With such a situation tonight, there will be no problem on the side of the German partners. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 info The banquet went to a high level. At the time of the tide, Lin Xiaoshu went to introduce himself briefly to the old antique, toasted, and sneaked away with Yan Qicheng.

Xie Yun and the old lady were already waiting in the car. "Mom, grandma, you're tired tonight. The little steamed bun comes, and the mother hugs it. The little guy was playing with grandma's red book earrings and was playing hard, hanging grandma's neck and not letting Lin Xiaoshu hug her.

The old lady shook Lin Xiaoshu's hand, "Don't be tired, as long as you two come back to us, we will have the energy to do anything, we will be happy to do anything, only happy." Xiaoshu, this year, I have worked hard for you. ”

Xie Yun took over, "Xiaoshu, I'm sorry, we hid your Xiaocheng from what happened." At that time, my mother looked at Xiao Cheng, who was covered in injuries and unconscious, and was afraid that he would never wake up again.

I just thought that I could make you less sad for a while, you just gave birth to a little steamed bun, and I am afraid that you will be in a hurry. ”

Lin Xiaoshu shook her head again and again, indicating that everything had passed and they understood each other. Yan Qicheng hugged his little wife into his arms, with only two words, "Thank you!" In this warm atmosphere, Xiao Chen, who was driving in front, unconsciously hooked the corners of his mouth.

On the way, Lin Xiaoshu called the little steamed bun and shouted 'Grandma, great-grandma, Uncle Chen'. When the little steamed bun clearly pronounced these words, the three of them were surprised and delighted, and they almost took the little guy into their mouths and loved it.

"What about people, what about people? Didn't you say a long time ago that you were on the way back? Why can't I see anyone, I'll pick it up myself. Before the car drove into the gate, everyone in the car heard the old man's roar like a bell.

"Old man, you wait, I'll be back soon, I just called." Aunt Wu and Xiaohong grabbed the old man together and didn't let him go outside.

"Grandpa, we're back, don't worry." Yan Qicheng shouted inside, asking Xiao Chen to park the car at the gate, and let the people in the car get off here. As soon as the people in the car got out, the old man had already gone down to the courtyard with a cane.

"Grandpa, I'm home with Xiao Mantou." Lin Xiaoshu hugged the little steamed bun and saluted the old man.

"It's good to come back, it's good to come back." The old man was so excited that his beard curled up, and his eyes were filled with tears. He finally saw two whole people. "Don't stand, get inside."

As soon as the group entered the door, the old man stretched out his hand to his eldest great-grandson, who had been looking forward to it. "Little steamed buns, come to grandpa to hug them."

The little steamed bun stared at the old man's beard, and he didn't match it. Lin Xiaoshu shook her distracted son and faced her face, "Look at my mother's mouth shape, it's called Zeng, Ye, Ye, Mom has taught you before." Then he put the face of the little steamed bun at the old man.

"This is great-grandpa, he likes you, go to great-grandpa for a hug."

"Great-grandfather, hug," the little steamed bun jumped into the old man's arms happily, and grabbed the old man's beard with his little hand.

"Eh, great-great-great-grandson," the old man was so happy that the folds on his face crumpled. "Xiaoshu, the little steamed bun is so small that it will call people?"

"Yes, grandpa, his language skills developed early, he began to learn to shout names at four months, and he could spit out a single word." Lin Xiaoshu patted her son's hand. "Little steamed buns, let go, I'll scratch the pain for my great-grandfather later."

"It doesn't hurt, it doesn't hurt, let my great-great-grandson play, haha." The old man's heart blossomed, and he was worthy of being a descendant of his Yan family, much better than the great-grandsons of the old Zhang family and the old Lin family in the compound. Haha, he will hold the little steamed bun tomorrow to make them envious.

Lin Xiaoshu taught the little steamed bun to call Aunt Hong and Granny Wu again, and the two of them were so happy that they couldn't keep their mouths together, and looked at the old man with envy. The old man said proudly, "If you don't give it, no one wants to grab a little steamed bun from me." ”

"Grandpa, although the little steamed bun is only five months old, it also weighs seventeen pounds, and you will get tired after holding it for a long time." The 'things' that have been in Yan Qicheng's hands cannot accurately estimate the weight.

The old man ignored him and only cared about teasing the little steamed buns. Five adults circled around a child, and neither parent could get close to his son.

From time to time, the little steamed bun spat out a word or two or let out a 'giggle' laugh, he obviously enjoyed the feeling of the stars holding the moon, and had long forgotten to look at him from the outside.

When she was in Miaojiang, Lin Xiaoshu often ran around with small steamed buns on her back, and many people in the school and the village had hugged small steamed buns. The little steamed bun and the little milk baby have long been disowned.

"Qi Cheng, will the little steamed bun be deceived by others?" Before, Lin Xiaoshu thought that it was a good thing that children were not afraid of birth and were bold. But at this time, seeing that her son seemed to have completely forgotten his own parents, she couldn't help but start worrying.

"No, you taught the little steamed buns very well. Didn't you notice that only after the guidance of the two of us, the little steamed bun will be held. ”

"Yes," Lin Xiaoshu was skeptical, she always felt that her son had a tendency to be overexcited today.

It was not only the little steamed buns that were overexcited, but also the elders of the Yan family. Until midnight, no one would let go to sleep.

Yan Qicheng still said, "Staying up late is not good for the baby." Fang was reluctant to go back to the room, especially the old man's eyes, as if he blamed his grandson for robbing his great-grandson.

"Wife, I'm getting less and less status in this family." "Well, I can see it, come upstairs and learn to bathe the little steamed buns."

In the spacious bathroom, Lin Xiaoshu carefully wiped the little steamed bun, Yan Qicheng squatted next to him and looked at it carefully, and the little steamed bun yawned. The little guy changed into soft little pajamas and let him pee out, and the two adults entered the bathroom one after another to wash quickly.

"Wife, I have the same way as I mix milk at noon, why don't you drink the little steamed buns?" As soon as Yan Qicheng fed the pacifier into the mouth of the little steamed bun, the little steamed bun immediately spit it out. After repeating this several times, the little steamed bun directly tilted his little head to the side and ignored his father.

"He drinks me morning and night, and he can accept milk powder the rest of the time." Lin Xiaoshu hugged the little steamed bun and lifted her clothes. The little steamed bun automatically hugged his favorite grain bank and ate happily.

Yan Shanglou's eyes widened, "No wonder you didn't let me suck there in the afternoon, it turns out that you want to store food for the little steamed buns!" Wife, it's mine to be alone! ”

Lin Xiaoshu's cheeks were slightly red, and she scolded, "Be quiet, the little steamed bun is sleeping." The little steamed bun is our child, and I, as a mother, nurture him, shouldn't I? What are you yelling about, like a retarded person. ”

"But he's a man, too!" Mr. Yan's eyes darkened, and he realized that he couldn't accept that another person of the opposite sex touched his wife.

Lin Xiaoshu grabbed a pillow at hand and threw it at the man, "He's your son!" He was only five months old! Drink mother. Milk is safer and more nutritious than drinking any milk powder. ”

"I said I wanted a daughter, who would make him a son?" Yan Qicheng replied dissatisfied.

"What do you mean, do you dislike me and the little steamed buns?" "Don't dare, just ask you not to dislike me."

Under the compromise of the childish ghost father and the overwhelming victory of the authoritative mother, the little steamed bun was full of food and fell asleep happily.

As soon as Lin Xiaoshu put the little steamed bun into the crib next to the big bed, she was hugged by the man from behind. "Wife, you have to compensate me, only once during the day."

"Get up, don't sleep in the middle of the night, what's crazy." Lin Xiaoshu slapped the man's hand, she wanted to sleep for a long time.

The man was willing to let go, picked up the little woman, rolled onto the bed, and pulled the quilt over the two of them. He lifted up his little wife's clothes, bit down on her left side of the softness, and sucked it hard. Let the little woman push his head, he just won't let go.

The man saw it clearly, and the little steamed bun was obviously full after eating only the right side. That's not as good as cheapening him, he is also in line with the good quality of not wasting it.

"Yan Qicheng, you still want to be shameless, it's really ......" Miss Lin's round face turned red, and she didn't know how to scold her next.

"You are my wife, I am your father-in-law, I don't need a face in front of you." The man mumbled.

This book was first published in Reading Books