Mother Song hurriedly hugged the boss over and put it on Tang Xiaoxiao's side.

"During the confinement, when breastfeeding, I feed on the side, and it is easy to fall into the problem of hand pain when I hold the feeding."

"Hmm." She nodded as she unbuttoned her clothes.

Song's mother was waiting for her to breastfeed, and Song Jingzhi went to take care of the little girl.

The little girl had woken up, and he looked at her milky appearance, and took her out of the crib, laughing and teasing.

"Mother, it hurts~it hurts~" Over there, Tang Xiaoxiao was sucked into a cold sweat by her son because her milk had not yet passed.

"It's not going to work yet." Mother Song hurriedly went to fetch a basin of hot water and gave her a hot compress.

The little guy who didn't drink milk cried wow, and Tang Xiaoxiao looked even more anxious.

Song Jingzhi heard the movement and hugged his daughter and came to the hospital bed.

"What's going on?"

As soon as he came out, he saw his daughter-in-law shirtless, with a hot towel wrapped around her chest, his Adam's apple rolling, and his eyes looking away.

Since he learned that Tang Xiaoxiao was pregnant, he has been abstinent, and now looking at his little daughter-in-law's snow-white skin and tearful appearance, his heart is a little throbbing.

After the hot compress, Mother Song hugged the coaxed boss in front of her again.

After a period of tossing, it still didn't work, and Song's mother set her eyes on her son.

"Here you go." After that, I had to carry the two children and leave.

"Mother, mother, don't." Song Jingzhi pulled his mother and didn't let her go.

"What's the matter, do you want your daughter-in-law to be so swollen?" Song's mother ignored him and left with the child in her arms.

"Mother~" Tang Xiaoxiao also looked at Song Mu's back a little embarrassed.

"Girl, it's okay." For her daughter-in-law, Mother Song still coaxed her with a good voice.

Knowing that she couldn't hide, she glanced at Song Jing, who was standing in front of her at a loss, and sat up.

"There's no other way."

"Hmm." He nodded and leaned in.

"Hiss~"

He looked up at his little daughter-in-law, "Did it hurt you?" ”

"No, no." Rao is husband and wife, she is still embarrassed, and her little face is red.

Song Jingzhi saw that she was indeed fine, so he continued.

"It's all through." After a long time, he got up and kissed his little daughter-in-law on the face, before going to Song's mother to pick up the child.

Mother Song hugged the two children over to breastfeed, looking at the well-drunk children in her arms, Tang Xiaoxiao showed a satisfied smile.

"You, it's easy to be satisfied, looking at the child at this time, have you forgotten the pain of blocking the milk just now." Mother Song looked at her daughter-in-law's expression and laughed.

"Mother, don't laugh at me."

"You can't get used to it just because you love your children, and you have to be strict when you should be strict." Mother Song said.

"Mother, I know." She smiled and nodded.

The two children were fed, and Song's mother took them away, and Song Jingzhi came to take care of them.

She'd been asleep for a long time, and she didn't feel sleepy at all.

Song Jingzhi helped her sit down, leaned on the head of the bed, took her in his arms, and played with her little hands.

"Did you take the children's names?" She asked.

"I was in a hurry just now, and I really didn't have time to think about it." He said.

"You have to choose a nickname first, it's always easy to distinguish." She looked up at him.

"Don't look at me like that, it's easy to get into trouble." He reached out and pinched her little nose.

"Either the eldest is called brother, and the younger one is called sister." He said casually.

"Song Jingzhi, can you be a little more perfunctory?" She glared back at him, "Besides, brother is my exclusive name for you." ”

She turned around and tapped her fingers on his chest a few times, and he grabbed the messy little hand.

"Don't tease me."

"Hey, hey." She withdrew her hand from his large hand.

"Let's call it Pingping and An'an, may our children grow up safely, okay?" He looked at his little daughter-in-law.

"Well, peace and sound, I like it." She nodded.

"As for the Daimyo, you tell me to think about it when I go back." Song Jingzhi said with a smile, at this moment, let him take two big names, he really can't think of it.

"Okay."

The next day, under the reminder of Song's mother, Song Jingzhi went to the post office to call Tang's father's office and told him the good news that Tang Xiaoxiao gave birth to a dragon and phoenix fetus.

Tang Xiaoxiao stayed in the hospital for three days, and when he was discharged, Song Jingzhi borrowed a car to pick him up.

Although it was spring now, Mother Song still wrapped her tightly, revealing only a pair of big sparkling eyes.

While waiting for Song Jingzhi, she tossed a few times, wanting to show her mouth.

"Mother, I'm going to be out of breath."

"How thick can a silk scarf be, endure it." Don't look at the usual Song mother is used to her, she is very principled at this time.

Tang Xiaoxiao looked at her mother-in-law pitifully, but her mother-in-law had already figured out her temperament, but she didn't look at her.

She looked at her shoes helplessly, and she was wearing thick cotton socks inside the cotton shoes, and her feet were a little sweaty, but her mother-in-law said that 'the cold is born from the soles of her feet', and thick cotton socks must be worn.

The hat on her head was made by her mother-in-law, and she made several of them, just for her to change them during the confinement.

Father Song watched the interaction between his mother-in-law and daughter-in-law from the sidelines and laughed.

After Song Jingzhi came, the family of six returned to the family home in a hurry.

"Fortunately, it's spring, and neither the moon mother nor the child will be offended." When Tang Xiaoxiao was placed on the bed, Song Mu said.

"Mother, I'm sticky." She looked at her mother-in-law pitifully, sweating a lot when she gave birth.

In the past few days, Mother Song was afraid that she would catch a cold, so she only let her wipe it casually.

"I'll talk about it when the lochia is gone." Mother Song glared at her.

I picked up the comb on the dresser again and tied her a braid, which was more refreshing and less uncomfortable.

"Thank you, mother." Tang Xiaoxiao showed a sweet smile to Song Mu.

"You." Mother Song smiled and pointed to her forehead.

Father Song asked at the door at this time, "Where is the crib?" ”

At this time, the children were asleep, lying next to Tang Xiaoxiao.

"Just put it in our house, we'll take it at night, and put Xiaoxiao on their bed during the day." Mother Song said to the door.

"Feed them a little before bedtime, and if you wake up, I will feed them milk powder, and try not to develop the habit of feeding night milk, so that you can rest well at night."

Song's mother was mainly worried that when she and Song's father went back, Song Jingzhi was on duty, and Tang Xiaoxiao was too tired to take care of the two children by herself.

"Okay." She nodded.

"I don't know if it's going to be so long in advance, I haven't had time to make sweet wine, when you rest for a while, I'll do some, and I still have to drink more sweet wine to make eggs during the month, so that the lochia will go clean."

Mother Song chattered, Tang Xiaoxiao looked at her, and her heart was sweet.

"A mother's child is like a treasure." She laughs.

"This little mouth, it's so sweet." Mother Song pinched her little face.