"Can I be blamed for this?" Mo Qian glanced at him speechlessly, who stipulated that you have to concentrate on drinking a juice.

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At the end of the barbecue, Mo Qianqian went back to the room with Beichen Shaoting.

As soon as I opened the door, I saw that there was an extra crib in the room.

The maid was hunched over by the crib, playing with the little toys in her hand and teasing the little one.

Seeing Mo Qianqian and Beichen Shaoting coming in, he hurriedly turned his head to say hello: "Young grandma, young master." ”

"Well, thank you for your hard work, go back, it's good for me to come here." Mo Qianqian nodded, then walked over, leaned over to the crib, and reached out to touch the little one's face.

"Young grandma, it's time for the little young master to breastfeed in a while, and the milk powder is all on the cabinet." When the servant left, he didn't forget to instruct.

"Okay, I got it." Mo Qianqian nodded.

As soon as the servant left, Beichen Shaoting also followed, looking down at the little guy who was looking at them with wide eyes.

"Don't tell me, are you going to take him to sleep tonight?" Beichen Shaoting frowned, and suddenly asked.

Last time, this girl saw the child and saw that she was asleep alone......

"yes...... Mom also let me sleep with the child, so that I can have feelings. Mo Qianqian smiled, and then looked down at the baby.

He smiled...... "At this point, the little one seemed to feel her touch, and grinned, revealing his tooth plate, which had not yet grown teeth...... It's very cute.

Thinking about it, Mo Qianqian picked up the little guy and hugged him into his arms, cautiously.

She walked to the couch with the baby in her arms and sat down.

Beichen Shaoting's eyes have been following her, looking at her holding the child, his heart is warm......

Although she was a little dissatisfied with this sudden little guy who took his place in her heart.

But...... It is undeniable that he, like Mo Qianqian, also loves this child.

It's just that the way of loving is different......

Now, he is beginning to slowly experience what it feels like to be a father and how his father felt......

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"Beichen Shaoting, can you do me a favor?" Mo Qianqian, who was sitting on the sofa with the baby in his arms, suddenly raised his head and looked at Beichen Shaoting with a request.

"Say!" Beichen Shaoting raised his eyebrows and said.

"The baby is hungry, go make some milk powder for your son......" Mo Qianqian said pleadingly.

Because of the poisoning, she did not plan to breastfeed her child...... Although the poison has now been removed, Mo Qianqian is still very careful.

Fortunately, the milk powder prepared by Ning Ziqi is very close to the composition of breast milk.

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Hearing this, Beichen Shaoting frowned and asked him to make milk powder?

"No, it won't." He pursed his lips and said truthfully.

He'd never done anything like that.

"I won't ...... either," Mo smiled lightly.

If your baby understands them, you'll blame them.

These are all parents, they can't even make a milk powder!

Actually, it's not that I can't, but I don't know how to grasp the amount of milk powder and the ratio of water...... Including temperature, she doesn't understand any of this.

She has only learned how to change diapers from a maid......

"But you're a genius, I believe in you, you can do it!" She slapped Beichen Shaoting's ass......

But it's clear that Mo Qian's sycophant has had an effect.

Beichen Shaoting glanced at her lightly, and then reluctantly took out his mobile phone, opened the browser, and searched for the steps of baby milk powder!