On the day of the blind date, the heir of a wealthy family pulled me to get the certificate.

"I'm afraid that they will get hurt, that something will happen to them. I hate that I can't help them now. All I can do is take good care of Yangyang so that my sister doesn't have to worry."

She and Brother Dongming were in the same situation, worried but unable to help.

Lu Dongming didn't even dare to call Hai Ling anytime and anywhere, for fear of disturbing Hai Ling.

Mu Qing reached out and held Hai Tong's hand, comforting her: "It's okay. No matter how big the pit is, we can cross it and welcome the sunshine."

Haitong pursed her lips, nodded vigorously, and held Mu Qing's hand with her backhand.

A familiar cry was heard.

There was also the sound of Ye Junbo coaxing his son.

"Don't cry, let's go find mom. If you open your eyes and can't see her, just cry. A real man sheds blood, not tears. You're just a crybaby. When the sister wakes up, she won't be like you."

Ye Junbo's words and actions showed his disgust for his son's crying habit.

Just like Cheng Lingling dislikes her son for being a crybaby.

The two young ladies looked at each other, and Hai Tong asked, "Is Ye Yao crying?"

Mu Qing said helplessly, "It's just that little ancestor, who is on par with Jun Fei. No wonder Lingling left as soon as the old man came. It's hard not to go crazy with these little guys."

"Sometimes when you're working from home, they'll step on your computer or slam their hands on your keyboard. In short, they won't let you do anything and want you to concentrate on accompanying them."

"Tongtong, taking care of children is the hardest. But you can't just leave everything to the nanny and not care about anything, for fear that the child won't be close to you. As a mother, wherever you go, your heart is with your children. How can you just leave everything to the nanny and not care about anything?"

No matter how many nannies you hire, and no matter how well they can take care of your children, the maternal love that the children want still has to be given by their mothers.

The love of others cannot replace mother's love.

Growing up in a loving family, Mu Qing couldn't be a hands-off mother.

"It will be even more troublesome when they can walk. They are simply destroying the world. Just look at the two destroyers in Yuchen. Boys are full of energy. They are prone to fighting when they are quarreling. If they are not quarreling or making trouble, they are definitely destroying things. When they are really destroying things, they are silent."

Haitong smiled, "It's like this. Speaking of which, Yangyang can be considered an easy child to take care of. He can be naughty sometimes, but most of the time he is very well behaved and sensible."

She raised Yangyang, so she has accumulated experience in taking care of children.

"Mom is over there, don't cry, ancestor, don't cry, it's making my head hurt, your dad can't even sleep a little longer."

Ye Junbo saw his beloved wife, and walked quickly over with his son in his arms, coaxing the little boy who was crying for his mother as he walked.

Haitong looked at him as if she saw next year's Zhan Yin.

Now Zhan Yin is looking forward to the fetus growing up quickly and coming out to meet him. When he really becomes a dad, he will be the current Ye Junbo.

You can't even sleep in at home when you're on vacation.

Soon, Ye Junbo walked into the pavilion holding his son.

He nodded to Haitong, and then said to Mu Qing, "Qingqing, this kid kept crying when he woke up and didn't see you. He couldn't be comforted. The housekeeper said you were here, so I brought him to see you."

Ye Yao saw his mother and saw her holding his sister. He reached out his hands to her with tears in his eyes, asking her to hold him.

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

"Yan Yan is asleep again?"

"Well, she woke up, played for a while, and then fell asleep again. She didn't cry. I thought I'd take her home and feed her later. She's asleep. I'll feed her when she wakes up. Have you fed your son?"

"I can't feed him. Even if I prepare the milk powder for him, he will only eat if you hold him and feed him. When I feed him, it's like I added poison to the milk powder and he won't eat."

Ye Junbo complained about the different treatments of his sons.

He prepared the milk powder, but his son didn't want him to feed him. He only wanted Mu Qing to feed him. It was easy when Mu Qing was not at home. As long as he was hungry, he would eat no matter who fed him. Although the boy loved to cry, he was also very smart.

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

Her son had already put on his coat. Mu Qing checked his clothes to make sure the little guy wouldn't get cold.

Ye Junbo walked away holding his sleeping daughter in his arms, and from time to time he would bend down to kiss her little face.

Hai Tong watched him walk away with Jun Yan in his arms, and said to Mu Qing with a smile, "Young Master Ye treats people differently. He seems impatient with his son, but treats his daughter like a treasure."

"He has always been a daughter slave and cherishes his daughter."

Mu Qing coaxed her son, and the little guy soon stopped crying when he was handed over to her.

She took out the tissues she always carried with her. She didn't like to carry tissues with her before, but she developed this habit after becoming a mother.

The man took two tissues to wipe his son's tears and nose, and said to him, "You cried so loudly even though your dad was with you. People who don't know the truth would think you were beaten by your dad."

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

Haitong teased him: "Yeyao, don't cry anymore."

When Haitong calls him, Ye Yao will look at Haitong, knowing that his name is Ye Yao.

"Ah..."

The little guy who can’t speak yet can only make two “ah ah” sounds.

Then he grinned.

In fact, both the brother and sister are very cute and look like Ye Junbo. However, in Ye Yao's generation, the Jun family already had several boys, and Jun Yan was the only girl, so naturally they were very precious.

Haitong smiled and reached out her hands to him, wanting to hug him, but he looked at Haitong and smiled, but did not reach out his hands. Instead, he used his hands and feet to climb onto the table.

"See, this is the difference between a daughter and a son. Yanyan was sitting in my arms just now, so quiet. But this kid stopped crying and is about to climb onto the table."

Mu Qing gently pinched her son's little face, picked him up, and put him sitting on the stone table.

Haitong asked, "Will the tabletop be cold?"

"He's wearing thick pants and a diaper, so his little bottom won't get cold."

Ye Yao sat on the stone table and wanted to crawl, but he had not learned how to crawl yet. He would probably learn how to crawl after the new year.

He could only sit down, but he couldn't sit still. He looked here and there, and finally he called out "ah" twice to Haitong and stretched out his hands, asking Haitong to hug him.

Haitong smiled and hugged him, but he grabbed the necklace Haitong was wearing and tried to pull it off.

"Baby, don't pull this, it will break."

Haitong quickly grabbed his little hand to prevent him from pulling her necklace.

Mu Qing also quickly stood up and walked over to help him pull his hand away from the necklace, then hugged him back, patted his hand gently, and said, "You can't pull the necklace that your aunt is wearing."

Holding her son and sitting back in her seat, Mu Qing said, "He has torn off several of my necklaces. Now I don't dare to wear necklaces anymore. He will tear off my earrings and even my ear studs. His hands are always busy."

Very active.