Ling Ang looked at the child with an unconcealed warmth on his face, "I think feeding the child is also a kind of happiness. Seeing the child sucking milk in big mouthfuls, he felt an indescribable joy in his heart."
"I'm afraid you will have to work tomorrow. Now it's so late, you should go and rest."
He held the bottle in one hand and hugged the child to a height equal to his chest with the other. He gently tapped the child's small lips with his pacifier, indicating that the baby had milk to drink.
As soon as the baby smells the milk, he immediately sucks it in front of the pacifier, and looks very happy.
Seeing that he looked very professional, Wang Aoshuang couldn't help but ask: "Why do you understand better than me?"
"Of course, I spent a lot of time learning from doctors when I was in the hospital. I not only have to be a competent husband, but also a competent father."
She looked at his serious and meticulous expression, and a happy smile appeared on her lips, "It's so happy that a child has such a father."
He looked up at her, his black eyes filled with satisfaction, "It is my greatest happiness to have you and the baby."
She smiled faintly, pressed her chin against his shoulder and watched the baby drinking milk happily.
After a while, the baby drank dozens of milliliters of milk.
Ling Ang hugged the child upright, lying him carefully on his shoulders, gently patting his back with his palm, his voice as gentle as a lullaby, "Baby, Dad, help you pat the air in your stomach
, so you won’t vomit.”
"An, you are almost becoming a super daddy." She glanced at him with great admiration.
He raised his eyebrows slightly, without any concealment, "My wish is to be a model husband and a super dad."
The baby burped slightly, and Ling Ang knew that the air in his stomach was discharged, so he gently placed him on the crib and lie on his right side to let him sleep to prevent the baby from vomiting.
"Okay, after spending time with the baby, it's time to spend time with you." He sat back on the bed and gently hugged her shoulder, "When will we hold the wedding?"
She thought slightly, "It's a little late."
"When you were in Australia, didn't you say we would get married when the child was born?"
"Anyway, I already know your feelings for me, and it doesn't matter if I get the blessing of the old lady. This is the most perfect wedding."
Ling Ang gently stroked her face, with a little apology in his eyes, "I'm afraid I'm sorry if I don't hold a wedding with you."
"How can we say this? Anyway, we are already a couple in our hearts."
He kissed her forehead lightly, "You are so considerate."
She leaned comfortably in his arms, with a slight sadness between her eyebrows, "The old lady has never seen the baby. Will she not like him?"
"Don't think about it randomly. Grandma is very clear about right and wrong. Even if she doesn't support us, she will not involve the child."
"I hope."
He comforted her with a gentle voice, "Okay, don't think so much, take a shower and go to bed."
He stood up and picked her up and walked towards the bathroom, "Is the pain of the wound mild today?"
"Well, it's a little better than yesterday."
Indeed, when giving birth, the doctor cut three centimeters of the lower body when giving birth, and after giving birth, he sewed it again. After giving birth, the wound was always hot and made her sit
It hurts even when I stand, and it hurts even when I stand, and I feel restless.