it's time for me to deal with it. ”

Song Xijun was immediately reluctant. How can a daughter-in-law work so early? How can the body be able to bear it?

"Isn't it me?"

"You're busy too! Besides, the child is getting older, and I can take her with me. ”