This howl, it's terrible, the little guy's face is red, and the nanny holding the little guy is new yesterday, and she has never seen this battle before, and for a while, she is a little at a loss, even if she keeps coaxing, it is useless.

Wang Yixin, on the other side, heard her daughter's cry, quickly got up and walked in the direction of her daughter, but before she could get closer, the baby girl's crying stopped abruptly.

Everyone only saw Zhou Xiaoyan holding the baby girl's hand, gently coaxing, "Don't cry, don't cry, An An won't cry, when you are older in the future, I will take you out to play, buy you a lot of fun toys, and take you to eat a lot of delicious things......"

The boy's crisp voice was gentle, and his expression as he coaxed the girl revealed an indescribable patience.

It was also the first time for Gu Manrou to see her son, and she could show such a look, so patiently coaxing a little baby.

And the old man on the side, seeing this scene, praised him, "It's a good child." ”

An An didn't cry anymore at this time, with her wet eyes and a few little fingers, she kept pulling Zhou Xiaoyan's fingers tightly, as if this was a very fun toy, and she wanted to hold it firmly.

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A few days later, Wang Yixin's discharge from the hospital and temporary residence in Jun's house was also learned by those news media, so the media began to report on it, and some people were speculating about what happened, whether Wang Yixin's body is really recovering, and so on.

However, for these gossips, Wang Yixin only watched them on the Internet at most, and then laughed them off.

As her body recovered, she was able to hold her children, often taking turns holding both children. Of course, there is no way to hold it for a long time, but Jun is arrogant, and he can hold one in one hand, and that strength makes Wang Yi envious.

However, the two small ones are not very appreciative of their faces, so that Jun Aosheng can hug them.

Usually Wang Yi holds in his heart, the two small ones are usually quiet, breastfeeding, bathing, looking like a good baby, occasionally grinning, smiling at his mommy very face-saving, very cute.

But instead of a proud hug, there is usually only one - howl.

Jun Shuxuan howled better, except for a louder voice, the whole person was still full of vitality, but if Jun Shuxuan howled, the whole person would be red, and he looked completely out of breath, so when the two children howled together, Wang Yi had no choice but to hold his daughter first to calm down.

As for his son, he naturally stayed in Jun Aosheng's arms and continued to howl.

Over time, Xuan Baobao seems to have discovered that his howl can't make Mommy hug him more, so he can only retreat to find fun in his own daddy's place.

When Xuan Baobao's arms could begin to stretch and his hands could take the initiative to grasp things, his little hands began to mercilessly pull his father's hair and grab the jade-like cheeks, and did not forget to put his father's fingers in his mouth to gnaw.

So, every time after holding Xuan Baobao, Jun Aosheng was always in a mess, leaving countless small nail marks on his face, and then a big lump of his son's saliva on his fingers.

If media reporters take photos of him like this and publish it, I'm afraid it will cause a lot of talk again.

"Xiao Xuan seems to like you more and more. Wang Yi said in his heart, expressing his happiness for their father and son.

Do you like it? Jun Aosheng rubbed the corners of his forehead, he didn't object to his son liking him, but the question was, did his son really like this kind of behavior? Why did he feel like ...... What about venting?!

However, he is not opposed to interacting with his son a lot, but his son is really a little too energetic.

Jun Aosheng hugged his son and walked to his daughter's bedside, and saw that his daughter was already asleep at this time, so he bent down and kissed his daughter's tender little face.

As a result, Xuan Baobao saw it, stopped doing it, and babbled and planned to pull his throat and howl.

Seeing this, Jun Aosheng thought about it and kissed his son's cheek, but the people didn't ask him to kiss him at all, but waved his hands at his sister.

Wang Yixin said, "Does Xuan Xuan also want to kiss his sister?"

The little one stopped howling, and continued to wave his hands, as if he could really understand the words.

So Wang Yixin took his son from Jun Aosheng's hands and hugged his son to his daughter's bed.

Xuan Baobao quieted down, didn't make any noise, waved his little hand, grabbed the small quilt covered by An Baobao, and then kissed An Baobao's face, and by the way, he smeared half of his sister's face with saliva, and then closed his eyes contentedly beside An Baobao, planning to sleep.

Fortunately, An Baobao slept soundly and was not awakened, but Jun was arrogant, because his son obviously did not want to see his relatives, and he blushed.

"This kid!" Jun Aosheng's cheeks flushed slightly, and he couldn't help but whisper.

Wang Yixin couldn't help but smile, "Okay, maybe in a few days, Xiao Xuan will like your kiss." "Speaking of which, I am afraid that there is only Xuan Baobao who openly does not dump the king and kisses arrogantly.

If Comrade Jun Aosheng shouted outside, if anyone wanted to kiss, I was afraid that a group of women would come up.

Covered the cup for his son, Wang Yixin smiled while hugging Jun Aosheng's neck, standing on tiptoe, and took the initiative to kiss him on the cheek, "Okay, my son doesn't like it, but I like it very much." ”

The flush on his face seemed to have become a little deeper, "Xinxin ......"

The low voice revealed an indescribable lingering taste, and his dark phoenix eyes were staring straight at him at the moment, with slightly messy hair lining the red cheeks, with a deep seduction.

And she is undoubtedly the one who was seduced.

As if needless to say, and both of them understood what it meant, she silently put her arms around his neck, and he gently picked her up and walked towards their bedroom.

The night is slowly passing.

He stripped each other of their clothes and put her on the bed, her belly still had a caesarean section scar, even if the best doctor was called, even if her scar was well handled, but on the white skin, it still looked so obvious.

Although, these days, when he helped her bathe and change her clothes, he had seen the scar on her stomach many times, but every time he saw it, it still made him palpitate.