Young Master Li, Madam blocked you again

Seeing that Tang Qiong still recognized herself, An An breathed a sigh of relief.

Li Jingchen then turned his head and said to him, "If you're hungry, go eat first."

After all, An An's affection for Li Yuanzhong and Tang Qiong was limited, so after an obedient "um", she picked up the insulated box placed on the bedside table, walked silently to the sofa beside her, and opened the lid.

The insulation box is divided into four layers. The first layer is chicken soup, the second layer is meat, the third layer is vegetables, and the last layer is rice. An An smells the smell of home-cooked food and can't help but whet his appetite.

He ate quickly.

Seeing Li Jingchen standing still, Tang Qiong couldn't help but concerned: "Jingchen, you eat too."

Li Jingchen always said gently: "Grandma, I'll eat later, you came to see Yiran, why don't you hug her?"

After Tang Qiong looked longingly at Xiaotuanzi next to Lu Wanwan, she cautiously asked Li Jingchen, "Can I?"

"Why not." Li Jingchen's eyes changed slightly.

He immediately thought of something and looked at Li Yuanzhong, wondering if he had said something to Tang Qiong on the way here.

On the way here, Li Yuanzhong did explain something.

For example, the grandson may still be angry with him and tell Tang Qiong to "be careful".

Even though Tang Qiong had forgotten why they had a stalemate that day, she even asked Li Yuanzhong strangely: "Are you and Jingchen stalemate?"

Li Yuanzhong gave a helpless "hmm".

Although Tang Qiong had already forgotten, but out of trust in her husband, she did not immediately hug Li Yiran. In order to control her hands, she even crossed her hands as soon as she sat down, and put them on her lap restrainedly. .

After Li Jingchen picked up Li Yiran, he sent her into Tang Qiong's arms.

After Tang Qiong took it at a loss, she was quickly attracted by the little dumpling in her arms. She shook her hands gently like a cradle, and hummed an ancient and unknown nursery rhyme, which made Li Jingchen's mood follow suit. Soothe down.

He remembered that after his mother passed away, Tang Qiong would hug him to comfort him. Although he has grown up now, it doesn't mean he won't miss her.

Li Jingchen stared at Tang Qiong, trying his best to make her happy and said, "Grandma, we used the name you gave, and she will be called Li Yiran from now on."

"Yiran...our Yiran is so good-looking." Tang Qiong looked down at Xiaotuanzi while chanting her name, her face full of kindness.

"Let me take a look too." Li Yuanzhong said greedily beside him.

Tang Qiong then moved Li Yiran towards him, and then said protectively, "Look."

Li Yuanzhong said speechlessly: "Don't be so stingy, just move it over."

Tang Qiong saw Li Yiran wrinkle his little face, and immediately glared at Li Yuanzhong: "Keep your voice down, don't wake Yiran up."

"Oh, oh..." Li Yuanzhong nodded like a chicken pecking rice.

However, Li Yiran still woke up.

When meeting those big pure and beautiful eyes, Li Yuanzhong held his breath slightly.

In the next second, he raised the corners of his mouth, softened his complexion, showed a smiling face that could be called pampering, and slowly approached Li Yiran.

As a result, those crystal-clear eyes quickly filled with tears...

After Li Yuanzhong's smiling face froze slightly, he coaxed in a very soft voice: "Don't be afraid, I am your great-grandfather."

However, Li Yiran didn't give anyone any face. As soon as he closed his eyes and opened his mouth, he burst into tears without any hesitation.

Tang Qiong accused her husband: "It's all your fault."

"..." Li Yuanzhong glanced at his outstretched hand, but he hadn't touched Yi Ran yet, so why blame him?

"What's wrong with Yiran?" At this moment, Lu Wanwan's voice sounded.

Because she was just woken up, Lu Wanwan's voice was still a little hoarse, and one of her hands had subconsciously rested on the place where Li Yiran had slept just now.

Lu Wanwan opened her eyes after feeling for a while, and the target was Li Yuanzhong, and Li Yiran who was crying in Tang Qiong's arms.

"You woke up late? We accidentally woke up Yi Ran, and when she cried, she woke you up again..." Tang Qiong explained incoherently.

"It's okay grandma, Yiran must be hungry, or she's just sick, give her to me."

Lu Wanwan had learned countless experiences from An An, so she calmly took over Li Yiran from Tang Qiong.

Seeing that Lu Wanwan lowered her head and unbuttoned her clothes with the other hand, Li Jingchen frowned, raised his hand and pressed her hand, and then said, "Honey, are you sleepy? Grandpa and grandma are still there." Here."

Lu Wanwan reacted and said, "Oh, sorry, I'm used to it."

What is "getting used to it"?

Li Jingchen's brows furrowed even deeper.

Of course he didn't know how much a mother could do for a child who was waiting to be fed.

Children are always hungry, especially newborn babies, who basically need to be fed every 2 to 3 hours.

And it is impossible for Lu Wanwan to raise her children every time in a "safe zone" where no one is around.

Just like when she gave birth to An An, she lived in a common hospital bed, surrounded by other mothers, their husbands and relatives, what could she do?

Whenever An An cried, she either closed the curtain, or turned sideways, unbuttoned the collar of the clinic with her back on her back, and breastfeed him with the bare side.

But what's the point?No one wants to see a joke about a new mom.

What's more, when An'an in her arms stopped crying, burped contentedly, and fell asleep peacefully again, Lu Wanwan only felt happy and had no time to care about other things.

So did the other moms.

Lu Wanwan looked down from the window and even found that they would be feeding their children in the garden downstairs of the hospital.

But most of the time, there are husbands standing in front of them, blocking their sight.

At this time, Li Jingchen's voice sounded: "Grandpa and grandma, can I ask you to go out for a while?"

Lu Wanwan smiled and said, "No need, isn't there a curtain here? Just pull it up."

"My wife..." Li Jingchen has always had a strong desire to possess her, so he still wants to persuade her.

Lu Wanwan was much more carefree than him: "Grandpa and grandma are getting old, don't bother them."

As a last resort, Li Jingchen had no choice but to close the curtain for her.

Li Yuanzhong turned his back and joked: "Mothers who become mothers for the second time are much more experienced than fathers who become fathers for the first time."

Li Jingchen, who was "becoming a father for the first time", squinted his eyes in displeasure, who made him miss the first six years of An An's childhood.

but--

"I didn't know who it was just now. When Yiran was crying, he could only stare beside him, unable to say a word for a long time."

Li Yuanzhong choked, and said firmly: "Your grandma protects her so tightly, which affects my performance."

The grandpa and grandson bickered, which relieved a lot of embarrassment.