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In Wancheng's circle, Huo Xiumo has the most sons, and there is only one son in other families, and he has three sons who are like dumplings.

This sense of superiority is indescribable.

His eyes tightened, his thin lips pressed against the side of her neck and kissed all the way, the soft touch on his fair skin was beautiful, and his big hands reached in with the edge of the white bathrobe.

Jiang Yansheng sat on his lap, his body stiffened, through the fabric of the bathrobe, his white hand pressed him, and his eyebrows were still twisted with a faint emotion: "I have just come out of the first day of confinement, what do you want to do Huo Xiumo?" ”

Huo Xiumo wanted to do a lot of things, but he also knew that he had to restrain his desires at this time.

His thin lips kissed her cheek with a hot temperature, so hot that she shrank slightly, and his voice overflowed in a low and suppressed voice: "I know, I will wait for your body to recover." ”

At that time, it would be impossible for him to be so abstinent without complaint.

Jiang Yansheng knew that he couldn't refuse this kind of intimacy between husband and wife, in fact, he didn't resist making out with him much, but in the end, he didn't have the heart to kiss him now.

"Don't touch me." She looked at the man's dark eyes, pursed her lips and said, "It's a little up. Milk. ”

It's been too fierce to make up for it this month.

Jiang Yansheng fed the two children, and sometimes he felt uncomfortable, and it was not very serious, but he couldn't stand Huo Xiumo's big hand rubbing, so he didn't want to sit in his arms.

"If you want to write an invitation, write it yourself." She didn't bother to bother with his childish behavior.

Not to mention raising all the rivals in love, even if you get the entire Wancheng men up.

She doesn't care.

……

Early the next morning, Jiang Yansheng was woken up by the sound of the child's crying, and the third child pursed his little mouth tightly, refused to drink milk powder, and waved his little arms to find his mother.

The confinement lady really had no choice, so she had to take the child and knock on the master bedroom next door.

It was Huo Xiumo who opened the door, his tall figure only wearing a dark black nightgown, frowning, and his deep eyes swept over the crying child.

The confinement sister-in-law said helplessly: "I've been crying, I'm hungry and want my mother." ”

Huo Xiumo stared for a few seconds before he stretched out his long arm to take the baby over, his eyes were still looking at the child's wrinkled face, and he was crying so much that even his snot came out.

At this time, he can understand very well why the eldest son thinks these two little ones are ugly.

The child cried, and the trouble was really chesty.

Huo Xiumo had no choice but to turn around and carry him into the room, at this moment, the woman lying on the bed had already gotten up, sorted out her pajamas, and looked at her eyes lightly: "Which one is crying?" ”

"The third." Huo Xiumo carefully hugged the child into her arms, pursed his thin lips and said, "How many times have you seen the second child cry?" ”

As soon as the little one lay down in his mother's arms, he threw himself into the soft and familiar chest with a roar, as if he would starve him a minute late.

Jiang Yansheng tore open his neckline, revealing a large piece of snow-white skin, bowed his head slightly, and hugged the child.

"Hasn't he eaten?" Huo Xiumo saw that his son was drinking fiercely, and stretched out his long finger to pinch the fleshy little face.

Jiang Yansheng slapped the back of his hand and said, "I haven't eaten." ”

The little guy doesn't care if he is sarcastic by his father, and then he will solve the ration problem first.

He prefers his mother to feed him more than his brother.

When Jiang Yansheng finally fed the child, he just handed it over to Huo Xiumo, and urinated on the man's bathrobe.

“……”

“……”

The third child of the Huo family, who was full of food and drink, squinted his little eyes, Mei Zizi looked at the complicated expression on his father's handsome face, and kicked two fleshy little short legs, not knowing that he was in trouble at all.

Huo Xiumo looked at his own child, no matter how angry he was, he could only endure it, and said to Jiang Yansheng: "The one you gave birth to is stupid and bad. ”

"If you have the ability, you can give it to someone to raise." Jiang Yansheng tidied up his chest clothes and went back with a fluttering choking sound.

Although disgust is disgust, how could Huo Xiumo give his son to others to raise.

He worked hard to change the pants of the third child, put on a diaper, and tossed it down, it was already half an hour later, Jiang Yansheng came out of the bathroom and changed into a crimson dress.

She walked to the edge of the bed and looked down at her son, who was already fragrant, "Good morning, little baby." ”

The third child was lying in the quilt, babbling with a small mouth.

"Do you call Mom?"

The baby's eyes narrowed into a slit, waving her little hands very excitedly.

Although he knew that he was still young, only a month old, and he might not know himself very well, Jiang Yansheng was still amused by the enthusiasm of the little guy.

She coaxed for a while, waiting for Huo Xiumo to wash up and come out.

The second child next door also woke up, but he never made a fuss to find his mother, as long as someone around him was watching him, he would be very quiet and sensible.

So in comparison, the third child is more attention-grabbing, and the crying child has candy to eat.

Xiao Moshen got up and went straight to the master bedroom, even wearing his shoes backwards, and sat Jiang Yansheng gently on the edge of the bed to play with his younger brother, his little jealousy was about to overflow, he snorted twice, and ran over with a fleshy face.

"Mom."

He deliberately shouted super loudly, and the child's voice was crisp, to frighten his younger brother.

Jiang Yansheng turned around, saw that his small clothes and shoes were not properly worn, and beckoned: "Come here." ”

Xiao Moshen obediently ran over and rushed to her along the head, "Mom, good morning." ”

Jiang Yansheng kissed him on the cheek and chuckled: "Well, good morning." ”

She rearranged the child's clothes and explained softly: "Don't worry when you get up in the future, you see that your little shoes are worn backwards." ”

Xiao Moshen didn't listen, he threw himself into his mother's Xiangxiang's arms, feeling a little similar to the smell on his younger brother's body, with a very light milk fragrance, which smelled very good.

He squinted with a pair of dark eyes, and took the initiative to say, "Mom, the younger brother next door is also awake." ”

Jiang Yansheng nodded: "Then mom went over to see my brother, you sit and watch, be good." ”

"Okay." Xiao Moshen was carried to the edge of the bed and sat down.

He watched his mother walk out, and then looked back at his brother who was lying on the bed silly.

After raising it for a month, the little guy is no longer ugly, and his skin has become fairer, white and tender, very delicate and cute.

Even so, Xiao Moshen will not admit it.

His big eyes swirled and he stared at his younger brother, only to be caught off guard by the short fleshy arm.

The third child babbled and yelled at the eldest brother, making a lot of noise.

Xiao Moshen was beaten and became angry at the moment.

He slapped the ugly brother with his backhand.

Snap, and listen crisply.

The third child was stunned, his small mouth opened slightly, and he stared at his brother who said that he would fight back.

At this time, Xiao Moshen had just finished beating his younger brother, and as soon as he turned his head, he saw Daddy coming out of the bathroom, a slender and tall figure standing at the door, with a slightly heavy expression on his handsome and clean face, staring at his behavior.

“……”

…… was caught, Xiao Moshen's mouth was deflated, so aggrieved.

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