The husband of a financial tycoon

At 5 o'clock in the morning, a little guy moved on the big bed, which was the rhythm of waking up.

Sure enough, the little bamboo shoot raised one foot, and the white, tender, chubby foot was sticking out, and it was bent in a 90-degree raised leg shape.

He twisted his neck and looked at his sleeping father next to him, blinked hard, turned over and lay on his father's arm.

Shen Xiuzhu didn't feel it at all, Little Bamboo Shoot didn't sleep every night, got up very early, and slept soundly during the day, but it broke him, and Shen Xiuzhu had to wait until dawn every day before Shen Xiuzhu could fall asleep peacefully.

So, without anyone knowing, the little bamboo shoot half turned over for the first time in his life.

The little bamboo shoot didn't bark when he woke up, but smiled obediently, thinking that his father was playing with him.

Zhuang Xing was sleepy, feeling a small warm fist hitting his arm, he half-opened his eyes, and saw the culprit.

Zhuang Xing put his arms around Shen Xiuzhu's waist when he was sleeping, and the little bamboo shoot lay beside his father, trying to wake up the adults, but he didn't yell or yell, so he hammered his father's chest with his small fist, but the little fat man's hands were too short, and he hit his father on the arm.

Zhuang Xing stretched out his two long hands, picked up the little fat man and laid it on his chest, kissed his son gently on the forehead, looked at the wall clock, and sighed.

"Can I sleep a little longer? My dear son..." Zhuang Xing's voice was hoarse and gentle just after waking up.

"Hmph..." Xiaozhuzhu gave his father a soft smile, and the pajamas on his father's chest were wet with saliva.

With this smile, Zhuang Xing lost his drowsiness, picked up his son and went downstairs, and the two of them got up on the second floor of the small building.Zhuang Xing boiled the water, and the little bamboo shoot sat obediently on his arm, with two little claws clinging to his neck.

Zhuang Xing felt that his son's saliva had soaked his shoulders, but he obediently didn't yell or yell. Zhuang Xing was very satisfied with the little bamboo shoot's obedient behavior at this moment.

The little bamboo shoot stuffed its thumb in its mouth, its big eyes turned to look at the kitchen, and it farted twice.

As soon as Zhuang Xing heard the sound, he knew that the little bamboo shoot was pooping.

He hurriedly turned off the fire, and carried the bamboo shoots to the sofa to change the diaper. His movements were quick and crisp, and he looked like an old dad.

The little bamboo shoot was lying down, with its two paws neatly tucked into its chest, pouted and looking at its father, Zhuang Xing slipped his son's two little feet with one big hand, and wiped his son's buttocks with a cotton towel in one hand.

Deliberately teasing his son, "It stinks, does it stink son?"

When he said that, Xiaozhusun seemed to understand, and was not happy anymore, and flicked his legs to protest.When he turned around, Zhuang Xing's hands were covered with the cake, Zhuang Xing frowned and coaxed: "It's good, it doesn't stink, my son smells good."

After finally washing the bamboo shoots and putting on new diapers, Zhuang Xing felt like he couldn't even eat breakfast.

But now seeing the little bamboo shoot holding the milk bottle, eating deliciously, he felt refreshed again, holding his son's little foot with one big hand, and kissed his son's chubby sole several times.

I basically don’t wear socks for the little bamboo shoots when I go to bed at night. Now I’m barefoot, and I’m wearing my dad’s vest with a diaper inside.

The chubby belly rose and fell with the sucking, and Zhuang Xing lowered his head and kissed the chubby belly again.This is his eldest son, the eldest son born to him by his little baby, healthy and healthy, that's great.

Without the little bamboo shoots making noises beside him, Shen Xiuzhu slept until 10 o'clock and stretched on the bed. He felt that his whole energy returned to his body and opened up his Ren Du Ermai.

After washing up, he went downstairs. The little bamboo shoot was playing well in grandma's arms with the teething stick. Hearing grandma's words, his father immediately responded, and his little ears perked up.

"Ahh..." Xiaozhuzhu twisted his neck to look for his father.

Li Lanxin touched his belly, and said to Xiao Zhuzi: "I steamed the bean buns in the morning, hurry up and eat, Zhuang Xing goes to work in the morning, so don't wake you up. Little bamboo shoot didn't sleep last night, did you?"

Shen Xiuzhu childishly complained to his aunt, saying: "Well, it's so annoying! He kicked me as soon as I lay down, and insisted on hugging me, so he didn't make trouble, and he didn't fall asleep until 3 o'clock."

Li Lan smiled inwardly, Xiaozhuzi was still very close to her, and would only complain to those close to her, and she was willing to coax her: "That's not good. Zhuang Xing said he woke up at 5 o'clock, and he probably will go to bed again soon."

Hearing that his son had only slept for 2 hours, Shen Xiuzhu was a little worried and stopped complaining. He took a bun to hug his son, "Then I'll put him to sleep."

Li Lanxin went to get a needle and thread, and sat quietly beside the father and son, sewing small clothes for the grandson.The little bamboo shoot huddled in her father's arms, and soon fell asleep.

After Little Bamboo Shoot fell asleep, Shen Xiuzhu cleaned up and went to Qiuyu Art Studio to draw.

Li Lanxin was rocking the cradle with one foot, she was stuffing the little cotton trousers with cotton, and she was sewing winter clothes for the little bamboo shoots. As she got older, she liked to use some red flower cloth for the baby to wear.

In the afternoon, Li Lanxin saw that the little bamboo shoot was about to wake up, so she put away the fabric and planned to make supplementary food for the little bamboo shoot.

Li Lanxin opened a new can of malted milk, this thing can only be used in food supplements, and steamed a piece of old pumpkin, she pinched a little bit of it raw and tasted it, it was very sweet.

Someone shouted in the yard, and she called Mrs. Wu to open the door. Her sisters-in-law Lou Xue, Liu Xiaoxiang, and 3-year-old Zhuang Yingda came.

The 3-year-old Zhuang Yingda was fat and strong, probably a bit of a stranger, Liu Xiaoxiang patted him on the back, but he didn't call out 'grandma'.

Li Lanxin couldn't care less about children, "It's okay, it's okay, does Yingda eat grapes? Grandma will wash it for you."

Lou Xue smiled and said to her grandson, "Thank you, grandma."

Zhuang Yingda looked at a bunch of plump purple grapes, pouted and said, "Thank you grandma!"

Li Lanxin patted his head, and went to the kitchen to wash the grapes, Lou Xue also followed, and the two sisters chatted about family affairs.

Sister-in-law Wu was guarding Xiaozhusun's shaker in the living room. When she saw Zhuang Yingda leaning over to look, she said softly, "It's my younger brother. His name is Zhuang Shixin, and his nickname is Xiaozhusun."

Zhuang Yingda glanced at Mrs. Wu, and reached out to touch the baby's white and tender baby face. Mrs. Wu saw that his hands were a little dark and his nails were yellow, so she was a little reluctant.

So he picked up the little bamboo shoot and pretended to say: "Oh, why did you sleep so well and pee. I'm going to change the baby's diaper."

Zhuang Yingda was a child after all, so it was fine if he didn't get touched, and he didn't make a fuss.Liu Xiaoxiang was a little annoyed, and said to herself: It's just a no-nonsense, fake gold!

Zhuang Yingda turned his head and saw the malted milk on the table. He wanted to eat it, so he walked over to climb the chair by himself. Liu Xiaoxiang hurried to support his son in fear of falling.

Li Lanxin walked out of the kitchen with the grapes first, and saw Zhuang Yingda kneeling on the table with his whole arm stretched out in the malted milk jar, and there was still powder in his mouth.

Malted milk is a worthless thing, Li Lan smiled kindly, "Is Yingda hungry? Come and eat grapes."

Until Xiaozhusun woke up, she didn't use malted milk as a food supplement. Instead, when her sister-in-law's family returned, she packed it up and gave it to Xiao Yingda.

After the visitor left, Mrs. Wu complained: "That child looks handsome, but he is not very polite. Those hands are dirty, just stretch them out and put them on the little bamboo shoot..."

Li Lanxin smiled, feeling grateful to Mrs. Wu for treating the little bamboo shoots as her own. At the same time, she also persuaded: "It's okay, they are all from my own family, and the child is still young. If you don't see it, then protect the little bamboo shoots more. He Little, I can't speak yet, and we don't know if it hurts."

"Oh, it should be." Mrs. Wu nodded, and the two of them made winter clothes for the little bamboo shoots together. Li Lanxin didn't have any pretensions about being a master, and treated Mrs. Wu like her own sister.

A week later, Zhuang Xing took Shen Xiuzhu out of the island, stayed in Shanghai for two days, and Zhuang Xing took care of some work.

The general manager hired by Yinhe Investment was recruited by Zhuang Xing from Hong Kong. His name is Zhou Lu. He marveled at Zhuang Xing's decisiveness and calmness during the financial crisis in Hong Kong. He followed Zhuang Xing to Shanghai without saying a word.

Zhou Lv is capable, Zhuang Xing secretly nodded as he looked at the annual report.After a few meetings, Zhuang Xing took Shen Xiuzhu to take the plane to Beijing.

Because Shen Xiuzhu used to get seasick, Zhuang Xing paid special attention, for fear that children would get airsick.But it's better now, and it only happens when he is weak, so Zhuang Xing booked first class on the plane, and he was very worried about Xiao Zhuzi the whole time.

Unexpectedly, since Shen Xiuzhu gave birth to the small bamboo shoots, all his problems have been cured, and his body has become healthier.

Shen Xiuzhu leaned on the window to look at the clouds, and muttered to himself: "Wow... I'm in the sky."

Zhuang Xing leaned back on the chair and laughed, the little bumpkin of his family said, "You are the Supreme Treasure, soaring through the clouds, have you forgotten?"

Shen Xiuzhu was a little embarrassed by his brother's laugh, and cast a reproachful glance at Zhuang Xing, then sat back on the chair and leaned back.

After a while, he turned his head to look at Zhuang Xing, and asked worriedly: "I've been away for 3 days, I don't know if the little bamboo shoot is still delicious, will you miss us? Will you cry?"

Zhuang Xing was also worried. For the first time leaving his half-year-old son, he just shook Xiao Zhuzi's hand and comforted him: "We will go back after handing in the work."

There was really nothing to divert his attention on the plane, so Shen Xiuzhu had no choice but to follow his heart and sleep until the plane landed.

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Maybe it was because Shen Xiuzhu and Zhuang Xing were busy during the day, so they didn't hang around in front of Xiaozhusun all the time, but just hugged their son at night and didn't let go.So in the first 3 days, he could eat and sleep in grandma's arms, which was easy to take with him.

Only 3 days later, the little bamboo shoot reacted slowly, something was wrong.

At this time, the little bamboo shoot was sitting in grandma's arms, holding a teething stick in one hand, biting it so much that her face was bleeding, and the other little claw was holding a finger of Li Lanxin, looking very cute.

When there was a car in the yard, he cried out, "Ah! Ah!..."

The whole chubby body was squatting like a carrot in Li Lan's heart, but he was pushing hard with his little butt, and his little fat legs were trembling.

Li Lan couldn't hold her heart anymore, "It's Grandpa who's back, don't be afraid, don't be afraid..."

Little Bamboo Shoot didn't understand, he waved his two little arms up and down, and screamed: "Ah! Yah! Yah..."

The molar stick in his hand also fell to the ground, and the whole little person seemed very excited.

There was no other way, so Li Lanxin had no choice but to stand up with him in her arms and head towards the door, "Look, Grandpa's car..."

As soon as she finished speaking, Zhuang Jianshe pushed open the car door and walked over, and then Zhuang Jianshe's mentality collapsed, because just as he reached out to hug his grandson, the little bamboo shoot burst into tears with a 'wow'.

"Wow... ah..." The little bamboo shoot was crying with a tender and shrill voice, pear blossoms were crying with rain, and it was crying hard, the little brows were white with force, the little nose and the little mouth were crying red Red.

Li Lan felt distressed, "Grandma's good grandson, grandma is here, don't cry, don't cry, okay?"

Zhuang Jianshe was so distressed that he hurried to get the rattle, and walked around in front of the little bamboo shoot. The little bamboo shoot opened its mouth wide, and the cry resounded through the sky.

"Oh, I miss his fathers. Every time Zhuang Xing comes back, it's the noise of the car." Li Lan wiped tears on the little bamboo shoot with distress, and hugged the little grandson non-stop.

The little bamboo shoot was held upright in her arms by her grandma, and she lay limply on her shoulders and continued to cry.

Li Lanxin patted the little bamboo shoot's back softly, coaxing the child non-stop.Zhuang Jianshe walked around in front of Xiaozhusun's face, trying to use the rattle to attract Xiaozhusun's attention.

But it’s not easy, the little bamboo shoot has not seen the two fathers for 3 days.In the end, I was so tired from crying that I fell asleep, and Xiaozhusun ended today's voice practice.