Early the next morning, Fu Tingyuan walked down from the upstairs alone.

Xiao Xiangxiang had just woken up, and was taken down from upstairs by the maid and fed milk powder in his arms.

Fu Tingyuan walked over, took the child over, held the child with one hand, and carefully breastfed his daughter with the other.

The fragrant little guy, after drinking the milk, happily burped, and looked at Fu Tingyuan's "babbling" smile.

Fu Tingyuan lowered his eyes and looked at his daughter, and a gentle light appeared in his eyes, making his elegant and handsome silhouette even more charming.

The maid was stunned for a while, and she didn't come back to her senses until Fu Tingyuan stuffed the bottle back into her hand - Fu Tingyuan had changed a lot, the prohibitive indifference and loneliness in his body had melted, and even the whole person looked much warmer.

A man who is a father is really different.

Fu Tingyuan finished feeding Xiang Xiang, and then hugged his daughter to bask in the sun with her for a while, and when Xiang Xiang fell asleep, he gently handed her to the maid and said softly: "Put it back in the cradle." ”

The maid nodded, and carefully held Xiao Xiang in the cradle.

Fu Tingyuan is not a shopkeeper, and he doesn't care about his daughter because there are many people in the family who can take care of the children, as long as he has free time every day, he will find time to play with his daughter for a while.

Thinking about it, she didn't know him well at first, but soon she understood that this tall and handsome adult actually loved her very much, and every time she was fed by Fu Tingyuan, she would lie in his arms and "babble" and talk to him very obediently.

This father and daughter are actually very enviable.

Especially for a person of Fu Tingyuan's status, it is very commendable to personally feed his child and change diapers and coax her to sleep.

And for Fu Tingyuan, thinking about the treasure that Luo Nanchu exchanged for his life, how could he not love it.

The cook had already prepared breakfast, came out of the kitchen and asked, "Fu Shao, when are you going to eat?" What about Miss Luo, do you want to prepare it for Miss Luo? ”

"She's not awake yet." Fu Tingyuan lowered his eyes and thought for a while, "Don't do her share yet, I'll send it later." “

Fu Tingyuan went into the restaurant and had breakfast.

Tongcheng's climate is wetter than London's, and even in the hot summer, it doesn't feel very hot.

The sun shines brightly in the garden, and the crisp sound of birdsong comes in from the window, and the floor-to-ceiling window looks out of the garden and is full of greenery.

Such an early morning made Fu Tingyuan feel relaxed that he had never felt before.

He finished his breakfast, then took the breakfast prepared for Luo Nanchu from the cook's hand, and immediately went upstairs.

Luo Nan was too tired at the beginning, and sure enough, he was still sleeping.

Fu Tingyuan walked in and put the dinner plate on the coffee table, and then went to tell Luo Nanchu to get up.

She didn't sleep very well.

When he was there, he could still obediently huddle in his arms and sleep, and he had only left for a while, and the quilt had been completely swept away by her, and the whole person was wrapped in a cocoon, as if he was very insecure in it.

He patted her face: "Luo Nanchu, it's time to get up." ”

She shrank into the quilt unhappily, and Fu Tingyuan lifted the quilt, "It's almost nine o'clock, I woke up when I thought about it, how can you be so damn and sleep." ”

Luo Nanchu reluctantly opened her eyes and looked at the man standing by the bed with her quilt looking energetic. Obviously, she was tossing him last night, why was it as if he was moisturized, and she was the one who was squeezed dry?