The Duke's little ancestor slipped away again

The name Tang Enmu came to Vaughn's mind when Mu Mu first found out she was pregnant.

Tang is the surname of Vaughan's grandmother, Mowen is the surname of his family, and Enmu is grateful to meet Mu Mu.

On the first day after giving birth, Mu Mu basically spent her time in a state of confusion, sleeping and waking up again. If Dr. Green hadn't said this was a normal phenomenon, Vaughn would have suspected that she was sick.

Fortunately, the next day, the little girl finally returned to normal, eating and drinking, except that she could not get out of bed, because like all other mothers, her lower body was torn.

"Dr. Green will come to check the child's body in a while. Let's let her take a look at your wound."

Vaughan was holding a bowl of fish soup and blowing on it gently.

"it is good."

Mu Mu nodded. In the past two days, he had been carefully wiping his body for fear that he would hurt her if he used too much force.

"When I woke up this morning, I felt my breasts were very high. I asked Dr. Green to check if I could breastfeed. After all, the nutrition of breast milk is better absorbed by the baby."

"In fact, the nutritional content of infant milk powder is now very close to breast milk."

"Don't worry, if it doesn't work, I won't make it difficult for myself."

"Boy, it's okay to be rough."

Tang Enmu, who is still sleeping soundly in his swaddling clothes, really wants to ask - is he still a baby? Is it polite for you to say this to a two-day-old baby?

"How can you be like this."

"They say a son is his mother's little lover, so I want to nip this flame in the cradle in advance."

Vaughn's serious look leaves no doubt.

"Is it really okay for you to say that in front of his mother?"

Mu Mu didn't understand why Vaughan, a mature and steady man, suddenly became so childish. What she didn't know was that in the days to come, the battle of wits and courage between father and son would only become more childish than this.

"Lord Duke..."

"Dr. Green."

"Well, I'm recovering well. It's best not to get out of bed during this period to avoid the wound opening. It's a good thing to be able to eat now, but be careful not to eat salt. Keep warm when you leave the hospital tomorrow. It will be half a month. Come and check again.”

Dr. Green explained everything in detail.

"Okay, Dr. Green, could you please help me see if I can breastfeed in this condition?"

Mu Mu pointed to the position on his chest.

"It should be fine. You can bring the baby over and give it a try. The baby is still young. If the sucking force is not strong enough, you can ask the father to help or ask the confinement nanny to help rub it. Colostrum is the best for the baby."

"Okay, thank you Dr. Green."

After the doctor left, Vaughan went to the side and picked up Tang Enmu, then placed him in Mu Mu's arms.

Children seem to be born with a special familiarity with the smell of their mother. As soon as they arrived in Mu Mu's arms, Tang Enmu's little mouth started to thrust around. After a long time of thrusting without finding the "rice bowl", Xiao Enmu started to moan. burst into tears.

"what happened?"

Mu's mother heard the sound and ran over quickly.

"It's okay. I can't find anything to eat. I'm just getting angry here."

"The child is young, are you two still young? Why don't you help him? What should I do if my throat hurts if I keep crying?"

Mu's mother poked Mu Mu's shoulder, glanced at her grandson in her arms, shook her head and turned to leave.

As a father, Vaughn actually found it funny when he saw his cub crying, so a more dramatic scene occurred.

As long as Tang Enmu's little mouth is about to find a "job", Vaughan will intervene artificially to make him lose direction and start looking again.

"Okay, the fun is endless, right? Don't feel bad about your son being hungry for a while."

Mu Mu slapped away Vaughan's big hand that was trying to make trouble, and took the initiative to move over to let his son eat.

"You brat, be gentle."

It was probably the first time she breastfed, so it hurt Mu Mu very much to be sucked, and even her eyebrows started to tremble.

Vaughan saw it in his eyes and felt pain in his heart. One was his son, one was his wife, one was his beloved, and the other was the cub that his beloved desperately gave birth to for him. When he was in a dilemma, poof - a few drops of milky white Liquid spurted from Tang Enmu's mouth and landed on his face.

"...You brat, you know how to take revenge now, don't you?"

"Hurry up and wipe it so people can see what it looks like."

Mu Mu couldn't help but glare at him.

"Mmm... sweet."

Vaughan dipped his finger into a drop of the liquid on his face and put it into his mouth, tasting it with his eyes closed.

"What are you talking about? Why don't you hurry up and wash your face!"

Mu Mu's face turned red at this action.

"Baby...children's appetites are limited..."

Vaughn's eyes were fixed on the other free "job".

"Your Majesty Duke, can we have a little face? This is still a hospital, so I don't know how to be careful when talking."

Mu Mu successfully sent out his second eye roll today.

"Fell asleep?"

When Vaughn came back after washing his face, little Tang Enmu was already asleep.

"Newborn babies are like this. They sleep when they are full and eat when they wake up. Things will be different after the full moon."

Mu Mu's eyes were filled with maternal love.

"They have been outside during this period. It is estimated that by the time our son is one month old, things should be almost settled."

"Well, it just so happens that during this time we can spend time with our children."

"Will do."

-

Italy.

Rome.

Near a dilapidated unfinished building, there were only a few streetlights emitting a faint light on the dark road, and the occasional pedestrians passing by were walking in a hurry without stopping at all.

In the corner of the dilapidated house, a figure suddenly walked out. His left hand was inserted in the pocket of his trousers, and a cigar as thick as a thumb was held between the index and middle fingers of his right hand.

"Is this person really Brando?"

The man hiding high up, with a pair of charming peach blossom eyes, carefully observed the man smoking a cigar through a telescope.

"Well, I have been observing him for almost a month. At first, he was like this twice a week, and then became three or four times a week. A week before you came here, he was like this almost every day. If you walk to that house, you won’t come out in about two hours.”

The person who spoke was Tas, and the person next to him was Keane who had recently arrived.

"Any idea what he was doing for the two hours he was in there?"

"It's not clear, but our people didn't find anyone in the area before or after he left. In order to avoid alerting others, we didn't dare to install bugs or cameras on him or in the house."

After all, Brando's counter-reconnaissance ability has been the best among them for so many years.

"You find a reason to hold him back tomorrow night, and I'll come over and take a look."

"I came here during the day and everything was fine."

"Then the problem must be at night..."