Fu Shiting's Adam's apple rolled, and he said with a puzzled look: "He was crying just now, so I fed him milk. As a result, he vomited after drinking it. Is it my way?"

Qin Anan suddenly realized, walked to him and glanced at the child.

There was still a little white milk foam on Ziqiu's mouth.

"Children spit up. Just wait until he's older."

"But when you breastfeed him in the afternoon, he doesn't vomit." He wondered which step he had gone wrong.

It is no exaggeration to say that the bottle of milk that Ziqiu had just drank almost spit out, causing his shirt to be completely wet.

Seeing his sincere question, she helped him analyze the problem: "When pouring milk, be careful not to let too much air into the bottle. After the child has finished eating milk, hold him upright for a while. Sometimes, no matter how careful he is, he will still spit up. . It's not entirely your problem, he's spitting up at his age."

Fu Shiting heaved a sigh of relief: "He vomited all the milk he drank just now. Will he be hungry? Would you like to make another bottle for him?"

"No. He's not crying right now, which means he's not hungry." She took the child from his arms and looked at his milk-soaked breast, "Go take a bath! You smell like milk."

Not only was he full of a milky smell, he felt that the whole room had this smell.

He entered the bathroom, Qin Anan put his son on the bed, wiped his mouth with a wet tissue, and then asked softly: "Baby, Dad hugs you, are you happy? You spit up milk and scared Dad! Your dad can Not a coward! He cares about you and that's why he's nervous."

She babbled and changed Ziqiu's saliva towel with a clean one.

After Ziqiu changed into a clean saliva towel, his small mouth grinned and his smile was particularly cute.

He can laugh now, but when he laughs, he usually does not make a sound, and he laughs very quietly.

"Did you laugh at your father? If you laugh at him, he must be very happy." Qin Anan picked up his son, "He said he would take care of you tonight, but I was a little worried. It's not that I'm afraid. He can't take care of you well, but he hurt his head today..."

Just after Qin Anan expressed his concerns, the door was knocked.

She carried the child to the door and opened it.

"An An, let me take Ziqiu tonight!" Sister Zhang said with a smile, "Isn't Mr. injured? I'm afraid Ziqiu will disturb him to rest."

Ziqiu wakes up every two or three hours to drink milk.

Even if Qin An'an takes care of the children, Fu Shiting will definitely be disturbed.

Qin Anan didn't think too much, and gave the child to Mrs. Zhang, "He just ate milk, but he vomited a lot."

"Okay. Rest early." Sister Zhang helped her close the door.

Fu Shiting came out of the bath and saw her lying on the bed playing with her mobile phone, and the child was nowhere to be seen, so he asked, "Where's Ziqiu?"

"Sister Zhang took her away. She was afraid that the child would harass you to rest." She put down her phone and looked at him, her face flushed, "Why don't you wear clothes?"

"I don't have pajamas." He walked to the bed and sat down. "I don't want to wear other men's clothes and sleep in the same bed with you."

Qin An'an: "..."

"Do you have any waterproof bandages at home?" he asked seriously, "I want to wash my hair."

"You can go to the barber shop," she suggested. "I'll take you there tomorrow. It's very late today, so go to bed first!"

She didn't have a lunch break at noon, so she was very sleepy at the moment.

He raised his hand to turn off the light and lay down beside her.

"Qin An'an, hire another nanny!" He didn't want to tell her that when he was taking a bath just now, he found that his arm was a little sore.

He started taking the children in the evening, only for a few hours.

Qin Anan takes children every day, how can she bear it?

He works out all year round and has good physical fitness. But having kids is different from exercising. It is impossible to do lifts all the time in the gym, but it takes a long time to hold the child with the child... Even if the child is small, there are about ten pounds.

"I also have this plan. But I'll talk about it when I go back to China." Her voice gradually became hoarse, as if she was about to fall asleep. JrNovels.com