"Chatcha mother is so annoying?" Ai Fei muttered and climbed onto the big bed. (--Mobile phone station He lay down beside his wife open her knives: "What a pair of babies. Do they have to take one away?"

"There's no way." Jingzi felt that this was normal, it was simply normal: "It's Japanese that grandparents love boys, don't you know?"

"Yes, I know. But what about cute boy? Do you want it?" In Ai Fei's heart, he thought that his daughter was the one he loved the most, but, in this matter, he could not be the master of his parents. Since the day he moved to this manor, Ai Shinko tactfully expressed his desire to take Ai Shui away. In fact, it was impossible to even express it, and he almost didn't wait for him to make a decision to agree. The woman, as a grandmother, took the child away, saying that she wanted to help Jingzi raise the child. God knows that there are servants in the manor, mothers with children, and nanny who are dedicated to taking care of the child. Can the two babies not be taken care of?

On the contrary, it was Jingzi, but he did not show any surprises about this situation. During a conversation between husband and wife, Ai Fei realized that when she had just given birth to Yugongxun, she was also carried by her parents-in-law to raise her. For her, the love and attention of the grandson of the generations is very common, and there is no need to make a fuss.

Therefore, except for breastfeeding and dinner time every day, Ai Fei rarely sees his son. Of course, if he wants, he can also visit his son in his parents' room. He has been to the little baby several times, and he looks like a happy little guy under the love of his parents. The only regret that he may be because he has come too few times, and the child feels a sense of distance from him. Every time he sees him in, he always turns his face and lays on Ai Shinko's shoulder. He refuses to tease him.

Compared with his son, his daughter has become his pistachio: the laughter that he cannot get from his son seems to be double compensated by his daughter. Almost every time, as long as Ai Fei appears at the head of the bed, his daughter will immediately show him a happy smile, making the heart of the man who has just become a father full of warmth and sweetness.

Every time he returns home, Ai Fei always returns to the baby's baby room first, and what about his daughter? He gradually adapts to his father's life clock. Every time he comes back, his daughter always wakes up and has had milk under the nanny's service. After urinating, she is lying on her bed, waiting with her hands and feet, saying: "Hehe!"

"Cute, are you good today?" He bent down and picked up his daughter, and kissed her extremely tender face: "Do you miss your dad? Dad loves cute boy very much!"

"Whisper! The child greeted the man who was most familiar to life in his life in language that no one could understand. His fingers beat his father's face. The slightly stubble made her itch and her laughter became louder.

"Okay, I don't understand. But just think you are good." He hugged his daughter and walked around the house: "Madam Henglu, hasn't the wife come back yet?"

"Hi Ka!" The one who serves as the daily care of the children is the steadfast. (The fastest update - the Qiao-year-old woman is very strange in her heart: she is a lord" The housekeeper's wife has been there for many years. In fact, even Tokugawa Kisan, who passed away last year, grew up under her care. But whether it is the previous owner or any man who has heard of or seen, he never knew that a man actually showed such enthusiasm and love for his children or a woman?

"Sorry, what did you say?"

"I mean, Jingzi hasn't come back yet?"

"Ah, Hi Wei! The lady hasn't come back yet, but Miss Taki has come back once and has brought the milk."

Ai Fei held the child and sighed in his heart, without saying a word. He knew that his wife had become more and more proficient in the company and received more and more support from employees, and had begun to fall in love with the pleasure brought by this right. Even the most important task of raising children every day became dispensable in her opinion: isn't this? Every day she would rather let Tamurika take the bottle containing breast milk home by car than to delay a little work time! Alas, I really don't know if this continues, will it be happy or sad for her family?

"Wuwuwuwu!" The child seemed to see his father's absent-mindedness and called out: "Okay okay. I heard that, you little slut! Hehe!"

Ai Fei hugged his daughter and walked around the room. Immediately, the clear laughter echoed in the room again.

The father and daughter played for a while, and he walked out of the baby room with the child in his arms: "Henglujun? I'll take the child to see her brother. I'll come back later."

"Hi! Please walk slowly." Although the man had walked out of the door with his child in his arms, Henglu Limu still saluted respectfully behind him.

Singing songs that no one in this era has been shocked to understand, and carrying the child to the parents' bedroom all the way: "Mom, I'm disturbing!"

"Are you carrying the wormwood? Come in."

Pushing the door and going in. Mom was sitting on the carpet teasing Ai Shuisheng, who was covered in red and playing: "Come on, Mr. Cultivation, come here?"

Poor little Ai Jun, who was less than 2 months old, could not even turn over. As a woman, let him crawl? Ai Fei stood there with his daughter in his arms, watching quietly. Even the daughter in his arms seemed very novel. His big black eyes looked at the bare-butt child on the blanket, and his breathing became calm.

Aishi Sung was placed on the carpet. Don’t mention the grievances in his heart: This is so hard to do. I barely raised my head and glanced up. Who was the one wearing only one pocket? He seemed very happy? The child, who became more and more aggrieved the more he thought about it, finally buried his little face in the carpet and cried loudly with a "guw".

"What's wrong? What's wrong?" After all, it was his own blood. Seeing his son crying loudly, Ai Fei felt distressed and hurried over to hug him, but stopped him by his mother: "Bu Aijun, wait a while before hugging him!"

"Wait?"

"We must start to cultivate the courage and ability of the Cultivator from the young age."

"You're done!" This was the first time Ai Fei expressed his direct dissatisfaction with his mother: "He is less than 2 months old. Mom. If you and your father are taking care of the child in this way, I have to consider taking the child away and raising him."

As he spoke, he put down his daughter and picked up Aishi-Shenjun who was crying: "So good, so good, dad, come and hug you."

This time, my son did not refuse his hug, but instead stared at the man who comforted him with tears in his eyes: "Be good! Are you a boy? Hello, you don't know your sister yet, right?

My daughter's fat little hands rubbed her eyes, and lay there, looking at her father talking to the bare-butt child, and suddenly stretched out her arms: "Weikai!"

"You want to hug you too?" There was no way. Ai Fei really liked his daughter very much, and seemed to be unwilling to go against her thoughts at all, so he had to free up an arm and hug her: "Let's go out for a walk? The weather is very good today."

Ai Jun?" Ai Shinko called out, "Wait a moment, send the child back?"

"Let's talk about it later."

The bright sunshine spread across the grass through the lush branches and leaves, warm and comfortable. Ai Fei put down his two children, lay down on one side, and pulled it out casually, and pulled it over: "Well, you're wrong, you're not your sister."

"Hehe!" The baby who had been in close contact with nature for the first time was laughing happily. The happy laughter infected everyone who could see them. Even Mr. Henglu, who had always been extremely old-fashioned, curled up the corners of his mouth.

"Mr. Henglu?"

"Hi Wei! Sir, what are your instructions?"

"Please go to my study and bring my painting board and brush?"

"Yes, sir, come right away."

The young father sat cross-legged and his eyes fell on the two children next to him. His son and daughter were covered in grass, but he ignored them and continued to lie there happily playing. Such a scene fell in the eyes of a man with a little talent for painting, which was simply beautiful material!

The brush in my hand moved quickly, and in a short while, a happy picture appeared. Take it away and take a look: Well, it’s very good.

"When the children grow up and see such a picture, I will definitely be grateful for everything my father did for them, right?"

Ai Fei raised his face: "Oh, are you back?"

"Hi Wei!" Jingzi fiddled with the corner of her skirt and sat down beside the man: "Thank you for your hard work."

"It's okay. I'm back soon." Ai Fei didn't seem to have much emotion in his voice, so he put the picture aside. He slowly crawled to the children and gave them a kiss: "Hey, babies. Mom is back."

Jingzi sighed silently: She knew that men were very dissatisfied with her behavior of only focusing on work and not caring about children? Following him and crawled over like two puppies: "Shengshengjun, Mengzijun? Am I a mother?"

The children didn't know the meaning of the word mother, but they just smiled with a teeth-free mouth, dancing and making people feel pity!

The couple walked into the building with their children in one hand: "Good afternoon, ma'am."

"Good afternoon, Henglujun." Jingzi answered quickly and caught up with the man in front with the same rapid pace: "Xiao Aijun?"

"Um?"

"I mean "husband" She put the child on the other hand and closer to her husband: "Until now, I still can't adapt to Henglujun.

“How to say it?”

"Every time he sees me, he has to bow and salute very seriously. It seems that he only saw me a long time later."

"He comes from such a person." Ai Fei also knew what she was saying: "I talked to him about such things, hoping that he could speak to his family in a more natural way, but he didn't want to listen at all. However, Jingzi, don't you think someone is excited when calling your wife?"

"Talk!" Jingzi smiled and said, "What can't be concealed is that it is indeed the case."

"What?"

"Husband, I dreamed of you last night"

"Wow! You little erotic girl!" Ai Fei smiled badly: "Tell me, do you want to

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"Talent" is not!" Jing Zi's face turned shy: "Talent is not. It's just that. My mother-in-law told me that my current body is OK."

"Really? Then, I'll check it out tonight. Hehehe!"

When I heard the jokes from two adults, Huaifeng's child also started singing loudly.

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"Oh, no! Husband, I feel so sad, really "I can't do it!" The woman's sharp moan came from the bedroom late at night: "Honey, I'm sorry!"

The man turned over with dissatisfaction. He pulled the order to cover Jing Chi's body, breathed in a messy way and lit up the light at the head of the bed. The expression on his face was extremely depressed: "What's wrong with you?"

"Ouch! Sorry, husband, I'm really uncomfortable. Ah, it's bleeding!"

Ai Fei was panicked and looked down. Isn't it? Bloodshots in his wife's lower body were oozing, and the bed sheets under his buttocks were dyed a little red: "Oh no. I'm really bleeding! Let's take you to the hospital, right?"

"No, don't!" It would be easier to kill her than to let others know that they were bleeding while in the room with their husbands. Jingzi held her husband's hand in a panic: "No, husband, I have nothing to do, maybe I'll wait tomorrow."

"How can this work?" Ai Fei turned over and got out of bed: "I'll call the driver."

"No!" Jingzi didn't care about his body, so he chased him from behind and hugged him: "No, husband, if you know about it, Jingzi will not be able to survive!"

"But...but your body?"

"Nothing, nothing. At most, at most, I will let Takiko and me go to the hospital tomorrow. There are only two women to go. Isn't that okay?"

"Okay, but you have to promise that you must go to the hospital tomorrow."

"I promise, I promise."

This happened, leaving him completely devoid of passion. He put on his underwear again, waited at the bathroom door for a while, and stopped when he heard the sound of water inside: "Hey, do you feel better?"

"It's much better." She walked out with a bath towel around her chest, and her hair was still wet: "I'm sorry, husband, tonight." Are you very uncomfortable?"

"It's nothing." He hugged his wife's shoulder and walked towards the bed: "Your body is sick, uh, it may not be considered a disease, it's just that you have a bad rest after giving birth. After a while, you will recover. Then, I'll compensate me again."

"Well, then, Jingzi will definitely compensate you well."

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