Mr. Jiang looked at his palms and felt helpless, "I'm old, I can't even hold my own daughter."
The last time I held my daughter was when she was five years old. My daughter was wearing a white princess dress. Mr. Jiang was still impressed by the small sandals on her feet. They were small red leather shoes. She wore a sparkling diamond card on her head and stretched out her arms.
Open your arms and run towards him.
While running, he shouted, "Daddy is off work, let's hug Momo."
Scenes like this were memories that Mr. Jiang had hidden away for fifteen years.
Mr. Jiang leaned on the sofa. Only after his daughter fell asleep did he dare to vent his sorrow.
Tears flowed from the corners of his eyes, and they would continue to flow after he wiped them dry with his palms.
In the end, for fear of waking up his daughter, he could only suppress his sadness in a low voice.
Jiang Momo, who was "asleep", tears fell drop by drop on the sleeves of Mr. Jiang's pajamas...
The Chinese New Year is about to come, and the little guy also went to the hospital for a physical examination. The doctor grabbed the little guy's limbs like a toy to check. He directly lifted the little guy's hands with both hands and pulled him up.
Gu Nuanxi was frightened by the sight. She reminded the doctor, "Doctor, my son looks strong. Don't drag my son to pieces. I am ten months pregnant and this is my only baby. Please be careful."
The doctor ignored the worried Mrs. Jiang and continued to make vigorous inspections, "It won't go away. Don't worry, it's quite strong."
Gu Nuanxi retorted, "No, he is just fat. He looks strong, but his soft body is actually weak."
The little guy turned his face and looked in the direction of his mother, his aggrieved eyes wanting his mother to hug him~
On the way to bring the baby for examination, she met the same mother, whose children were all small and skinny. Only then did Gu Nuanxi realize that her baby was very milky, white and fat.
Other mothers even came over to ask Gu Nuanxi how to raise their children, "How many months have you been at home? What kind of milk powder does your child drink? He looks so happy. You are so good at taking care of your child."
Gu Nuanxi was a little embarrassed by these words of praise. She was also a new mother, but because her baby had eaten a lot of meat, she was praised for her ability to take care of children. Her son really brought glory to her face.
"My son has been exclusively breastfed for two months. He doesn't drink milk powder. His father tried several times and couldn't feed him."
One person said enviously: "Then your milk is very abundant, so it's very good."
Gu Nuanxi nodded, this is true.
But my son is fat, and he also has problems with being fat.
For example, my arms feel sore after being hugged for a while.
Jiang Chenshao almost always carries the children except when he pays the fees.
Gu Nuanxi was still deliberately happily accusing her husband, "You said that you are a big CEO, you are short of money or people, and you have to go in person to pay. People always ask assistants to go, or directly ask nannies to come, and you are the best
Special. From your wife's prenatal check-up to your son's birth check-up, you never missed a beat."
Jiang Chenshao asked back: "The president is not a human being? As a father, the president must be so busy that he misses all the check-ups of his wife and son? Am I a useless assistant who doesn't work in the company every day and takes care of my housework for me? Is the nanny omnipotent?"
"Then the CEO is like this, why aren't you?" Gu Nuanxi got the advantage and behaved well. Her words were full of sweet little happiness, and the eyes of everyone she looked at were filled with deep love.
Jiang Chenshao knew exactly what his wife wanted to hear, "Because I love you and I love him."
Gu Nuanxi hugged her husband's waist in the parking lot in public, "Husband, I love you too, and I love him too."
The one in his arms struggled to say "Ouch" and wanted to have a few words with his parents again.