Chapter 55: Raise children

The two men held the child for a while and suddenly saw the little guy woke up, his head groaning and his mouth squirming.
Zong Zhenglin had more than one morning to adapt to Mu Xiyao’s acquaintance. It was estimated that his son should be hungry and he indicated that Mu Xiyao gave him the child.
"I want to be hungry, let the milk thistle feed him." Zong Zhenglin looked at Mu Xiyao's confused look and reached out to hug.
"Feeding?" Mu Xiyao heard awakening, but she intended to feed the buns herself. How can breast milk be so good?
I don't know if there is a custom in which Wei Wei can't breastfeed herself? It’s all about making the milk thistle, and the fun of carrying a small steamed buns can be lost.
Looking up at the man's handsome face, Mu Xiyao intends to give it a try. After all, Zong Zhenglin has been negotiating with her on small matters. Perhaps this man can understand her heart for her children.
"His Royal Highness," Mu Xiyao gently pulled his chest, "I have read the book, saying that breast milk is good for children, and can help children grow stronger."
The beauty of the water is looking at him. "Can you let him feed him personally?" All eyes are hopeful and longing.
Zong Zhenglin’s brows are slightly embarrassing, but he has never heard of the predecessors of the family’s personal breastfeeding. Even the emperor of the palace is born and handed over to the milk, and brought to the age of three.
However, Mu Xiyao should not talk about it in this regard. When the mother is not, she will not take her own child seriously. Seeing her staring at her son is full of joy, it is clearly loved to the bones.
Zong Zhenglin turned to think that those who are in poverty are also women feeding themselves. What kind of are there, and the children are not growing up like adults?
"Do you really want to breastfeed yourself?" The big hand slowly rubbed her long hair.
Mu Xiyao saw Zong Zhenglin's attitude loose, and nodded quickly, and his eyes were firm.
It is rare to see a small woman so stubborn, Zong Zhenglin called Zhao Yu to inquire, to determine that there will be no damage to the mother, and nodded to the matter.
Mu Xiyao's small face immediately brightened up, and there was no scruping about Zhao Wei. He looked up at Zong Zhenglin's chin and screamed loudly.
Sixth Highness was stunned by her sudden relatives, and she pinched her nose and laughed at her forehead. "It's so sweet, so straightforward."
Mu Xiyao did not take the boss's flattering embarrassment, justifiably strong, eyebrows flying and dancing, "Well begging a good husband, why not?" The words are full of publicity.
Zong Zhenglin laughed and was really used. See also the little woman's eyebrows, the ghosts are so powerful, and the person is a bite.
Zhao Wei was stunned by the dizziness of the two masters, silently retreating, leaving the family to be very happy inside.
In the middle of the small buns, I waited for a long time, no one took care of it, and immediately did not do it. Wow, I cried, and I was shocked that the two immediately separated and looked down.
I saw the little guy with a small mouth and cried very hard.
Mu Xiyao hurriedly pulled the clothes and asked for breastfeeding. Only the last pockets were found to be wrong. How did the man next to him sit downright and have no intention of avoiding it? ?
"His Royal Highness," Mu Xiyao screamed, his eyes indicating that he could temporarily go out to avoid it, so as not to be embarrassed. I don’t know how to look up and look into the deep phoenix of the man.
Zong Zhenglin relied on sitting on the bed, his eyes burning and shining, staring at the woman's more enchanting body, the phoenix eyes, the eyebrows pick, indicating that she had to go to the last pocket.
"His Royal Highness ~ ~" Mu Xiyao Jiao Yan, see this man's virtues know that there is no hope, there is a red face, awkwardly biased to the body, blocking his unscrupulous eyes, not forgetting to look at him.
Zong Zhenglin was empty for a few months, and she was intrigued by her inadvertent glimpse.
Condescending to look at Mu Xiyao to the final cover, Zong Zhenglin Feng Feng Guanghua is more prosperous.
Mu Xiyao sideways, can feel the burning behind the line of sight, face blush, secretly from the six halls under the temple, there is no exercise, voyeurism is done.
Finally, the son is important. Mu Xiyao held the side full of the little guy's mouth, and saw the little steamed buns swaying his head. The small mouth smashed it with the top, and the scorpion sucked up. However, after taking a few mouthfuls, he blushes and licks his mouth like crying.
Mu Xiyao looked at his son's strength, and did not out a bite. He was also anxious. He was calling Zhao to come in to help. He didn't want the whole person to be smashed by Zong Zhenglin. With him, his face turned red.
I was about to speak, but I saw the man coming over and looking at the serious comfort. "Don’t worry, this temple will help your son."
After the words are finished, the people have come together.
Mu Xiyao was ashamed of Zong Zhenglin’s extremely shameless response. This is the six priests who are full of praises, strict and correct, and not good women. When they licked their dog's eyes, the man clearly understood that he was born with a hungry wolf.
Zong Zhenglin felt that the slightly sweet milk was suddenly entering, warm and silky, and extremely delicious. I didn’t feel it sucking twice, and I was tempted to swear by Mu Xiyao and angered and called, "His Royal Highness!"
The man ate the tofu and his son grabbed the colostrum. The more you live, the less you look.
Zong Zhenglin was not willing to leave the place, watching his son rushed up and savoured sweet.
Waiting for the little guy's big fist to put on the front of Mu Xiyao, Zong Zhenglin's face was so heavy that he gently put his small hand on his side, causing the little guy to be dissatisfied with the two to continue to feed.
Mu Xiyao stunned him with his eyes. This man is really stingy, and your son has bumped into it. He also counted with the children.
Zong Zhenglin was instigated, and was stunned by the scorpion of Mu Xiyao. Then he looked at the son who had abundance. He did not respond to Mu Xiyao’s contempt, and directly changed his position. He bowed to occupy the other side.
"Ah~~" Mu Xiyao was softened by Zong Zhenglin's sudden appearance. Holding his son in his hand, he can't be patient with him.
Looking down at the little steamed buns, it is not the same thing as Zong Zhenglin. The breastfeeding of such love has been stirred up by this man, and it has changed immediately.
Mu Xiyao became angry and angered. He held his son with one hand, and the small vacant hand pulled his hair. But the man ironed his heart, and also bite her like a revenge, and Mu Muyao screwed his ear.
Zong Zhenglin grabbed her little hand and patted it, indicating that if he had to make another noise, he immediately packed her up.
Mu Xiyao was weak, but she looked at her big and small heads and squeezed her chest. Her face burned badly.
If this is known to be so ridiculous to her and the six halls, how can I go out to meet people?
When the little things were full, Zong Zhenglin pulled over the sheet to cover Mu Xiyao's body and called Zhao to come in to hug his son and go outside to find the milk. Then he looked back and looked at Mu Xiyao's slight wink.
The little woman had just pulled and screwed up, and now she had no son, just to clean up her wild son.
When Mu Xiyao looked at Zong Zhenglin's appearance, he knew that this bag was hiding his heart, his eyes turned, and the demon enchanted his tent. "His Royal Highness, you can't wait." The gloating in the beauty of the United States is full of provocations.
Zong Zhenglin looked at the woman and was not tamed, but also laughed. "Jiaojiao only needs to be considerate. This temple thinks about you for a long time." After finishing the face of Mu Xiyao, he began to undress.
Mu Xiyao was not good at seeing it, exclaiming and avoiding the flash, but he was held in his arms, holding her little hand and not allowed to leave.
"Make it, it has been hard for a few months." Zong Zhenglin's head slowly moved down, kissing from the neck to her collarbone, densely printed with a wet kiss.
Mu Xiyao gasped and annoyed. The six-seven-seven woman who sat on the moon did not let go, the beast!