How could Zhan Hanjue let her help Yu Chengqian? Yu Chengqian was obsessed with Zheng Ling. If Zheng Ling helped him, his gratitude to Zheng Ling might turn into deep love.

Zhan Hanjue took Zheng Ling's hand and said, "Zheng Ling, sit down. I'll help him."

Zheng Ling looked at Zhan Hanjue suspiciously. In her heart, raising children was not a man's specialty at all. So she asked, "Brother Jue, can you do that?"

Zhan Hanjue smiled and reminded her: "Don't forget who brought Susu up."

Zheng Ling smiled lightly. "Go."

When Zhan Hanjue came to the courtyard, he saw Yu Chengqian was sweating profusely from exhaustion, his movements were stiff like a zombie, and he was holding the child at a loss.

Lord Zhan Han said contemptuously: "You have the nerve to say that."

Then regardless of Yu Chengqian's objections, he stubbornly snatched the child over. He held the child with one hand and gently supported the child's back with the other hand. He looked extremely relaxed.

He walked up to Yu Chengqian gracefully and said coldly: "Give me the child!"

Yu Chengqian stared at him speechlessly, "This is my son. I can't even take him. Do you think you can do it?"

Yu Chengqian looked at the child in surprise, and finally sighed: "This little guy, does he know who your biological father is?"

Zhan Hanjue glanced at him, "As the child's biological father, the child is nine months old. He can't hold the child, and he doesn't know why the child is crying. Yu Chengqian, you have two words written on your face: failure.

After such a failure, are you still trying to pursue my Zhengling? My Zhengling is recognized as the sweet princess who I raised as a canary, and she can’t do anything. Please think about it before you fall in love with her, don’t you?

suitable."

"Chenchen, uncle will take you to drink milk."

Chenchen's shackled posture was finally freed, and the child's crying gradually stopped.

Yu Chengqian muttered: "What does it matter if you can't do housework? As long as you have money, you can hire a nanny at home. If ten are not enough, there will be a hundred. Is it possible that I can't take care of Zheng Ling?"

Zhan Hanjue said: "My Zhengling doesn't like having a nanny at home."

Yu Chengqian was choked and speechless.

He is a spoiled young master. He never does housework. He will definitely not be able to serve Zheng Ling.

Lord Zhan Han said arrogantly: "From the day I met Zheng Ling, I moved out of Bixi Manor and got rid of the life of having clothes to eat and food to open my mouth. Like ordinary people, I have to support myself."

He glanced at Yu Chengqian and said sarcastically: "It's not like you, who have lived half a life with only a follower behind you."

Yu Chengqian was dumbfounded.

"How did you get here all these years?" Yu Chengqian suddenly sympathized with Zhan Hanjue.

"Yu Chengqian, adjust the milk."

Yu Chengqian looked at the scattered tableware and didn't know where to start.

Yu Chengqian: "..."

The servant placed Chenchen's milk powder, milk bottles, hot water and other utensils on the wooden table in the wooden pavilion in the courtyard, and Lord Zhan Han walked over with Chenchen in his arms.

It was only when pouring water that he discovered that with milk powder, it was impossible to accurately measure the amount of water to 200 milliliters.

Zhan Hanjue stared at him speechlessly, "If you fail to succeed, you will fail."

Zhan Hanjue gave step-by-step instructions: "Open the bottle, pour 200 ml of water, and scoop out four spoons of milk powder."

Yu Chengqian hated Zhan Hanjue's condescending attitude very much. So he changed the steps very unconvinced, scooping out the milk powder first, and then pouring the water.

Yu Chengqian could only make mistakes, but he was sincerely convinced: "You are very suitable to be a nanny."

Then, he was unconvinced and joked: "What's the use of knowing so much parenting knowledge? Apart from showing off in front of me, is there any chance to practice it?"

Zhan Hanjue said arrogantly: "Don't worry. Zheng Ling promised to give me a son."


Chapter completed!