"..." Li Yuanzhong glanced at his outstretched hand, but he hadn't touched Yi Ran yet. Why should he blame him?
"What's wrong with Yiran?" At this time, Lu Wanwan's voice sounded.
Because she had just been woken up, Lu Wanwan's voice was still a little hoarse, and one of her hands had already been subconsciously placed on the place where Li Yiran had slept just now.
After feeling empty, Lu Wanwan opened his eyes and saw Li Yuanzhong and Li Yiran who was crying in Tang Qiong's arms.
"Are you awake Wanwan? We accidentally woke up Yiran, and when she cried, she woke you up again..." Tang Qiong explained incoherently.
"It's okay, grandma. Yiran must be hungry, or maybe she has diarrhea. Give her to me."
Lu Wanwan learned countless experiences from An An, so he calmly took over Li Yiran from Tang Qiong.
Seeing Lu Wanwan lowering his head and unbuttoning his clothes with his other hand, Li Jingchen frowned, raised his hand to hold her hand down, and then said: "Honey, are you sleepy? Grandpa and grandma are still there.
Here it is."
Lu Wanwan reacted and said: "Oh, sorry, conditioned reflex."
What is "conditioned reflex"?
Li Jingchen's eyebrows knitted deeper.
Of course he didn't know how much a mother could do for her child who was waiting to be fed.
Children are always hungry easily, especially newborn babies, who basically need to be fed every 2 to 3 hours.
And it is impossible for Lu Wanwan to raise her children in an uninhabited "safe zone" every time.
Just like when she gave birth to An An, she was living in an ordinary hospital bed, surrounded by other mothers, their husbands, and relatives. What could she do?
Whenever An An cried, she would either close the curtain, or turn sideways, unbutton her collar and expose her side to feed him.
But what's the point? No one wants to watch a new mother's jokes.
What's more, when An An in his arms stopped crying, burped contentedly, and fell asleep peacefully again, Lu Wanwan only felt happy and had no time to care about anything else.
Same goes for other mommies.
Lu Wanwan looked down from the window and even discovered that they would be feeding their children in the garden downstairs of the hospital.
But most of the time, their husbands stand in front of them, blocking their sight.
At this time, Li Jingchen's voice sounded: "Grandpa and grandma, can you please go out for a while?"
Lu Wanwan smiled and said, "No need, isn't there a curtain? Just pull it up."
"Wife..." Li Jingchen has always had a strong possessive desire for her, so he still wanted to persuade her.
Lu Wanwan was much more free and easy than him: "Grandpa and grandma are old, so don't bother them."
As a last resort, Li Jingchen had no choice but to close the curtain for her.
Although he couldn't see anything through the curtain, Li Yuanzhong still turned around upright, looked at the wall in front of him, and joked: "A mother who becomes a mother for the second time is more experienced than a father who becomes a father for the first time."
Li Jingchen, who became a father for the first time, narrowed his eyes in displeasure because he had been absent from the first six years of An An's childhood.
but--
"I didn't know who it was just now. When Yiran was crying, he could only stare at the side and couldn't say a word for a long time."
Li Yuanzhong choked and said harshly: "Your grandma protected her so tightly, it affected my performance."
The grandfather and grandson bickered, which relieved a lot of embarrassment.