It also made him look a little dumbfounded.

Ever since the child was born, he had only glanced at it briefly, but never looked at it for a long time like he did now.

At first, after she gave birth to her child, the child stayed in the neonatal ward for a long time, and he could only take a few glances inside through the glass.

Perhaps subconsciously, he was afraid that the longer he watched, the more emotion he would invest in the child and he would become reluctant to part with it.

"Well... I'm going to wash up. If the child wakes up and cries, you can hold her for a while. As long as someone holds her, she will stop crying soon," Zhuo Qianyun warned.

Ye Wenming frowned slightly and hugged...this little guy?

"Okay, I understand." Speaking of which, he seemed to have never hugged his daughter.

Zhuo Qianyun walked into the bathroom to wash up. After she finished washing, she opened the bathroom door and heard her daughter crying. Ye Wenming was holding the child at a loss.

Zhuo Qianyun hurried forward in three steps and two steps at a time. As soon as Ye Wenming saw her, he immediately said, "Didn't you say that as long as you hug her, she won't cry?"

"It's usually like this, maybe...she hasn't seen your relationship very often." Zhuo Qianyun said, "Also, the way you hold her may make her feel uncomfortable."

"Posture?" Ye Wenming frowned, the baby's cries kept ringing in his ears, especially with a face that looked so much like the child's mother, which made him feel exhausted.

Zhuo Qianyun stepped forward and helped him adjust the posture of holding the child, "Your hands should be placed like this... Also, this side should support her neck. Children's necks are very soft. In addition,

If she cries really hard, you can give her a hug on the plane, she likes it very much."

"Plane hug?" Ye Wenming looked confused.

"Just let her lie down, and then you hold her belly and neck with one hand, and protect her with the other hand..." Zhuo Qianyun began to explain the essentials of holding a child on the plane again.

When Ye Wenming finally started to hug the little one on the plane, the little baby who was still crying stopped crying after a while and started giggling.

Obviously, the little baby enjoys being hugged by his own father on the plane.

Zhuo Qianyun looked at the scene in front of her, and her eyes became wet. This scene had appeared in her dreams many times before, but she didn't expect that it would appear now when she and Ye Wenming were destined to divorce.

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Ye Wenming suddenly turned his head and looked towards her as if he was aware of it.

She quickly turned away slightly and said, "You hold Xiaosi for a while longer, and I'll make some milk powder for her. It's almost time for her to drink milk."

After saying that, she hurriedly walked aside, took out the milk powder, and began to brew the milk powder.

After the milk powder was soaked and the temperature was almost suitable for the child to drink, Zhuo Qianyun took the milk bottle and walked to Ye Wenming's side.

"Do you want to try breastfeeding?" she asked suddenly.

Originally, she wanted him to give her the child and let her feed it, but for some reason, when the words came into her mouth, it suddenly changed like this.

Ye Wenming seemed slightly surprised, "Hello?"

"Well...if you don't want to, then I'd better do it..." she said, wanting to take the child from his hands.

However, he did not give her the baby. Instead, he ended the plane hug, sat on the sofa nearby, held the baby in his arms, and then freed up a hand and said to Zhuo Qianyun, "Give me the bottle."

I."

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Chapter completed!