Song Xiang got up in disheveled clothes and went to hug the child. Behind him was the man's sad eyes.
She carried Beibei back and found that he was glaring at her son. She couldn't help but laugh, "Oh, it was you who woke her up. She is hungry, and you can't even shout a few words?"
"He only picks special times to be hungry." Yan Han snorted and gave up his seat. When Song Xiang sat on the edge of the bed, he immediately reached out to poke the little guy's face.
Beibei wrinkled his little nose and burrowed into Song Xiang's arms.
Song Xiang gently patted the man's hand away and said, "Don't make trouble with him, he's still asleep."
She turned sideways to untie her clothes and feed the little one.
Yan Han said: "Wean him off as soon as possible, otherwise it will be hard for you too."
Song Xiang nodded and said, "In another month, I won't be able to feed him much."
She turned to look at the man and found that the man who was full of disgust was staring at the child with serious eyes.
Yan Han noticed the look in her eyes, cleared his throat, and complained forcefully: "He looks a little ugly."
Song Xiang was speechless, "I'm hungry."
She sighed and looked down at the child.
Beibei only felt so energetic when he was eating female slaves, and his eyes were still closed.
Her little face is soft and much prettier than when she was born, especially her eyes.
Eating it slurpingly is very powerful.
After eating, the little guy rarely cried twice. He started crying when he put it down. Yan Han stood up and said to Song Xiang, "I'll hold him."
"Um."
The couple works together perfectly.
Song Xiang simply straightened his clothes and handed the little guy into Yan Han's arms.
The man walked slowly around the room with the child in his arms, his technique already very skillful.
Song Xiang leaned on the bedside, thinking of what happened during the day, and said: "If you have a daughter, you must also be a daughter slave."
Yan Han glanced at her and said, "Huh?"
"I thought you were going to make things more difficult for Lan Jingyu, but you ended up making trouble everywhere." Song Xiang said.
Yan Han said: "That fish is really hard to catch."
Song Xiang laughed and didn't elaborate.
She has followed him for many years, how could she not know his level.
Not to mention him, even Lu Zechen and Yu Tianyu were educated by elites since childhood. They were ignorant of everything from philosophy and astronomy to folk customs.
Although he is arrogant, he is never ambiguous when socializing.
There are many elderly people in the imperial capital who love fishing. They used to socialize with him, and it’s not like they have never seen him fishing.
Yan Han paused for a moment, then said after a moment: "I'm just coaxing that idiot Li Ying."
Song Xiang raised her lips and joked: "Aren't you afraid that your daughter will be deceived?"
Yan Han said: "Lan Jingyu went to Li's house for dinner."
Song Xiang understood.
How could a person who even nodded his head like Mr. Li be so bad?
"Then you are still exclusive, so just blend in together as soon as possible."
Yan Han raised his head and said seriously: "Everyone has been exposed to the rain, so he can't have an umbrella alone."
Song Xiang: "..."
The indoor light was warm, and Beibei occasionally hummed once or twice, and gradually stopped crying.
The young couple talked softly.
Yan Han put Beibei down, sat at the table, and opened Song Xiang's computer.
Song Xiang lay down at ease and looked at him sideways, "Thank you for your hard work, Teacher Yan."
The man scanned the project carefully and glanced at her, "You have done projects that are more difficult than this one, but you can't do this one?"
Song Xiang pursed her lips, turned over and covered herself with the quilt, "Then I don't care, I just can't do it today, I need my husband to help me do it, otherwise I won't be able to sleep."