Aunt Cui staggered due to her eager pace, and quickly stabilized her body and said: "Wangzi was slightly ill a while ago, and I was also very anxious. Fortunately, I asked Dr. Xu to check his pulse and give him medicine, and he gradually got better. The child is in Bisha.
He fell asleep in the closet, please keep your voice down so as not to wake him up."
Ye Zhenzhen subconsciously breathed softly and tiptoed into the blue gauze cabinet. The child was too weak to put ice on the ice, so the maid could only slowly fan herself. Qiu Wu and Yuxiu were on duty today. They saw Ye Zhenzhen.
At that moment, Zhen Zhen's eyes burst out with great joy and excitement. Ye Zhen Zhen made a silent gesture in time to prevent them from making any noise.
However, Ye Zhenzhen had no time to look at him at this time. All her attention was attracted by the child in the cradle - the little baby was lying quietly in the cradle, with a chubby little face that was white and tender, and bright red.
The little mouth smacks a few times from time to time, and accompanied by slurping sounds, it must be that he is dreaming of drinking milk, and he occasionally giggles, which is so cute.
Ye Zhenzhen's heart almost melted because of his smile, she couldn't hide the love and kindness in her eyes. When she left Beijing, Wangzi was only four months old, and now he is seven months old. The child looks different every day, and now he is already seven months old.
It was so different that if it weren't for the familiar facial features and the heart-to-heart connection between mother and child, she would hardly dare to recognize that this was her child.
He was so cute, like a little angel who had descended into the world. He was so beautiful that she doubted whether she could give birth to such a cute child.
She missed an important moment of growth and change for her child, which will become her eternal regret. However, she has been in a dilemma since ancient times. If she has another chance to choose, she will definitely make the same choice.
However, the heart will be condemned and tortured.
Ye Zhenzhen was so sad that she couldn't help but reached out and touched the child's fist on one side. The fleshy touch came from between her fingers, instantly giving her endless strength and comfort. For a moment, she felt like a
He chuckled like a fool, his eyes lingering on the child's face, and he couldn't bear to leave for a moment.
At this moment, Ye Zhenzhen's fingers suddenly tightened. It turned out that Wangzi had dreamed of something. He suddenly let go and held her fingers. His two chubby hands were nervously guarding her, as if he was defending his own rations.
The round little face also showed a fierce expression in response to the situation, which almost made people's hearts cute.
When Aunt Cui saw this scene, she immediately smiled and said in a low voice to Ye Zhenzhen: "Wangzi must have dreamed that others were robbing him of his food rations. This child is very protective of his food. A few days ago, the child from my nanny's family came to the house.
The wet nurse was breastfeeding her child and Wang Zai saw it, and she burst into tears and was so frightened that the wet nurse never dared to bring her child to the house again."
For Aunt Cui, a grandmother, this incident was too funny, but to Ye Zhenzhen, a mother, it was as painful as a needle pricking her heart.
Her child should have been fed by her, and even if she was feeding him, he should be protecting her, not some other nanny with whom she had no relationship. Although it was very wrong to think this way, Ye Zhenzhen had to admit that she was jealous.
She was jealous of her son's exclusive desire for the nanny, jealous of their closeness, and most importantly, she was afraid that her child would forget her and would not be close to her even if she came back.
After all, she no longer has milk to feed her son.