“Father inherits the debt of son. I want to solve the problem from the root. Tell me, which one should I choose?”
Ding Xue couldn’t help but come closer: “Jiang Qin, are you a little anxious?”
Jiang Qin let go of Cao Guangyu and frowned slightly: “Is there any?”
“This phenomenon is not common, because usually mothers have postpartum anxiety, but I didn’t expect that fathers also have it.”
“What does it represent?”
Ding Xue couldn’t help but smile: “It means you care about them too much.”
Jiang Qin pursed his lips and said, “I’m really excited. Oh, by the way, where are my precious daughters?”
Gao Wenhui couldn’t help but narrowed her eyes: “What on earth did you dream about? How can you give us back? Nan Shu only gave birth to one child, okay?”
“Baby and daughter are two people, thank you.”
“???”
Gao Wenhui and Wang Haini looked at each other and said to themselves that some tough-talking people are really sweet everywhere: “Nan Shu woke up just now, and the doctor came to check her out and gave her some guidance on breastfeeding. My aunt is taking care of it now.”
After Jiang Qin finished speaking, he stood up and walked to the ward inside.
The little rich woman fell asleep again, with a very peaceful expression, while her daughter was sleeping peacefully in the stroller, with her mother beside her.
Seeing her son come in, Yuan Youqin couldn’t help but gently press the edge of the swaddling clothes: “Look at your daughter, how well-behaved she is, she really does look like her mother.”
“I was pretty good when I was little, right?”
“Good? You play with your hair every day and cry yourself. The harder you cry, the harder you cry. The harder you cry, the harder you cry. I am afraid that I will give birth to a stupid child. Fortunately, I waited until you called mom and dad before letting me and your dad relax. Take a breath.”
Jiang Qin couldn’t help but narrow his eyes: “I didn’t expect that I was born to be extraordinary.”
Yuan Youqin chuckled: “Obviously I was born with trouble.”
“But no matter how annoying it is, you can still love it.”
Jiang Qin looked at his infant daughter, his eyes filled with happiness.
Yuan Youqin looked at him: “Think about how tough you were a few years ago. Asking you to confess to Nan Shu is like stepping on your tail. Now you know what happiness is, right?”
“I already knew what happiness was when I brought the little rich woman home.”
After Jiang Qin finished speaking, he glanced at the dark circles under his mother’s eyes: “Mom, go get some sleep. I’ll just take care of it.”
Yuan Youqin glanced at the sleeping Jiang Ainan, lowered her voice and said: “The eldest granddaughter is right in front of me, how can I sleep?”