A year older, the third master of Beijing circle kissed her to tears

Chapter 925: Fighting to Hold the Little Milk Ball

Zhuang Zhoucheng was very worried about handing the child over to Huo Yan because he was afraid she wouldn't know how to hold the child.

"Seventeen is very fragile. You must be careful not to press her hands."

Zhuang Zhoucheng adjusted Huo Yan's holding position for the child and asked, "Can't you change the direction?"

Huo Yan turned and glared at him, "I'm not used to it."

"We have to get used to both sides. We can't not get used to them. You can't let the seventeen of us drink from just one side, right? Both sides belong to her."

Zhuang Zhoucheng spoke very seriously and started to pump the milk, but it seemed that the baby was not latching on.

Huo Yan gritted his teeth, "Can you please stop disturbing us?"

Zhuang Zhoucheng said seriously:

"Huo Yan, don't be so willful and lose your temper in front of the child. You're a mother now, you need to change your temper and don't let us Seventeen learn from you."

Huo Yan dodged Zhuang Zhoucheng sideways, feeling that this man was a bit annoying.

Even if the milk is squeezed out and stored in a greenhouse for more than a week, it is still a mother's nature to feed her baby with milk. She learns it naturally. Does she still need someone to teach her?

Huo Yan said nothing. He turned his back to Zhuang Zhoucheng and looked at the tender pink face pressed against him. It was warm and soft, and he felt extremely satisfied.

This is her daughter. She really became a mother, right?

She finally understood why her mother loved her so much. Was it because her mother held her like this when she was born and was reluctant to let her go?

No, the mother who became a mother for the first time should have been better off than her because there was no father who rushed to hold his daughter.

When feeding her daughter milk for the first time, Huo Yan was so happy that she cried and laughed, and naturally thought of her mother.

This is how people start out, growing up little by little in the hands of their mothers.

Now, she has grown up, has her own children, and has become a mother.

Huo Yan's tears kept flowing, but her face was full of smiles.

Zhuang Zhoucheng felt that something was wrong with Huo Yan. He turned his body to look at her sideways, and seeing her slightly twitching body, he guessed that she was crying.

Zhuang Zhoucheng sat back, gently held Huo Yan in his arms with his long arms, and kept wiping the tears from her face.

"Why are you crying? Today is the first day we're home with our daughter. We should be happy. Stop crying, okay?"

Zhuang Zhoucheng kissed his wife's face, and he couldn't suppress his emotions in his heart.

But when his wife started crying, he had to be strong and let his wife rely on him.

"I'm a mother now."

Huo Yan said softly, looking at his daughter's moving little mouth, and burst into tears of joy.

"Yes, our Yan'er has become a mother, and I've become a father. From now on, we are no longer two independent people. We have a child together, a child who sustains both of our lives."

Zhuang Zhoucheng hugged Huo Yan tightly. Is their marriage finally guaranteed?

Zhuang Zhou finally felt at ease after receiving this.

Huo Yan arrived at the Zhuang family's house at ten o'clock in the morning, holding the little guy. He did not go to the old house to say hello, but went directly to their new building.

When Huo Yan was admitted to the hospital, there were two caregivers at home, and Shi Yun would occasionally come to visit.

But now that I'm back, there are a lot of people at home.

"Mr. Zhuang, Mrs. Zhuang."

The people at the door greeted respectfully. In addition to the two nurses who were working in the hospital, there were a few new faces. Huo Yan smiled and nodded, then carried the child into the hall.

"Let's go back to the room if you're tired. The temperature outside is low, don't catch a cold."

Zhuang Zhoucheng saw Huo Yan sitting on the sofa without even taking off his shoes and hurried over to speak.

She is now taking care of the food supply for their little baby. If he feels unwell or takes medicine, the child will also be affected, so she must take good care of him.

"Sit down for a while. The baby is not familiar with the house yet." Huo Yan said to Zhuang Zhoucheng.

Zhuang Zhoucheng's face darkened instantly and he strode towards her.

"Seventeen's mom, can we please think more about little Seventeen? She just came out of the greenhouse today. How can she adapt to the temperature outside so quickly? Be obedient, okay?"

Huo Yan looked at Zhuang Zhoucheng and said, "Don't treat the child too pampered. Seventeen is a very healthy baby now. Don't always think that she is not good enough."

All newborns are like this after they are born. Other children are fine, so why can't their children?

Zhuang Zhoucheng was a little irritated by Huo Yan's stubbornness. The child was so young, this was no joke. They had just come out of the greenhouse today, and it wasn't warm enough outside in April. Adults couldn't feel the difference between the greenhouse and the natural environment, so how sensitive were children?

He is healthy now. He has been under the supervision of an authoritative doctor. He has been kept in an incubator for nearly two weeks. He must be healthy.

But just because the child is healthy now, does that mean she, as a mother, should start squandering the child's health?

"This isn't being squeamish. Let's wait until the child is older, okay?"

Zhuang Zhoucheng didn't say anything else. It was completely unnecessary to argue about this matter.

"Be good, be obedient. You're still in confinement. Let's go upstairs, okay?"

Zhuang Zhoucheng pulled Huo Yan upstairs and reached out to hug his daughter, but Huo Yan refused.

Zhuang Zhoucheng hesitated to speak. She had been holding him since she was breastfeeding. Couldn't she just hold him?

Don't forget, he is his daughter's biological father!

After entering the newly renovated bedroom, Zhuang Zhoucheng closed the door and hurried to pick up the child:

"Yan'er, are your hands sore? Are you tired? Let me do it."

Huo Yan dodged Zhuang Zhoucheng and said, "She's going to be hungry soon and needs milk. How many days have you been away from work? Go back to work quickly. The baby and I are already home, so you should be relieved."

Zhuang Zhoucheng's face instantly darkened. "Do you think our daughter can leave me now given her current condition?"

"Why can't you leave?"

Huo Yan sat on the edge of the bed and looked up at Zhuang Zhoucheng.

"..."

Zhuang Zhoucheng was interrupted by Huo Yan. Doesn't she know that their little baby will cry as soon as he leaves?

Huo Yan knew without even asking that he was overthinking it and didn't care about him.

"I'm worried about you leaving me. Qiqi just left the greenhouse today..."

"Mr. Zhuang, you've said this for the fifth time."

Huo Yan responded incoherently, saying that this is what happens when you get older, you become nagging like Xianglin Sao.

Zhuang Zhoucheng paused, his eyes fell lightly on Huo Yan's face, and asked in a sarcastic tone:

"Why, are you disgusted?"

"...Do you have to be so stingy? No way." Huo Yan curled his lips.

The little baby moved in his arms, and Huo Yan quickly lowered his eyes to look. Little Seventeen moved his mouth, but his eyes were still closed. Huo Yan's face immediately filled with smiles.

Her baby is still the best, because she gave birth to him.

Zhuang Zhoucheng walked over and said, "Put the child in her crib. You can't rest well if you hold her all the time."

Huo Yan shook his head, "I'm not tired."

In the past, when I thought of babies, I would think of endless crying, but Little Seventeen is really quiet. He only cries when he is hungry, and is very well-behaved at other times.

Zhuang Zhoucheng stood in front of the mother and daughter and felt that his wife's behavior was wrong as it deprived him of the right to be close to his daughter.