Haitong looked at him as if he had seen Yin fighting next year.

Now Zhan Yin hopes that the fetus will grow up quickly and come out to meet him. When he really becomes a daddy, it will be Ye Junbo now.

Even if you want to sleep in at home during your vacation, you can't do it.

Soon, Ye Junbo carried his son into the pavilion.

He nodded towards Haitong and said to Mu Qing: "Qingqing, this kid keeps crying even before he sees you when he wakes up. He can't even be coaxed. The housekeeper said you are here, so I will bring him to you."

Ye Yao saw his mother holding his sister. With tears in his eyes, he reached out to his mother and asked her to hug him.

Mu Qing first handed her daughter to Haitong to hold her, then took her son from her husband's hand, and then let Ye Junbo carry his precious daughter back to the house.

"Yanyan fell asleep again?"

"Well, I woke up, played for a while and went back to sleep. She didn't cry. I thought I would take her back to feed her later. After she fell asleep, I fed her again when she woke up. Has your son been fed?"

"I can't feed him. I have to hold him and feed him the milk powder before he is willing to eat it. When I feed him, it's like I added poison to the milk powder and he refuses to eat it."

Ye Junbo complained about how his son was treated differently.

He prepares the milk powder, but since he is a son, he doesn�t want him to feed him. As long as Mu Qing feeds him, it�s easy to handle if Mu Qing is not at home. As long as he is hungry, he will feed him no matter who feeds him. Although the boy loves to cry, he is also very clever.

"I'll feed him later. You take your daughter and go back to sleep. It's still a little cold outside."

Her son had already put on his coat, and Mu Qing checked to see if his son's clothes would be cold.

Ye Junbo hugged his sleeping daughter, and from time to time he would lower his head and kiss his daughter's face.

Haitong watched him hug Jun Yan and pull away, and said to Mu Qing with a smile: "Young Master Ye treats her differently. He seems impatient with his son, but he is very precious to his daughter."

"He has always been a slave to his daughter. He is his daughter."

Mu Qing coaxed her son and handed the little boy into her hands. He soon stopped crying.

She took out a piece of paper and carried it with her. She didn't like carrying paper with her before, but she has developed this habit since becoming a mother.

I took out two pieces of paper and wiped my son's tears and nose, and said to my son, "You still howled so loudly when your father was with you. People who didn't know better would have thought you were beaten by your father."

Ye Yao hugged her neck, then quickly let go, turned around in her, put his hands on the stone table, patted the table, then raised his right foot, trying to climb onto the stone table.

Haitong teased him: "Ye Yao won't cry anymore."

When Ye Yao was watching him in Hai Tong, he would look at Hai Tong and know that he was watching Ye Yao.

"Ahh..." JrNovels.com