Pregnant with a disabled son [Rebirth]

Lan Zhu didn't know why he suddenly came back with a child in his arms.The child was white and tender, very cute, wrapped in an apricot pink blanket, with dark and bright eyes.The lotus leaves on the top of the head have fallen off freely.

Lan Zhu still wanted to hug her, but Feng Nonglian didn't let her do it.This little boy has visions, which can easily attract the attention of others.

Feng Nonglian only asked Lan Zhu to tidy up the room, put the child next to Fang Miaomiao, and then put down the curtain.Ask Lan Zhu to watch Fang Miaomiao in the room, and if there is any situation, report to him, and he will get food for the child.

The two elders naturally don't have such a thing as milk.It's not appropriate to invite a nanny, and it's the same reason as before, it's easy to attract other people's attention.

Fortunately, he had already made preparations and brought the first lactating cow here.

The milk in this kind of place is not easy to preserve, and it may go bad if it is left for a while.All fresh milk is used for cooking.

Feng Nonglian thought about her cub who was born with teeth, probably not as delicate as ordinary children.This milk should be drinkable.

After Fang Miaomiao fell asleep for a while, Feng Nonglian hadn't come back yet.He felt something heavy pressing on his chest, which woke him up.

He opened his eyes, eye to eye with the little fat man sitting on his chest.

Fang Miaomiao blinked, and immediately realized the identity of the little chubby.

The little fat man was so hungry that he gnawed and bit on Fang Miaomiao's body.Fang Miaomiao squeezed the little fat man's mouth, and pushed the little fat man onto the bed with one finger.

The little fat man fell on the bed with his limbs in the air, unable to get up.

"Yeah..." The little fat man struggled a few times and found that he couldn't get up at all, so he burst into tears.

Fang Miaomiao had never coaxed a child before, and when she saw the little fat man crying, she became anxious.Holding the little fat man, shaking and shaking.

Fortunately, the little fat man only thundered and never rained. After howling for a long time, he didn't even get a single drop of rain.

Just fake crying.

Fake crying is fake crying, it looks pitiful.

Fang Miaomiao asked Lan Zhu to bring over cold boiled water.It's not easy to feed, the little boy's face is dripping while holding the bowl.

Fortunately, Feng Nonglian has arrived.He didn't let the super novice dad beat his idiot son to death.Fang Miaomiao was spoiled and spoiled since childhood, let alone taking care of children.He can't even take care of himself, and he's still a big baby with clothes to eat and mouth to eat.

Feng Nonglian took the child, and the little fat man finally felt more comfortable, snorted twice, and threw his ass in front of Fang Miaomiao.

Feng Nonglian patted his butt twice, and said, "That's your father. Don't be rude."

The little fat man was taken aback for a while, sniffed his nose twice, but still didn't dare to cry.He was afraid that the wicked father in front of him would still spank him.

"Okay, are you hungry?"

The little fat man couldn't understand what he said, but the instinct of survival urged him to crawl towards the scent of milk.The little fat man crawled over, wanting to suck milk like a puppy.

Feng Nonglian didn't allow him to drink milk like this.

I found a spoon and fed it to the little fat man one spoon at a time.Feng Nonglian boiled a pot of milk, but the little fat man insisted on eating half of the pot, and it seemed that there was no problem drinking another half of the pot.

Feng Nonglian wiped his mouth for him, picked it up, and threw it into the bed.Served warm milk for Fang Miaomiao.

The little fat man was hungry, and Fang Miaomiao was no exception.

Seeing that there was really no chance to eat again, the little fat man flattened his limbs and prepared to take a deep sleep.Sleep when you are full, very potential for slackers.

But at such a young age, when she was eating and sleeping, Feng Nonglian didn't want to lift the little fat man up for exercise.

The little fat man got up after a sleep, and was hungry again to drink milk.After drinking too much milk, I have to defecate again.

Back and forth, Feng Nonglian didn't sleep much all night.Even hard-working people can't hold on in the end.

When it was daylight, Feng Nonglian was so tired that she lay down on the bedside and fell asleep.

Fang Miaomiao slept quite well.When she woke up, Feng Nonglian was still asleep.He stretched out his finger and pressed it on the dark circles under Feng Nonglian's eyes, feeling a little distressed.

The little fat man next to him also slept soundly, and smacked his lips from time to time, wondering what delicious food he was still thinking about in his dream.

Lanzhu got up early in the morning and made dinner and cooked the baby's milk.

Shi Shi brought a baby stroller, which was also prepared by Feng Nonglian before.The little fat man sat in the trolley and watched the two fathers having breakfast.

Lanzhu waited on the side, and by the way, told the news that had been passed on early in the morning.

"Tanzhe Temple had a vision from the sky yesterday! It is said that the emperor has also arrived. The lotus flowers in Tanzhe Temple, lamenting the presence of the Holy Majesty, all bloomed..."

As Lan Zhu spoke, Shi Shi retorted: "We and the like also have visions. Let me tell you, it's not necessarily because of the emperor..."

"Stone!" Feng Nonglian glanced over coldly, "It's full of nonsense. Don't say such things in the future."

Shi Shi covered his mouth, knowing that he had made a slip of the tongue, and quickly promised that he would never say such words again.

But those present knew better than anyone else that the vision of lotus blooming in Tanzhe Temple had more to do with the sudden appearance of a baby at home.

But this kind of thing cannot be said to the outside world.

In the end, no one outside knew what happened here.It's just that Anshunhou's mansion suddenly brought back a little baby, saying that this is the young son of Anshunhou's mansion.

Everyone has this expression: Σ(?Д?;)

who!whose child!

Fang Miaomiao said confidently, he and Feng Nonglian are biological!

Naturally, no one believed what they both said.Seeing that the child looks very similar to both of them.Judging by the size of the child and the teeth that have erupted, it seems that it has been several months.

Many people thought this was their adopted child.Otherwise, how could it be so big.

Apart from the two fathers, probably only Master Yuande of Tanzhe Temple and Feng Ying knew that the child was their own.

Feng Ying happened to see them hugging the fat white child, and his eyes were red with jealousy.Thinking that he had married a wife, but she was actually wearing a cuckold, and felt depressed.

The little boy is now the new favorite in Anshunhou Mansion.

The whole family doted on him, and when the housekeeper saw a little master who looked so similar to his master, he was crying so hard.

Under the leadership of the butler, he almost spoiled him into a lawless big devil.

Fortunately, the Great Demon King has a nemesis.

Be mischievous in front of other people.Uncover the tiles on the house, a small expert in demolishing the house.When I saw the two fathers, it was like a mouse meeting a cat.

In order to give the cubs more space to play, a thick blanket was laid on the floor.The little fat man crawled on the ground until he reached Fang Miaomiao's feet.

The little boy looked up and saw his father's face.Immediately stood up in fright and punched a set.

Fang Miaomiao read it right, the brat really did a set of punches! !

Looking at that posture, it is obvious that he learned the boxing method Shito practiced every day.

Of course, Fang Miaomiao is not entangled with this matter with him.

"Xiao Hua! You peed your pants again!"

Fang Miaomiao took off his trousers, had them washed and hung them on a drying rack to dry.When Feng Nonglian came back, she saw not only her son's crotch pants hanging on the clothes hanger, but also her son hanging on the clothes hanger.

Feng Nonglian: "..." My son, Xiong, must have imitated his father.

The author has something to say: It’s a little less, and I will make up for it with double updates tomorrow.