After Han Qingshen finished feeding, the baby was still not full, and he was so hungry that he was a little irritable and cried loudly.
Bei Zhan hurriedly mixed some milk powder for the little guy, and the little guy was eating comfortably with a pacifier in his mouth.
"Your baby is really good at breastfeeding. You're lucky. This baby is easy to take care of." Among Song Ci's two daughters, Han Miao loves to eat both breast milk and milk, while Han Jun is picky eater.
At that time, she had just given birth, and Song Ci had little milk, which was not enough for the two children, so she had to eat it with milk for the first week. As a result, Han Jun burst into tears as soon as he took the bottle in his mouth, which made Han Zhan always think that Han Jun was not feeling well.
Bei Zhan also knew about Han Jun's tormenting Han Zhan, so he was a little proud when he heard about it. Bei Zhan said: "When our Dabao was born, Qingshen was not suitable for breastfeeding due to physical reasons, so we gave her milk powder."
"She is also good. She can eat whatever is given to her."
Bei Zhan fed the baby and burped him before putting him back in the crib.
At this time, Hanqing waved to Song Ci, "Song Ci, come and do me a favor."
Song Ci thought that Han Qingshen was going to the toilet, but Han Qingshen said, "Come and help me put on makeup."
she:"?"
"now?"
"Yeah." Han Qing said: "I'm going to transfer to the confinement center later, there may be media waiting outside." And Ai Mei's cold feeling is deep, she doesn't allow herself to appear in front of the media when she is disheveled.
Hearing this, Song Ci couldn't help but feel admiration. "good."
Song Ci put on Han Qingshen a complex makeup to cover her pale and weak complexion due to excessive blood loss during childbirth.
Han Qing took a look in the mirror and then nodded in satisfaction.
"Pack up your things and get ready to go to the confinement center." The confinement center ordered by the cold heart also has professional doctors and nurses, and the service is better than that in the hospital.
Bei Zhan nodded, and neatly packed up the things of adults and children.
When Song Ci helped them carry their things and escorted Han Qingshen downstairs, she met several reporters downstairs.
The reporters may be afraid of the cold, vigorous and unkind style, so they dare not get too close, and only dare to hold the microphone from a distance, and interview a few words politely.
Song Ci stood at the back with her things in her hands, trying to downplay her sense of existence.
After the interview, they got into the car.
When I arrived at the confinement center, I went to the bed with a deep feeling of coldness and whispered to Bei Zhan, "Change my pants." There was a lot of lochia discharge, and after running for a while, the pants were already dirty.
Even if she is a woman, Song Ci still has to avoid suspicion, she said: "You guys, I will take the baby out and wait for you."
Song Ci picked up Baby Bei and stood in the corridor for a while, then saw Yan Rufeng coming. Yan Rufeng had a stomach operation last year, the operation was very successful, and he was able to continue to live, Yan Rufeng was very energetic.
Seeing Song Ci from a distance, Yan Rufeng smiled at her.
"Uncle Yan."
"Song Ci." Yan Rufeng reached out and hugged Bei Baobao in Song Ci's arms. Bei Baobao said, "Grandpa Yan, my brother is so cute."
"You are cute?"
Bei Baobao thought about it seriously, then shook his head, and said with a serious face: "I am cuter."
After scratching Baby Bei's nose, Yan Rufeng said, "You are cute and beautiful, and my brother is handsome and handsome."
"No, my brother actually looks like a pug." It's wrinkled, so it's not good-looking. Bei Baobao said that his younger brother is cute, but in fact, he was ignorant of his conscience.
Yan Rufeng smiled heartily, "You little cunning."
After laughing, Yan Rufeng looked at Song Ci, and said to her, "Long time no see, Mr. Han's injury has healed, right?"
"Please worry about it, it's all over."
"Well, that's good." Yan Rufeng obviously wanted to say something, but he didn't know where to start, so he looked a little hesitant.
Song Ci said bluntly; "My sister and Yan Jiang will get married in a few days."
"I know." After Yan Jiang retired from the circle, his every move still attracted people's attention. For example, he once went to a shopping mall to buy a pair of wedding rings, went to a restaurant to see a hotel wedding package, and discussed dress styles with Mo Mou, a designer.
These things have all been photographed by paparazzi.
And Yan Rufeng, who intends to restore the father-son relationship with Yan Jiang, naturally knows these things. Yan Rufeng really longed to be able to attend his child's wedding, but he was self-aware and understood that the child was psychologically disturbing him, so he didn't dare to disturb him.
As for Yan Rufeng and Yan Jiang's affairs, it was inconvenient for Song Ci, an outsider, to meddle in their own business. It was Yan Jiang's fault if he didn't forgive Yan Rufeng.
Therefore, even though she could clearly see the disappointment and expectation on Yan Rufeng's face, Song Ci would not invite Yan Rufeng to the wedding without authorization.
Inside, Bei Zhan changed his clothes for Han Qingshen, and the door opened.
Song Ci and Yan Rufeng entered the suite together, she greeted Han Qing deeply, and left first.
Song Ci went downstairs and was about to get in the car, only to find that Yan Jiang's car was parked in the underground garage of the Confinement Center, just across from her car.
Ah Jiang is here
A smile flashed across Song Ci's eyes, and she said to Long Yu, "Go to the supermarket and then go home."
"Good lady."
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Upstairs, Yan Rufeng was sitting on the sofa, carefully observing the little guy in the crib.
The little guy's nose is not big, but it is very upturned, which looks like a cold heart. His eyes were closed, so he couldn't tell who he looked like, but judging from the outline, there was a certain resemblance.
"He looks quite like your father." Yan Rufeng said to Han affectionately. "It seems that he has grown up and is a handsome boy again."
"Um."
Han Chenyi is indeed handsome, he was a school girl when he was in college, and later he didn't gain weight in middle age, he was still a handsome uncle.
In my impression, Han Chenyi only lost his charming demeanor when he was about to die, because of a serious illness, he lost his appearance and lost his hair in handfuls.
Knock Knock—
Hearing the knock on the door, Yan Rufeng and Bei Zhan looked up at the opened door at the same time.
A smooth and round bald head caught their eyes first, and then, the owner of that head raised his head, revealing a beautiful and handsome face.
Seeing who came, everyone in the room was a little surprised.
Yan Jiang stood under the door, smiled at Bei Zhan, and said, "Are you surprised to see me?"
Bei Zhan came back to his senses and smiled joyfully, "Mr. Yan Jiang, come in quickly."
Yan Jiang walked into the suite with his things.
After putting down his things, he walked directly to the bedside without looking at Yan Rufeng, and said affectionately to Han, "Mr. Han seems to be in good spirits, congratulations, you have a precious son."
When facing Yan Jiang with a deep cold feeling, his aura was rare and gentle, not as fierce and decisive as in business. She slightly hooked the corner of her lower lip toward Yan Jiang, and said, "Thank you for coming to see us, I am very happy."
She was really happy that Yan Jiang could come.
Yan Jiang smiled and took out a red envelope and a red wedding invitation from his pocket. He put the red envelope at the little boy's feet, and handed the wedding invitation to Bei Baobao.
Bei Baobao took the invitation and asked curiously, "Uncle, what is this?"
Touching Beibaobao's head, Yan Jiang told her: "Uncle is getting married, do you want Beibaobao to attend uncle's wedding?"
Bei Baobao was flattered.
ah ah! The handsome uncle invited her to the wedding!
Bei Baobao asked innocently: "I, can I wear a wedding dress?"
As soon as these words came out, there was a sudden silence in the suite.
Yan Jiang knelt down and told Bei Baobao: "No, every girl can only wear a wedding dress for the man she loves deeply. At the uncle's wedding, only the uncle's bride can wear the wedding dress."
"I can be a bride." Bei Baobao pointed to her face and said, "I am very beautiful." She pointed to her parents and said, "My parents are also beautiful."
Yan Jiang still clearly refused, "Sorry, uncle's bride is the most beautiful girl in the world."
Hearing this, Bei Baobao was like a frosted eggplant, suddenly listless.
Holding the invitation, she walked to the couch beside Yan Rufeng and sat down. Bei Baobao pursed his lips, lowered his head, and looked pitiful that his confession was rejected, which made people laugh.
Yan Jiang looked away from the aggrieved Bei Baobao and stopped on Yan Rufeng. "let's talk."
Hearing this, Yan Rufeng stood up excitedly. "Okay!" Yan Jiang was still willing to chat with him, which was a kind of forgiveness to Yan Rufeng.
There is a special leisure place in the confinement center, Yan Jiang and Yan Rufeng came to the billiard room on the 4th floor. Yan Jiang said: "I heard that you have won the World Snooker Championship?"
Yan Rufeng was a little ashamed. He waved his hands and said, "I'm not that good. What's really good is my affectionate father. He taught me all my abilities."
Yan Rufeng did not shy away from mentioning that person, but Yan Jiang's mood was still a little delicate. He suddenly asked: "When you saw me being born, did you have any thoughts about throwing me to death?"
Yan Jiang's blunt question made Yan Rufeng miss the ball in surprise.
Yan Rufeng put down his club and leaned against the table, looking at Yan Jiang in shock and surprise.
After a while, Yan Rufeng shook his head and said, "I didn't intend to kill you the day you were born." Yan Rufeng suddenly lifted his sweater, and Yan Jiang saw an old scar on Yan Rufeng's abdomen .
Shock appeared in Yan Jiang's eyes. "you"
Yan Rufeng smiled wryly, and said, "I didn't intend to kill you, nor did I want to kill my mother, let alone a woman who just gave birth and was still breastfeeding. So, I killed myself."
Yan Jiang was shocked, "...you are so stupid."
Obviously Yan Rufeng is also an innocent person.
He is so stupid.
"I've never been a smart person." If Yan Rufeng was smart, he would have noticed his mother's mistake earlier, and would not have made such a mistake.
Staring at the scar on Yan Rufeng's stomach, Yan Jiang felt sympathy for this man for the first time. "Thank you for your kindness of not killing me back then, which gave me the honor to meet Song Fei."
Yan Jiang took out another invitation card from his trouser pocket and handed it to Yan Rufeng. Looking at the invitation, Yan Rufeng was flattered, "Can I go to the wedding?"
Yan Jiang disliked Yan Rufeng's ink marks, so he directly raised his hand and threw the invitation at Yan Rufeng.
Yan Rufeng quickly grabbed the invitation card, and when he looked up, he heard Yan Jiang say, "Come and see, even if you can only be a guest."
Even if Yan Rufeng has his grievances and stories, so what? No one can make up for Yan Jiang's suffering and tears.
His parents were long dead.
He is an orphan.
After handing over the invitation, Yan Jiang felt relaxed. "I'm leaving. I have an appointment to go out with Song Fei tonight."
".good."
After Yan Jiang left, Yan Rufeng stroked the glowing red invitation card gently several times before inserting it into his suit pocket, close to his chest.
To be allowed to watch the ceremony as a guest is Yan Jiang's greatest kindness to Yan Rufeng.
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Song Fei went to the network security department to guide the work today, and Yan Jiang drove the car directly to the door of the unit.
A phone call was made, and knowing that Song Fei would not be able to come out in 20 minutes, Yan Jiang drove around the neighborhood.
Finally, Yan Jiang parked the car in front of a flower shop.
What kind of flowers would Song Fei like
Yan Jiang couldn't make up his mind, so he went online and sincerely asked for help.
Yan Jiang V: [I want to send flowers to Ms. Song, what kind of flowers would be better?]
The comment that was pushed to the top of the popular comment was a picture. The picture shows a bunch of beautifully packaged bouquets, and the flowers are all roses folded in 100 yuan.
The variety of the flower is called—
Money to spend!
When Yan Jiang saw the picture, he should have laughed it off, but when he thought of Song Fei's money-loving personality, he felt that this flower was very suitable for Song Fei.
Yan Jiang took the cash and hired someone to quickly pile up more than 199 money roses.
After Song Fei got off work, she didn't see Yan Jiang at the door of the unit, and she was still a little puzzled.
She took out her mobile phone and called Yan Jiang.
As soon as Yan Jiang got into the car, he received a call from Song Fei. He said: "You stand at the door and wait for a few minutes, I will come right away."
"Oh." After hanging up the phone, Song Fei kicked pebbles with her sneakers boredly. When she kicked the twenty-third pebble, Yan Jiang arrived.
Yan Jiang stopped the car, and Song Fei came to the co-pilot side by herself. She opened the car door and was stunned when she saw the money rose on the passenger seat.
Yan Jiang: "For you, love roses, 199." Yan Jiang picked up the money rose and handed it to Song Fei's arms, "Is it fragrant?"
Song Fei lowered her head and sniffed cooperatively, and said, "The scent of copper coins is not strong enough." It means that the money is too little, not enough.
With his right hand clenched in front of his lips, Yan Jiang grinned sullenly.
After the laughter was over, he opened his wallet and stuffed all the bank cards one by one among the roses.
"Miss Song Fei." Yan Jiang stared at Song Fei affectionately, and said, "I will give you all my property, can you give me a home?"
Sorry, the update is over. My sister-in-law gave birth last night and went to the hospital to run errands. Before twelve o'clock.
(end of this chapter)