Xiang Xiuhan didn't think it, he just felt that this baby must be looking at him, and ......

"Is this my bean sprout with my heart?"

Thinking of this possibility, Xiang Xiuhan's body was even tighter, and his hands still didn't dare to exert force, but it hurt the baby.

He looked down at the baby, only to see that the baby was smiling more happily, and he couldn't help laughing when he saw it.

Xiang Xiuting looked at him with a fatherly and kind smile, "No." ”

Xiang Xiuhan's smiling face suddenly froze.

Xiang Xiuting: "She can't call it, there is a letter in the quilt." ”

Xiang Xiuhan thought about the letter that he had waited for a while, but he didn't wait for it, and immediately felt happy and excited, but he didn't dare to move, "Brother, take the child." ”

Xiang Xiuting saw that he was really clubbing like a pillar, which was a little funny.

However, he is not very skilled in holding a baby, especially in this way, and he has zero experience.

I haven't hugged my baby.

Xiang Xiuting hugged the baby nervously.

The baby seemed to understand very well, and the round fleshy face suddenly wrinkled, and his mouth pouted, as if he was about to cry.

But as soon as Xiang Xiuhan's hand was stretched out, the fleshy face and pouting mouth suddenly changed, and he grinned.

Xiang Xiuting: "......"

The baby who is only a month old, is it so ghostly?

Xiang Xiuhan took out a letter from the quilt, this time without any signature.

He opened it in a hurry, and after reading it in a hurry, he was even more silent.

Xiang Xiuting felt that he was also holding a bomb, "Second brother, have you finished reading it?" ”

Xiang Xiuhan lowered his eyes, "Hmm." ”

"Then ......" Xiang Xiuting looked at the little point who was brewing about a storm, and asked, "Child, do you still want it?" ”

"Yes, this is my child with my heart, and she gave me a birthday present."

A gift for his thirtieth birthday.

She hadn't forgotten that it was his birthday, nor had she forgotten the letter she had ever given him.

Today's gift is a little bigger.

However, it is the most precious thing in his life.

Xiang Xiuting heard his choked voice, and when he raised his eyes, a teardrop fell quickly, and he thought it was an illusion.

Xiang Xiuhan took a deep breath, and then reached out to hug the baby again, "Mother Yang." ”

Mother Yang was supposed to sleep, but suddenly there was more baby crying at home, and she was already waiting downstairs.

At this time, she shouted to Xiu Han, and she hurried up.

As soon as she came up, she saw Xiang Xiuhan holding the baby, which startled her, "Ancestor, the baby is not held like this, the head has to be dragged ......"

Mother Yang hurriedly corrected Xiang Xiuhan's posture of holding the milk doll.

Xiang Xiuhan was corrected, and his face turned red and white.

The red thing is that he can't even hold a child.

The white thing is that because he can't hold it, if he doesn't have a heart and hurts the baby, he will have the heart to die.

Xiang Xiuhan was brought up by Yang's mother, and Yang's mother herself has children and grandchildren, and she is the most experienced in bringing babies.

Now that the milk doll is not crying, there are some things that are needed.

Xu came all the way, and the milk doll cried a lot, so she was hugged by Xiang Xiuhan and fell asleep soon.

Xiang Xiuhan tried to put the milk doll on the bed to sleep, but as soon as the quilt was next to the sheets, the milk doll wrinkled its face, and when she put it down a little more, she cried.

Xiang Xiuhan looked at it and gave up, "I'll sleep with it, I'll cry just next to the sheets, and I can't cry anymore." ”

Xiang Xiuting: "......"

I just tried to put it, only once.