Fu Tingyuan's eyes were glowing with a faint dark light, and he pursed his lips, and he said "um".

Fu Tingyuan was jealous in his heart, and Yan Qingfeng was not unclear.

It can't be said that Fu Tingyuan is wrong, and of course it can't be said that Luo Nanchu did it right, in short, the matter between the two of them, let's wait for Luo Nanchu to solve it in person.

Now that the children have been born, no matter how big the problem is, it can be solved naturally.

In fact, he wasn't very worried in his heart that Luo Nanchu would not be able to handle it.

It's going to be fine in the future.

In the next few days, Luo Nanchu's ward was really lively for a while.

Yan Ruyu, who hadn't seen her for a long time, came back.

He brought Luo Nanchu's favorite dessert and bought a bouquet of lilies.

Qin Lie and Qin Su were also informed by Fu Tingyuan, telling them that Luo Nanchu was still alive and gave birth to a daughter.

Luo Nanchu couldn't get up, Fu Tingyuan received guests these days, Luo Nanchu's body was too weak and the milk was insufficient, so the work of feeding milk powder regularly every day fell into Fu Tingyuan's hands.

Thinking about it for a week, it turned from a wrinkled little monkey to a beautiful little baby with fair skin and milky fragrance, and half a month later, it overwhelmed the little baby in the entire nursery.

Hua Rong likes to die, and comes to see her every day.

Feng Jin complained a little about this.

- Her own child has not had a mouthful of milk since she was a child, but other people's daughters are like her own children, which one is her biological child?

Although Feng Sheng and Feng Ge were not born by him, after all, he raised them single-handedly, and Feng Jin was inevitably a little jealous.

Fu Tingyuan finished feeding his daughter and handed it over to Hua Rong.

Hua Rong held it in her arms like a baby, looking at the pink and delicate little face like glutinous rice dumplings.

Mom and Dad's genes are good, think about the national color and fragrance that came out of birth as soon as you are born, and you can fully imagine how much you should be like flowers when you grow up.

Feng Jin rubbed his hands on the side and said, "You like it so much, let's go home and give birth to one." ”

Hua Rong glanced at him, hugged his goddaughter and snorted: "You can't give me such a beautiful daughter." ”

"How do you know if you don't try?" He thinks he's not that bad.

Hua Rong's eyes glanced at his face for a moment, "No." What if the child is as stupid as you in the future? ”

There are already two naughty little bastards at home, and if you have another one, you can tear down the house, right?

Luo Nanchu was lying on the bed, flipping through the parenting book over there.

She is very idle now, except for the need to get out of bed when necessary, and the rest of the time she needs to lie in bed.

Fu Tingyuan walked over and sat on the edge of her bed, turned down the light of the lamp beside her, Luo Nanchu raised his head to look at him, put the booklet in his hand aside, and stretched out his hand to him: "Hug it." ”

Fu Tingyuan looked at her coldly: "No." ”

Luo Nanchu reached out and wrapped his arm around him, muttering, "Stingy." ”

She rested her head on his shoulder.

Fu Tingyuan stretched out his hand and pulled the quilt near her chest, so as not to catch a cold.

Luo Nanchu lowered his eyes, grabbed his hand at his side, and played with it with both hands.

Fu Tingyuan's fingers are slender and powerful, and they can wrap her palms entirely, and they are a pair of pampered and very manly hands.

I haven't seen each other for a long time, and Luo Nanchu has a lot of things to say to him, but Fu Tingyuan is a little lukewarm to her.