Jin|Jiang|Literature|Study|City

It was completely different from what Shen Fu expected. Jiang Yinuo has been very well-behaved since he was born, not crying or making trouble. He only slaps when he is hungry and laughs when he sees people.

Chen Sihan came to visit the confinement center and held it in her hand and loved it: "This is too obedient, I dare not use force to force it."

"Babys do this."

"Boys and girls are different." Chen Sihan said, "Really, I never felt this way when I hugged Lin Yiyan. As long as he didn't cry, I would be grateful."

Chen Sihan said and shook her head, as if she still remembered that period.

Speaking of which, Lin Yiyan is nine months old and gradually becomes less afraid of being sick. But I don’t know if he had embraced too much at the beginning and developed a habit. Now he cries when no one hugs, which is still a headache.

Chen Sihan carefully returned the baby to Chen Fu, "The eyes are like you, the lips are like dad... Hey, she has dimples!"

The dimples of children Jiang Yinuo are a little deeper than their mothers, and their hearts can melt when they smile at you.

Chen Fu used to think that people would be polite to say that newborns look like fathers or mothers, so they could tell what they were.

When I had a daughter, I realized that I really looked like it no matter how I looked, and I couldn’t see enough.

When you fall asleep, the baby will be particularly clingy and always have to be next to the mother's arm. Chen Fu sometimes sleeps on her side, and when she wakes up, the baby must be in her arms.

If she didn't find her mother, she wouldn't make trouble, but she wouldn't want to be next to others. On the contrary, Chen Fu couldn't sleep if the baby was not around.

Strangely, the baby and the father are not particularly close, or in her eyes, the father and the confinement nanny seem to be no different.

Jiang Shutong was also a little depressed. The baby always played with him for a while when he was interested. Sometimes he tugged his head and sometimes waved his hands and shouted a few words, but he would soon look for his mother everywhere.

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A month passed in a flash. On the day I returned home from the confinement center, the first snowfall of this year fell in Beijing.

The baby was a little curious when he arrived in the new environment. After struggling for a whole day, he finally got tired and was taken to bed by the confinement nanny.

Chen Fu tiptoed to the nursery room to see it. When she turned around, she saw Jiang Shutong following her, made a gesture of silence, and took her to the door to pull him away.

"I fell asleep and didn't kick the quilt. I just ate too much just now and I don't know if I will not sleep well at night... I'll go and take a shower later."

Chen Fu thought seriously and didn't notice the man behind her becoming a subtle look.

When he walked to the stairs, Jiang Shutong suddenly stopped and used a little force on his wrist to pull Chen Fu into his arms.

Before Chen Fu finished speaking, she was a little confused and almost exclaimed, and her lips were blocked by him the next second.

Behind him was the handrail of the stairs, and Chen Fu subconsciously grabbed Jiang Shutong's clothes in front of Yue Xiong.

It was probably because he had been patient for too long, and he kissed him deeply, even a little thick and violently, and Chen Fu's tongue was numb.

I just fed Xiao Yinuo in the evening. She was not wearing her inner clothes, and the room was on the heating, and only had a thin coat outside her pajamas.

Jiang Shutong pulled off the coat and took it off for half a month. He knew where she was the most sensitive, and her movements seemed gentle and extremely presumptuous.

"Don't...don't be heard..." Chen Fu expressed intermittently, but her body had already softened and could only hang it around his neck so that she would not slip.

Jiang Shutong stopped and the Yue Hungarian rose and fell slightly, and picked up the person horizontally and walked upstairs to the bathroom.

With her feet on her door, Jiang Shutong put Chen Fu on the bathroom, supported the mirror behind her with one hand, grabbed the back of her neck with the other hand, leaned over and kissed her again.

"Do you miss me?" He slid into her ear and asked, but did not give her a chance to answer.

The clothes were torn apart randomly, and the excess cover was thrown aside. Jiang Shutong hugged Chen Fu into the shower room.

The hot air scattered up, and the ambiguous sound inside the glass door was intermittently covered by the sound of water.

...

That night, from the bathroom to the bed, the beautiful smell in the bedroom came and then dissipated. Chen Fu was tossed for most of the night, and it was noon the next day when she woke up.

She rubbed the slightly sore and swollen Yueyao, lifted the quilt and got up, and walked barefoot to the floor-to-ceiling window on the carpet.

When I opened the curtains, the sun was outside. The sky was light blue, and the snow was unprecedentedly clean under such a bright sky.

Chen Fu went to the bathroom to take a hot shower, and then she felt like she was alive again.

After changing his clothes and going downstairs, a faint sound of conversation came from the living room. When he heard carefully, it was Chen Sihan and Lin Jialuo, and Chen Fu accelerated his pace.

Chen Sihan sat on the edge of the cradle and teased Yinuo and saw Chen Fu coming down, "Oh, get up!"

The tone seemed to be a bit ridiculous of seeing through everything, and Chen Fu's old face turned red.

Thinking of the kiss marks of all sizes on her neck, she subconsciously closed her coat and explained as if nothing had happened: "Suddenly, she had a headache and fell asleep."

Chen Sihan originally just said casually, but Chen Fu's desire to cover up her will not allow her to not think wrongly.

Chen Sihan's eyes swept around Shen Fu suspiciously—

Headache?

He was obviously blushing, but his complexion was not as good as that.

"When did you come?" Chen Fu changed the subject and turned his eyes to Jiang Shutong: "Why don't you call me?"

"Just arrived." Chen Sihan said, "It was snowing all night yesterday, and I want to find you to have hot pot."

"Okay." Chen Fu was so hungry that she put her chest on her back. When she heard the words "hot pot", her eyes lit up, "I'll ask my aunt to prepare the ingredients later."

She said as she sat down by the cradle. Yinuo saw his mother and shook his little hands and giggled.

Chen Fu coaxed her daughter in a slap.

This action made her coat slide down naturally.

Chen Sihan raised his hand to help Chen Fu pull it, and said with a slight : "I just don't know if you are free now."

“…”

Chen Fu coughed lightly, "Where is your Lin Yiyan?"

Chen Sihan signaled outside: "Go to the yard with his father to watch the snow-capped snow-capped--"

She stopped halfway through her speech and walked out in a fierce manner.

There are floor-to-ceiling windows on both sides of the living room, and a door on one side leads to the yard. Chen Fu goes in that direction.

Lin Jialuo put his son on his knees and grabbed a handful of snow for him to play with. Lin Yiyan turned around and sent it to his mouth.

“…”

Chen Fu held his forehead.

After a while, Chen Sihan came back with the child in her arms, cursing all the way, while Lin Jialuo followed her embarrassedly, and argued with some grievance: "I didn't expect him to send it to his mouth."

Lin Yiyan looked ignorant and continued to stuff snow into his mouth. Chen Sihan was so angry that she almost stuffed him back into Lin Jialuo's hand.

Chen Fu twisted the hot towel back and handed it to Chen Sihan, helped Lin Yiyan clean up, and fed him half a cup of warm water.

Lin Yiyan was put on the sofa, looked left and right, and saw that the adult was not very good, so he shouted in a slight voice: "Mom?"

After waiting for a while, he didn't get a response. He blinked and cried out with a wow.

“…”

Chen Sihan ignored him and stopped Chen Fu who was reaching out to hug him, "Don't look at him, he will calm down for five minutes at most, otherwise it will never end."

"Really?" Chen Fu couldn't bear it.

"It's all used to it." Chen Sihan said, "The more he cares about it, the more he becomes. If you give him a good look, you will be arrogant."

Chen Fu looked at Lin Yiyan carefully, and sure enough, although he howled louder and louder, the thunder was louder and the rain was small, and there was no tears on his face.

Simply put: drama master.

Chen Fu: "..."

Chen Sihan walked to the cradle and picked up Jiang Yinuo leisurely.

Lin Yiyan saw his mother picking up another child, and the expression on his face seemed to be pressed by a pause button, and then howled harder.

Chen Fu pulled the corner of her mouth and refused to laugh.

Yinuo was not scared by Lin Yiyan's earth-shaking cry, but instead stared at his brother curiously, and he was babbling in his mouth and didn't know what he was expressing.

Chen Sihan hugged Yinuo and walked to the sofa, deliberately saying, "Yinuo looks at his brother, aren't he crying so ugly?"

Lin Yiyan could understand the word "ugly" and vaguely knew that this was a bad word.

Chen Sihan continued: "We Yinuo is not like this. We Yinuo is the most beautiful little princess."

Yino giggled.

Lin Yiyan's crying stopped. He looked up and looked at Yinuo.

Yinuo is also watching him.

After looking at each other for a few seconds, Yinuo turned his head and hid in Chen Sihan's arms.

Chen Sihan was happy and said to her son: "Look, she is so ugly that she is so ugly that her sister doesn't want to see you."

Lin Yiyan seemed to be attracted by the "beautiful sister" and didn't care about her mother holding other children anymore.

His eyes kept following Yinuo, and when he saw his mother hugging people away, he seemed anxious again.

But he only knows a few words and cannot express the complete meaning. He can only stand up staggeringly and try to climb off the sofa by himself.
To be continued...