"Dad said he doesn't love me..."
Not to mention how wronged she is, like a little lover abandoned by her father.
Yan Nian snorted, "Ignore him, mom loves you, come and hug her!"
Unexpectedly, Jiang Qingchi, who was crying, turned away and refused Yan Nian's hug with practical actions.
Yan Nian was so angry that he wanted to vomit blood, but who gave birth to him in ten months of pregnancy
"He doesn't even love you, and you still ask him to hug you. Are you a masochist?"
"As long as I love dad..."
Yan Nian: "..."
It's really strange.
Ever since his son could speak, he had been in love with Jiang Beiyuan.
The first words the son said was also "dad", not mom.
Yan Nian still vividly remembers that day.
She was sitting cross-legged on the ground playing blocks with her son when there was movement in the entrance hall.
It was Jiang Beiyuan who had returned from the Central Hospital. He was wearing a dark gray cashmere jacket and had a straight figure. The light and shadow of the setting sun fell on him like legs.
Jiang Qingchi looked straight at Jiang Beiyuan and grinned.
Yan Nian also smiled, "Dachi, do you think who is back?"
"Dad, daddy!"
The moment the little guy spoke, Yan Nian was stunned for a moment, and then he was ecstatic.
"Jiang Beiyuan! Did you hear that? My son called you! The first sentence was to call you!"
"Just call me mom."
Jiangbeiyuan said.
His voice was as gentle and low as ever, but his brows and eyes were covered with a soft and warm color.
He glanced at Dachi, then at Yan Nian, and then the corners of his mouth curved.
"It's not easy for your mother to give birth to you at the gate of hell."
Thoughts return.
Yan Nian refused to give up and continued to open his arms, "Jiang Qingchi, do you really don't want mom to hold you? Ang?"
“…”
The child lying on his father's broad back was indifferent.
Even if my father smells of cooking fumes, he still likes to smell it.
Yan Nian was so angry that he snorted, "Don't hold me down! Don't fight for food with me in the future!"
After saying that, he angrily went to sit in the living room.
What kind of son is this
On weekdays, he would grab delicious food from her.
But when she hugged him, he cried and refused to let Yan Nian hug him.
He had to be held by Jiang Beiyuan before he would laugh.
Yan Nian felt that it was because there was something wrong with the way she held the child before, which left a psychological shadow on Dachi.
When Jiang Qingchi was less than one year old, she held her child stiffly and the child cried loudly in her arms.
I didn't know the reason at first, I thought he was hungry or needed to pee.
Later I found out that he was not feeling well.
But Jiang Beiyuan was much more skillful in holding the baby than she was.
This person seems to have been specially trained.
But Jiang Beiyuan said that it was because he had held Xiao Jiang Beize before, so he knew how to hold a child.
Yan Nian was quite jealous.
If this was a daughter, she might not be jealous. After all, the daughter was her father's little lover in the previous life, so it's normal for her to cling to her father.
But, my son is still clinging to Jiangbeiyuan...
"Okay, you're still throwing a tantrum like a child."
Jiang Beiyuan stuffed his son into Yan Nian's arms on the sofa.
"I'm going to cook, you watch for a while."
After saying that, he turned back to the kitchen.
“…”
The little guy sitting on Yan Nian's lap looked reluctant.
Look at this unhappy look!
Yan Nian really wanted to vomit blood and was so angry that he wanted to hit him, but he couldn't!
She raised her hand and gestured to his butt twice, "Baby, if you have the guts, don't come out of my belly!"
"Hey, mom is the best! Mom is the most beautiful!"
The little guy stopped when he saw good things, hugged Yan Nian's neck, kissed Yan Nian's face, and smiled at Yan Nian.
(End of chapter)