PFC Chapter 992: Poor Zhuang Father and Daughter
Chapter 992: Poor Zhuang Father and Daughter
Zhuang Zhoucheng put his hands in his trouser pockets, stood facing Huo Yan with his tall body, and said with a somewhat resentful look:
"Qiqi keeps crying and won't drink the powdered milk. What do you think I should do?"
"But I'm back in the afternoon, with a 4 o'clock flight, and I'm worried about the baby too." Huo Yan defended himself.
If she wasn't worried about the child, why would she rush like this? She was exhausted. In such a hot and humid day, if it were her, she would definitely take a breath and rest here before going back.
Zhuang Zhoucheng hummed softly:
"You mean, let Seventeen starve forever?"
"..."
Then she has no choice, right?
If you walk so fast, how much can you squeeze out at once?
If she brought her daughter along, he would surely be furious.
Zhuang Zhoucheng wiped the sweat from the tip of her nose and asked in a low voice:
"Still hot?"
Huo Yan nodded, and Zhuang Zhoucheng then pulled Huo Yan into the house.
"Feed the baby first, huh? Sit down and I'll fan you."
"Ha ha……"
Huo Yan was stunned.
Her husband and daughter came to see her. Why does it feel so good?
Actually, her husband is pretty good too, right?
When I saw the living conditions of my younger brother and his wife, I was envious. Now, looking at my own life, it is also very good. Of course, it cannot be compared with the strong feelings of other young people. The warmth that her man brings to her also touches her.
Zhuang Zhoucheng looked back at Huo Yan. How come this little beast became so stupid after going out?
"What are you grinning about, huh?"
Zhuang Zhoucheng rubbed her hair, and a burst of heat rose from her head.
Zhuang Zhoucheng lifted Huo Yan's hair and rubbed it loosely.
"Get a haircut. It's too hot."
Women work much harder than men. How hot must it be with their hair covering them?
Huo Yan raised his hand and patted the back of Zhuang Zhoucheng's hand. What was he doing?
Everyone in the room was staring at them. Huo Yan turned around and glared at him. Was he addicted?
Zhuang Zhoucheng smiled and rubbed her hair again before letting go. The child was surrounded by a group of people. Zhuang Zhoucheng stepped forward and held the child in his arms. Huo Yan greeted everyone one by one and then went to the guest room.
Little Seventeen was so hungry that he had no strength left. He must be angry with his mother. He hadn't seen her for a whole day and night, and he felt very aggrieved.
As soon as Huo Yan held him in his arms, Xiao Shiqi immediately started crying, feeling extremely aggrieved.
"Mom is wrong. Next time I go out, I'll take the baby with me, huh? You're starving, right?"
Huo Yan kissed his daughter's face. His heart melted at her cry. He missed her so much after not seeing her for a day that it ached.
Zhuang Zhoucheng took the bottle and squeezed the milk. Huo Yan glanced at the anxious man. Did he want to drink it?
What’s the rush?
Huo Yan immediately cried out in frustration. It would be fine if it happened at home, but this was home?
"Don't get my clothes wet. It's embarrassing. There are so many people outside."
"No matter how many people there are, you are still my wife and the mother of my daughter!"
Zhuang Zhoucheng was stunned by the words and hurried to collect the food, fearing that the woman would run away with his daughter's food again.
Before this, Seventeen had been exclusively breastfed.
Zhuang Zhoucheng didn't sleep the whole night because his daughter was crying. He had milk at night, but his daughter was still crying until midnight.
Zhuang Zhoucheng held his daughter in his arms and tried to comfort her. Although the little girl was small, she knew her mother was not around, so she cried and felt wronged, thinking that her mother didn't want her anymore. She cried so hard that her heart was broken. Zhuang Zhoucheng almost knelt down to this little ancestor.
The older one tortured him, and the younger one also tortured him after it was born. It's so hard for men.
My daughter kept crying until late at night. Zhuang Zhoucheng looked at the time and knew it was time for her to drink milk, but she had finished her breast milk. What should he do?
He refused to drink the milk powder. I made him some porridge in the middle of the night, but he still refused to eat.
Zhuang Zhoucheng tried to feed the baby milk, but the baby still refused to eat and cried heartbrokenly.
When his daughter cried, Zhuang Zhoucheng felt a pang of pain in his heart. If his wife had called him at that time, it would have been good, but she just abandoned him and his daughter. His daughter cried miserably, and Zhuang Zhoucheng couldn't comfort her and wanted to bang his head against the wall.
The little guy finally stopped crying after he had lost all his strength.
Zhuang Zhoucheng then patiently fed the child rice soup. Remembering that Huo Yan had fed the child fruit before, he peeled an apple, ground it into puree and mixed it with the rice soup.
After tossing and turning for the entire night, both adults and children were exhausted before they fell asleep.
Zhuang Zhoucheng slept with the child in his arms. The child was probably still hungry and not full. In the second half of the night, Zhuang Zhoucheng had a dream and did not sleep well. He felt hot all over and subconsciously reached out to touch his wife. He touched the bed, but it was empty.
Zhuang Zhoucheng suddenly woke up. Where was his wife?
I didn't come back today.
The reaction on my body is because my little daughter is biting it. The soft and tender little ball is holding that little protruding spot and sucking it subconsciously, sucking it with relish.
Zhuang Zhoucheng slapped his forehead with his big hand, moved his daughter away, and kissed her pink little mouth, feeling both amused and helpless.
There is no doubt that the little girl is hungry. If she is not full, how can she recognize the wrong place to eat?
Fortunately, she didn't cry much in the second half of the night. I gave her a pacifier and she didn't wake up again.
Zhuang Zhoucheng got up early and followed the method he had used at midnight. He asked the kitchen staff to prepare food. After feeding his daughter something, he immediately rushed to Kyoto with his beloved daughter in his arms.
Huo Yan was going back to the capital in the afternoon, but could he let his daughter starve for so long?
So when Zhuang Zhoucheng saw Huo Yan, he felt both love and hate.
She left in such a carefree manner, but did she know how much suffering the father and daughter had endured?
Huo Yan was holding his daughter, and Zhuang Zhoucheng asked Huo Yan to change sides. Huo Yan looked at him, and Zhuang Zhoucheng took action directly and asked his daughter to change sides.
The milk that was squeezed out came out smoothly. Little Seventeen choked a little. Zhuang Zhoucheng held the other side with one hand and gently stroked his daughter's back with the other hand.
Huo Yan looked at the busy man. It was obviously her who was breastfeeding the baby, so why was he so busy?
"Zhuang Zhoucheng, other families are not like this. You'd better go out." Huo Yan said in a low voice.
She felt quite embarrassed. There were a lot of people outside and they all knew she was feeding her baby, but why did he come in?
Wouldn't this embarrass her?
"Is the other man's name Zhuang Zhoucheng?" Zhuang Zhoucheng snorted coldly.
Huo Yan paused for a long time before realizing what he meant.
Other people’s husbands are Zhang San or Li Si, and that is how Zhang San or Li Si does things.
And since he is Zhuang Zhoucheng, it is natural for him to do things his own way.
"I'll be embarrassed..."
Huo Yan curled his lips and muttered.
Zhuang Zhoucheng quickly finished feeding, screwed up the bottle and put it aside, then sat next to his wife and fanned her gently with a piece of paper.
"Turn on the air conditioner, sir!" Huo Yan couldn't help but speak out.
Zhuang Zhoucheng wiped the sweat from her forehead and said, "It's so hot, how can you turn on the air conditioner right away? Let me fan you, okay?"
Huo Yan glanced at Zhuang Zhoucheng and didn't say much. She was not at home, and there were so many people outside. She didn't want to quarrel over such trivial matters. It would be embarrassing.