Feng Yu's body recovered quickly, but in general it was still relatively weak, but this did not prevent her from cleaning, lying down for almost a month, these days I only felt that my body was sticky, very uncomfortable, maybe it was just a psychological effect, but it was still unbearable, and after putting the little cloud that had finally fallen asleep on the bed, she got up and walked to the screen, took off all the clothes on her body and stepped into the bath.

The warm water suddenly surrounded from all directions, Feng Yu closed her eyes and couldn't help but exhale comfortably.

The child's cry suddenly rang out.

Feng Yu in the bath was stunned for a moment, and then wanted to call the maid in, but when the words came to her mouth, she swallowed it again, hurriedly got up, took off the clothes on the screen and put them on, and walked quickly to the bed, and before she sat down, she had already asked, "Awake?" Are you hungry again? Or are you getting wet again? "She has milk on her body, but the milk has always been very little, pitifully small, Xiao Xiaoyun has hardly drunk it once, and after each time she drank it, she was hungry again. Although Feng Yu has been constantly adding some drugs that can give birth to milk to the tonic she drinks these days, her weak body, and a quick recovery does not mean that she will fully recover all of a sudden, and she is still in the recovery period, so that it has no effect.

Xiao Xiaoyun continued to cry, crying vigorously, this time it was useless for Ren Fengyu to coax.

Feng Yu first checked whether the child was wet, then tried to feed, and then touched the child's forehead and body to see if the child was sick, and finally there was nothing to be done, "What's wrong?" Don't cry......"

Xiao Xiaoyun was still crying, and the tears flowed out again as soon as they were wiped.

Simmogo happened to return, and when he pushed the door and entered the room, he saw such a scene.

Xin Moge was slightly stunned, then closed the door with his backhand, and asked Feng Yu as he walked over, "What's wrong?" As he spoke, his eyes inadvertently saw a large piece of spring light on Feng Yu's chest, the half-wet and half-dry coat was clinging to her delicate and slender body, and there was obviously nothing under the coat.

"I don't know what's wrong, it's useless to coax." Feng Yu didn't notice that her spring was leaking, and looked at Xin Moge as if she was asking for help.

Xin Moge sat down and looked at Xiao Xiaoyun, who was crying non-stop, and didn't know what to do, a little helpless.

"You hold him and try it." Suddenly, Feng Yu stuffed the child into Xin Moge's arms.

Xin Moge had already hugged the child before, more than once, but he was not skilled, and hurriedly hugged Xiao Xiaoyun for a while, so as not to let Xiao Xiaoyun fall.

After Xiao Xiaoyun turned into Xin Moge's arms, for some reason, he suddenly stopped crying, and his little mouth sucked his little finger with relish, looking at Xin Moge curiously.

"I miss my father! Alas, it seems that I, the mother, should step aside. Feng Yu looked at this scene, and immediately opened her mouth sourly, her voice was full of vinegar, and as she spoke, she got up and walked to the screen, ready to take a bath.

Xin Moge hugged Xiao Xiaoyun, and the father and son stared at each other.

After half a ring—

Feng Yu took a bath and walked back, sat in front of the dresser and wiped her long wet hair, and couldn't help but sneeze. I heard the child's cry just now and hurriedly got out of the bath, as if I was a little cold, and looked at Xin Moge and Xiao Xiaoyun reflected in the mirror through the reflection of the mirror. <