At noon, Ye Qianmo finished his morning's work and came to pick up Xia Youxin for dinner.

"Mo, it makes me feel bad when you run around like this. I can just eat whatever I want at noon. Please stop coming to eat with me every day, okay?"

"No. If I don't look at you, you just eat randomly."

"I promise not to eat randomly. Didn't you send Xia Yiqing to follow me? Let him supervise you." Xia Youxin really felt sorry for Ye Qianmo, that's why he said this, he could hear it.

"I don't trust anyone who supervises you. I want to watch it myself. The main thing is that I want to watch you so that I can have a good appetite."

"real?"

"Little one!" He rubbed her hair, put his arm around her waist, and said softly: "Stop arguing, it's getting more and more verbose."

"Okay, then I won't argue. But you have to promise me that if you are tired, you will not accompany me. Don't force me. I don't like to force people."

"I know!" Ye Qianmo frowned pretending to be unhappy, and Xia Youxin stuck out her tongue at him, feeling sweet in her heart.

…

It's easy to find a confinement nanny, but not a nanny. After Lin Ling accepted the task, he sent several waves of people to find the right person.

She is a careful person. As soon as she heard the order, she asked the professionals for advice. It is best to find a wet nurse of the same month for the child, because the composition of breast milk will vary with the month of production.

The mother's nutrition needs to be adjusted automatically in the corresponding month, which makes it more difficult to find a suitable confinement nanny.

At around four o'clock in the afternoon, Lin Ling found two suitable wet nurses. After reporting to Ye Qianmo, she took them to the hospital.

This was not a trivial matter for a child. Ye Qianmo finished his work and went to the hospital, arriving earlier than Lin Ling.

"Qian Mo, are you done?" When Song Wanting saw Ye Qianmo coming again, she didn't show any surprise like she did in the morning.

She could tell that Ye Qianmo was not satisfied with her performance. Her mother came in the morning, sent people out, and told her privately not to be impatient.

"Ye Qianmo is not someone who is easy to fool. Think about it, besides hiding the pregnancy from him, what other things did you hide from him?"

"I understand, why are you always stressing? If I can carry the child behind his back, I will definitely make him change his mind and take care of himself." Song Wanting put her hand on the child's tender face and stroked it gently.

twice.

"Auntie!" Ye Qianmo also greeted Mrs. Song symbolically.

"Qianmo." Mrs. Song called Ye Qianmo lukewarmly, no longer overly enthusiastic. It didn't matter what Ye Qianmo's attitude towards Mrs. Song was.

"The child is very good. He hasn't cried or made any fuss all day. The confinement sisters took good care of him and responded quickly." Song Wanting said softly. Compared with the morning, she had also changed. At least she focused on the child.

Yes. Ye Qianmo is quite satisfied with her transformation.

While the two were talking, Xiaoye Zhengheng, who was on the children's bed, woke up and hummed twice.

Li Yuesao, who was responsible for holding the child, quickly stepped forward and picked up the child. Seeing that the child's mouth was opening and closing, she directly sent the child to Wanting Song and said: "Miss Song, the child's mouth is moving, he should be feeding."

At this time, Lin Ling and her confinement sister-in-law also arrived. They knocked on the door and came in. Ye Qianmo said to Song Wanting who wanted to breastfeed: "I asked Lin Ling to find two people to help with breastfeeding and let them try. If the child eats

You can feel more relaxed about their breasts."

Wanting Song and Mrs. Song looked at each other, their hearts sinking. They understood that it was what Wanting Song had done in the past two days that made Ye Qianmo alert. He was tantamount to trying to snatch the child away.

On the surface, he was telling Song Wanting to relax, as if he was thinking about her and making it difficult for her to refute.

"Qian Mo, I'm not tired of breastfeeding. You don't need to share it with others. My milk supply should be sufficient. My confinement sister-in-law knows how to promote lactation. If you give me a massage, my milk supply will be more abundant. No one can produce as much milk as the child's mother.
Chapter completed!