"Wife, you open. Why don't you take me with you? Wife, open the door. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 info"Mom, on. The two of them shouted outside the door for a long time, and the people inside ignored them, and they also attracted the curious prying eyes of the guests on the same floor.

Yan Qicheng was about to use some skills to open the door, when the little steamed bun whispered, "Dad, hungry." "Well, my son is hungry, so he should solve the problem of food and clothing for his son first.

Colonel Yan rushed downstairs as fast as he could, got the box, and casually opened a room in the room next to the little woman. He first sat down in the middle of the bed with the small steamed buns, then opened the box, took out the milk powder bucket and bottle inside, and carefully studied the instructions on the bucket.

"Daddy, hungry!" The little steamed bun was so hungry that he got angry, crawled to the edge of the bed, and glared at the stupid father. "Little steamed buns, you can't go to the side, it will hurt if you fall," Yan Qicheng hurriedly ran to the side of the bed and put his son back, "Little steamed buns, wait, dad will soak them right away." ”

When he is a son, he will speak a few more words, and he will be an adult. The fact is that five-month-old babies just come with their own hearts, and they will obey what adults say everywhere. What's more, in most cases, babies can't understand it.

When Yan Qicheng rushed back to put milk powder and poured boiling water into the bottle, the little steamed bun shouted again, "Eat!" "Son, wait, it's still a little hot." Yan Qicheng stepped up to flush the bottle with cold water, and the little steamed bun saw that his food was about to be taken away, and he was in a hurry.

Quickly crawled to the edge of the bed, "poof", fell under the bed, and cried "wow". "Little steamed bun, don't cry, don't cry, dad blow it," Yan Qicheng's heart shrank in fright, and he ran over to pick up his son to comfort him, check if he was bruised, and blamed himself.

He, the father, took care of his son for the first time, and he threw his son down. Fortunately, there is a thick cashmere carpet on the floor of the hotel, and the beds are relatively low, so the little steamed bun is not a big problem except for being frightened by the moment he planted the bed.

The little steamed bun was hungry and angry, and he didn't listen to his father's coaxing at all, just crying vigorously. "It's Dad who is not good, our little steamed buns don't cry, eat, we'll eat now."

Yan Qicheng learned from the scenes he had seen of adults coaxing children, and quickly lowered the temperature of the bottle and fed it to the mouth of the little steamed bun. He didn't dare to let the little steamed bun sit on his own anymore, he was scared enough. Such a soft and small lump, where he bumped into it, the whole family had to find him desperately.

The little steamed bun held the pacifier in his mouth and continued to cry for a while, before he gradually quieted down and took a big bite of the bottle. Suddenly, Yan Qicheng noticed that on his thighs, there was a burst of warmth, a burst of wetness, and a peculiar smell rushed straight to the pen.

Colonel Yan already had a bad premonition, and when he lifted his son's little fart, he saw that there was feces and urine on his son and his pants. Colonel Yan's handsome face instantly turned blue and red, red and black. And the little steamed bun hugged his bottle, "giggling" and laughing happily.

Yan Qicheng showed an expression that was more ugly than crying, and he was a little suspicious that the little thing was deliberate. But even if it is deliberate, what can he do, accept his fate to get warm water and wash his son's fart. Shares, change of pants.

When he changed his clothes, he was in trouble again, the clothes and pants were so small, and his son's small arms and legs were so fragile, how should he put them on for his son? This job seems to be much more difficult than his assembling precision instruments.

The little steamed bun was lying on the bed, and when he saw his father rummaging through his clothes and pants there, he didn't put them on for half a day, and he was tired of looking at it. After eating and drinking and falling asleep, the little steamed bun yawned, blinked his eyes a few times, and in less than a minute, he snored slightly.

Yan Qicheng came back to his senses, and the little steamed bun was already asleep. He didn't dare to disturb his son's sleep, put his small clothes aside, pulled the quilt, covered the small steamed buns tightly, and then adjusted the indoor temperature to a suitable one.

Looking at his son's quiet sleeping face and red little nose, Yan Qicheng was a little distressed and a little sweet, hooked the corners of his mouth, and kissed the little guy lightly on the forehead, his eyes were red. It's not easy to take care of a little baby, and his little woman not only gave birth to her son alone, but also raised her so well.

And he has only been taking care of it for less than an hour, and he is already in a hurry. I really don't know how she came over this year.

The mobile phone rang, and Yan Qicheng hurriedly dodged to the balcony to pick it up. "Hey, Boss, come back soon. Yan'er and their company are going to hold a show tonight, and I saw that in the list of chief designers who appeared, there was the name of the sister-in-law, and the sister-in-law should have returned to City B. ”

Song Yuannian said in a hurry, he was standing in Shen Yan's office, holding a list that was still hot and freshly baked from the printer. He also learned the news that the boss had been discharged from the hospital two hours ago.

Why did the boss sneak out of the hospital, and where he would go, no one could guess, so no one went to chase it back, and it couldn't be stopped. However, as soon as the boss left on the front foot, the sister-in-law came back on her own, and she happened to miss it, and Song Yuannian had the urge to hit the wall.

Show, that's all the little wife is doing tonight, right? "Where's the show?"

"The hall on the third floor of the God's City Hotel, and then there is a celebration party. Hey, it's useless to tell you this now. Where is the train? Get off at a nearby station, and I'll arrange for someone to pick you up there right away. ”

Song Yuannian couldn't help but secretly complain that his Yan'er's secrecy work was also too good. If he hadn't seen this list by chance, he wouldn't have known that his sister-in-law was back. It's not a waste of time to chase back the boss now.

Yan Qicheng's eyes flashed, and he said lightly, "I met your sister-in-law at the train station, and I am now in the Huangcheng Hotel, room 8506, you can come over immediately." "Xiao Nian is a super dad and a houseman, so let him come over to help take care of the little steamed buns, just right.

"Gah? Boss, if you don't say it earlier, I'm here alone in a hurry. "Stop talking nonsense, come here," someone helped watch the little steamed buns, so that Mr. Yan had time to pester Miss Lin.

Is he good for him, but he actually dislikes him for talking too much? Song Yuannian looked at the phone that had been hung up, and had the urge to hit someone. Of course, he's just YY. Simply today, his daughter was occupied by her mother, and Yan'er didn't have time to pay attention to him, so he reluctantly went over there to take a look, and his location was only a few minutes' drive from the God's City Hotel.

Song Yuannian comforted himself before picking up the car keys and setting off. He came to 8506, rang the doorbell, and after a while, the door was opened. The upper body is naked, and the lower body is only surrounded by a bath towel.

"Boss, are you busy? Then I'll come back later. Song Yuannian's white Zhengtai's face was a little pink at the right time, and there was ill-intentioned ridicule in his eyes. The boss is really, he wants to do something with his sister-in-law, why do you call him this light bulb.

"Be quiet, my son is sleeping." Yan Qicheng dragged people in, didn't explain, and went into the bathroom to change into the clothes bought by the waiter.

Song Yuannian stood in the room, his eyes not knowing where to put them. I looked at it like a thief, but I didn't have a sister-in-law at all, but I smelled a familiar smell from the clothes and pants on the coffee table.

Well, it's he who thinks too much. When I looked closely, there was indeed a small person on the bed. The eldest and sister-in-law's baby, he likes it. Song Yuannian threw himself at the head of the bed and seriously admired the small steamed buns. "Boss, babies can't sleep naked, it's easy to catch a cold, and it's not good for the skin."

Yan Qicheng frowned, "Yes, I know too little about these, and I will improve them in the future." Then you put on the little steamed bun, help me watch him, and I'll go out for a while. ”

Without waiting for Song Yuannian to respond, Uncle Yan had already disappeared from the bathroom door to the edge of the balcony. Song's eyes rolled a few times, thinking that he had probably guessed what was going on. Tut-tut, this pair of parents, if they are not so anxious, they just take care of their own comfort.

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