Chapter 1648: Except Wushan is not a cloud 199

Chapter 1648, except that Wushan is not a cloud 199
Because she just thought that His Royal Highness Prince stood by the bed and did not move. It was a bit of resistance in his heart. After all, he suddenly realized that this was his child...
If His Royal Highness is unacceptable, Chaucer will not force him.
But Chaucer did not expect that at this moment, His Royal Highness will ask her such questions carefully.
How could Chaucer not hold him, nod his head, and said nervously: "Yes, yes."
Chaucer bowed his head and snorted with the baby in the boat. "Baby, let the hug hug."
When he heard the words "爹爹" from Joe's mouth, he felt a sudden insult in the heart.
It is admitted that this is his child, it is admitted that he is indeed awkward...
When he looked at Qiao Wei and took the child over, he also extended his two hands. The movement was quite mechanical. He opened his hand nervously and frowned. He asked: "Where is this king? ?"
I am afraid that I am worried about my child.
The baby looks too small and too small, as if it is easy to touch, it will hurt the child.
After Chaucer heard the words of Bian Mo, he bent his lips slightly and held back without a smile. He said softly and softly: "Normal hugs are good, and your Highness should not be too nervous."
When I was seen through my mind, I frowned and said: "The king is not nervous."
He spoke and finally took the little baby from Chaucer's hand. The boat was really small and small. He was hugged by his hand and gently, as if he had no weight at all.
The side of the action is very light and very cautiously holding the baby boat, looking down at the boat, want to see the child's outline carefully, this is the child that Chaucer gave birth to him...
As long as I thought of it, this is the child that Chaucer gave birth to him, and there is an unspeakable pride in my heart.
But he still hasn't hugged the baby for a while, and the baby has flattened his mouth and swallowed.
When I saw it, I couldn’t help but look at Chaucer nervously, and frowned. "Baby...does it, don't like this king?"
"Because the Highness has never laughed, and he doesn't care about the boat."
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Chaucer took the rattle on the bed and gave it to him. He rubbed it a little and took it from her hand. He stretched his face and shook his rattle. Looking at the little baby in his arms, the little boat baby cried and paused, and then succumbed to a small short leg, and he swayed a few times and whispered, "Don't cry."
Probably the low-pitched snoring sounds very good, the baby after the baby heard his voice, twitching and licking the big eyes of the wet answer, finally slowly calm down the mood...
And Bian Mo also seems to find the law, gently swaying the rattle, and every time he shakes, the eyes of the baby boat will turn around with a dripping, very curious cute look.
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(End of this chapter)