"Mo Yan, come over to my mother to hug!" Ye Beibei was a little anxious, and unconsciously raised his voice and shouted at the child.

Jiang Yuezhou hugged the soft and tender little body in his arms and smiled at Ye Beibei, "It's rare that a child is willing to let me hug him, just let me hold him for a while, you can rest too!"

Ye Beibei saw that Xiao Moyan was dead in Jiang Yuezhou's arms, and it was not easy to take it hard, so he withdrew his hand and smiled at Jiang Yuezhou reluctantly, "This kid ......" and then said with a straight look: "I really want to thank you for today's events, you are so busy, if there is something, you will ...... Let's go first!"

"Tomorrow is the New Year, the people in the company are almost gone, what else do I have to be busy with!" Jiang Yuezhou said jokingly halfway, his smiling face looked even more charming and profound, "The doctor said that although Moting has a cold and fever, he has just undergone such a major operation, it is best to stay and observe for a night, how you can do it with your two children." ”

Ye Beibei looked up at Jiang Yuezhou's face, she knew that when he had a serious expression, she would never be able to convince him, and she didn't dare to push him like that to Liminglang, so she could only let Xiao Moyan lean on Jiang Yuezhou's arms a little cowardly, and she sat on the side of Xiao Moting's bed.

Jiang Yuezhou's words to Ye Beibei were very relaxed, but no matter how wise and powerful he was, holding a child was really not his forte, it should be said that he had lived for more than 30 years, and it was the first time he had held such a small child, he was worried that he would pinch the child if he used his strength, because he had never held it, and he was always afraid of throwing the child to the ground, so he repeatedly adjusted his posture, for fear of some slight mistakes.

He stood by the window with the child in his arms and looked out at the scenery, in fact, there was nothing to see outside this season except for the north wind blowing and shaking the dry branches, but he was even more reluctant to hold the child and stare at Ye Beibei.

Holding the soft, writhing baby in his arms, Jiang Yuezhou's mood was a little complicated, the child he broke was born to Ye Beibei and another man, this child is like living evidence, reminding him that Ye Beibei once fell in love with another man, and he felt depressed in his heart. But on the other hand, no matter who the child's father is, his mother is Ye Beibei, this child is Ye Beibei's own flesh and blood, holding him, he seems to be closer to Ye Beibei.

Jiang Yuezhou is not a saint, nor is he a god of fraternity, holding the child, his heart is occupied by the wheel of loss and joy, fortunately, this child looks very much like Ye Beibei, so that he does not have to accept and like it so hard.

The high fever was exhausting, Xiao Moting was lying on the bed with injections, and slowly fell asleep, Ye Beibei looked sideways at Jiang Yuezhou's stiff and unfamiliar movements, laughed in his heart that he was begging for hardship, and walked over and stretched out his hand again, "I'm tired, Moting is sleeping, I'll hold the child!"

After such a while, Jiang Yuezhou was already sweating from Xiao Moyan, he embarrassedly handed over the child to Ye Beibei, and thought about it: "It seems that you can't go home tonight, if you trust me and give me the key to the house, you pull a list, I will go and give you the things you need, the child is about to drink milk again!"

Ye Beibei secretly admired Jiang Yuezhou's thoughtfulness, took out a pen and paper from his bag, pulled a list for Jiang Yuezhou, and handed him the key to the house.

Jiang Yuezhou has always been a man of action, and he is definitely resolute, he didn't go for long, not only brought back all the things on Ye Beibei's list, but also brought back enough lunch for the three of them to eat, it can be seen from the exquisite disposable lunch box that this is a meal ordered from the Yuanjiang Hotel under the Jiang consortium.

Ye Beibei saw Jiang Yuezhou carrying so many things into the house, and hurriedly put Xiao Moyan on the bed, wanting to come over to pick up Jiang Yuezhou's eldest son, "Look at the child, don't move." Jiang Yuezhou's face turned pale, and he strode in with his things, and then looked at Ye Beibei with a slight frown, and said, "Such a young child, why do you always put him down casually!"

"Ah!?" Ye Beibei's face was feverish when asked, Jiang Yuezhou was too sharp, he only stayed by his side with the child for a while, and then he realized that he was negligent to the child, she was embarrassed and ashamed by what Jiang Yuezhou said, and muttered an explanation: "I ...... I'm not sincere, it's just that I haven't looked at him for too long, and I never thought he'd crawl to the ground!"

Jiang Yuezhou looked at Ye Beibei's face and turned red, knowing that she would be nervous about herself, so she hurriedly smiled to ease the atmosphere, "I just said casually, you are not the child's stepmother, I have no right to blame you." ”

Ye Beibei stiffened his face and nodded.

"Has Moting had a fever?" Jiang Yuezhou walked inside and put his things on the bedside table, he saw Xiao Moting with his eyes closed, thinking that he was still asleep, and asked Ye Beibei softly.

Ye Beibei didn't dare to put Xiao Moyan down this time, hugged the child and nodded, "Well, it's much better after the drip, just now the nurse came to him to take his temperature, and it's basically normal." ”

Xiao Moting had already woken up at this time, he opened his eyes and looked at Jiang Yuezhou standing at the head of the bed, from his point of view, he could see that Jiang Yuezhou's face was cold and hard, his standing posture was straight, and he frowned slightly and was very shocking and severe, Jiang Yuezhou's aura was strong, and his face that did not smile naturally had a serious expression, Xiao Moting had a sense of oppression, he originally thought that his father Xiao Li was already a very imposing person, but he didn't think that Jiang Yuezhou was more majestic than his father.

When Jiang Yuezhou turned his head, he saw Xiao Moting's hurriedly retracted eyes and lowered his head, he took a slight breath, reached out and touched Xiao Moting's shaved head due to surgery, and a warm smile appeared at the corner of his mouth, "Moting, look what Uncle brought you!" After speaking, he reached out and turned out a lot of fireworks-like things from the bag.

Xiao Moting raised his head and looked at Jiang Yuezhou, his eyes were full of doubts and curiosity, Jiang Yuezhou smiled and pinched his little face, "This is electronic fireworks, very beautiful, come, let's eat, after dinner, Uncle will set off fireworks for you." ”

Ye Beibei can be sharp when dealing with dawn, and she can talk to thousands of people when she is doing a high flip, but as long as she faces Jiang Yuezhou, she even becomes a little clumsy in the Chinese words she is used to, "You, how can you have time to buy these things?" She knew that Jiang Yuezhou was efficient, but he was not a superman, and he had no doppelganger skills.

"When I got out of the hospital, I called the hotel to get food, and then called the assistant to ask him to buy these things, and when I got my things from home, I met the hotel delivery person and the assistant at the hospital gate. Jiang Yuezhou answered Ye Beibei's question concisely and concisely.