Tang Yuansi opened his arms towards him and patted himself on the shoulder.
"It's not a crime for a man to cry. You have a son now. Don't worry after crying, there's another one waiting for you!"
Yu Yuehan: "..."
There is a dirty word in my heart, I don't know whether to say it or not
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Nian Xiaomu had a caesarean section, so she had to stay in the hospital for confinement.
With Qi Yan around, her wounds recovered fairly quickly, and she was able to get out of bed and walk around by herself in a short time.
As long as it doesn't hurt the wound, it's basically no big deal.
I really want to talk about the problem...
Nian Xiaomu turned her head helplessly to look at the head of the bed. You were staring at me, and I was staring at your father and son.
There are two faces, one big and one small, like copy and paste, but when they see each other, they immediately turn into black-eyed chickens, and no one likes the other.
Whenever they appeared in the same space, either Xiaoyang made Yu Yuehan so angry that his orifices were filled with smoke, or Yu Yuehan made Xiaoyang cry.
Right now...
The reason is simple.
Xiaoyang woke up and wanted to get up to play, but Yu Yuehan didn't let Nian Xiaomu hug him, so he picked up his son himself.
As a result, I cried when I touched it.
Let go and stop.
One wanted to hug, but the other refused.
Both father and son refused to admit defeat, they kept hugging and putting them down, putting them down and hugging them again...
In the end, both of them were tired, and it became you staring at me, and I staring at you, secretly competing.
Nian Xiaomu supported the wound on her stomach, and slowly moved around the room to help the wound recover.
Seeing this naive father and son, my head hurts a bit.
"Nian Xiaomu, don't you care about your son's intentional confrontation with me?" Yu Yuehan turned around and complained when he couldn't win.
"..."
Nian Xiaomu walked to the window sill and stopped, looked back with sympathy.
"Xiaoyang is still a little bab, can't you be more mature?"
"No, his name is Dashun now." Yu Yuehan corrected him earnestly.
He was determined not to give up the name Dashun.
At the beginning, I didn't know who was holding her, repeatedly emphasizing to her that their son can't be called Dashun
"It was different at that time. I thought my son would be well-behaved and sensible. At least he should understand the simple truth that mother is father. But obviously, I think highly of him. He is an ignorant person, and he is not worthy of the name I chose!"
Nian Xiaomu: "..."
She misses Xiao Liuliu a little bit.
If it was her daughter, she would definitely be able to handle the father and son.
After all, at home now, the only person who can divert Xiaoyang's attention from her mother is her sister.
But Xiao Liuliu is also Yu Yuehan's treasure.
Seeing Xiaoyang snatching his daughter-in-law, and then going to snatch his position in the little princess's heart, Yu Yuehan vomited so much that he was about to vomit blood!
It's fine if Xiao Liuliu doesn't come.
If it really came, their father and son would probably be able to argue endlessly for a day.
"Yu Yuehan, I want to go and see Bengbeng, help Xiaoyang change her diaper." Nian Xiaomu supported his stomach and walked slowly towards the door.
In order to take care of her conveniently, Tan Bengbeng was admitted to the hospital in advance.
Originally, after she gave birth successfully, Tan Bengbeng should be able to go back, but who knew that on the day of going back, she suddenly experienced short-term contractions.
After Qi Yan examined her, he suspected that the excessive tension these days had affected the baby in her womb. The baby might be born before the due date, so he simply continued to stay in the hospital.
Just to accompany Nian Xiaomu in confinement.
Live in the ward next door.
"Can I refuse?" Yu Yuehan opened his lips in resistance.
He still hasn't forgotten that when he hugged this brat for the first time, he pissed on his hand.