No way, who made Mr. Fu unable to bear the title of 'husband' the most
Ye Fanxing said: "You are so kind."
Fu Jingyu paused and looked at Ye Fanxing who was extremely satisfied, "Just because I washed your hair?"
"Well." Ye Fanxing said, "I especially like you who are so gentle."
Fu Jingyu looked at the foam on her head and said indulgently, "Okay, I'll wash your hair every day from now on."
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Fu Jingyu helped her wash her hair, took a towel to dry her, and dried her hair with a hairdryer.
She is still in the confinement period, and if she is not careful, the root of the disease may fall.
Although Fu Jingyu was a man, he always felt sorry for her. Usually, when she washed her hair, he would force her to dry her hair, not to mention this time.
Ye Fanxing watched him take care of himself just like taking care of his daughter, and couldn't help raising the corner of his mouth.
How does she feel that giving birth to a child by herself, in his eyes, is the same as life can't handle it
After washing their hair, the two came downstairs. Fu Linglong looked at Ye Fanxing's long hair, "Have you washed your hair?"
Ye Fanxing said, "Well."
Hearing this, Fu Linglong became nervous, "How can you wash your hair just after giving birth? It's not good for your body at all. If Mom sees it, she will definitely criticize you."
The elderly are particularly concerned about this kind of thing, and they all feel that they cannot wash their hair during confinement.
Ye Fanxing said, "It's alright, it's all dried."
At this time, Mother Fu was holding a small light bulb and breastfeeding him on the sofa.
Ye Fanxing walked over, looked at the little guy, and said to Mom Fu, "Mom, let me come."
Fu's mother couldn't put it down and said: "Our bubble is so good!"
Although it was only a few days old, the little guy has already become the baby of the Fu family.
Ye Fanxing laughed, put his finger on the little guy's face lightly, and touched it.
With a son, the family instantly became lively.
After dinner, Ye Fanxing went to bed early.
She had just given birth to a child and was very weak.
At about eleven o'clock, Ye Fanxing was lying on the bed and was awakened by the cry of the little bulb.
They have cradles in their rooms, and light bulbs sleep in them.
Ye Fanxing was too sleepy. When he was in the hospital, he was taken care of by nurses. Now, when he came back, he had to be taken care of by his family.
Ye Fanxing opened his eyes because of the noise, and was about to coax him when he saw that Fu Jingyu had walked to the cradle and sat down, holding the small light bulb in his arms.
Afraid that Ye Fanxing would be disturbed by the cry of the little bulb, Fu Jingyu carried him to the sofa a little further away to coax him.
Ye Fanxing heard his soft voice, "Dear, don't cry, don't wake your mother up."
Ye Fanxing was originally very sleepy, but when he heard this, his heart softened.
She sat up and said, "Did he cry?"
Fu Jingyu was wearing a loose T-shirt. He had just finished work and hadn't slept yet. Seeing Ye Fanxing wake up, he said gently, "It's okay, you can sleep, I'll just coax him."
"Bring him here." Ye Fanxing was no longer sleepy.
Fu Jingyu came over with the small light bulb in his arms, Ye Fanxing reached out and took it, looking at the little guy, seeing him crying, he was a little helpless, "Is he hungry?"
"I'm going to make milk powder for him." Fu Jingyu stood up, walked out the door, and quickly brought up the warm milk bottle.
When Fu Jingyu came back, the little bulb had stopped crying, and was held by Ye Fanxing in his arms, with his little hands on either side of his head, Ye Fanxing looked at his son, who was as soft as a bun, and couldn't help laughing, "Uncle, you Come and see, he is so cute and cute!"
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