Drifting Towards You

Su Xiangwan could perceive his uneasiness, and put his handsome face in his hands and whispered softly: "Why are you so naive, you are your son every year."

Mu Beiting glanced at the stinky boy on the bed and hummed twice.

He wants to throw him in the trash can.

After a few seconds of silence, he couldn't help but speak again: "Who is important?"

Su Xiangwan sighed lightly, and had to coax him: "You, you, you, of course you are important, you are the most important in the world, and you like you the most."

Hearing the sound, Mu Beiting's expression eased a bit.

What the two of them didn't expect was that Su Xiangwan's words came to an end. The child Mu Jinnian who was asleep suddenly started howling, as if he had been wronged by heaven.

The whole room was suddenly full of howls and whimpers from the baby, and I felt unspeakable grievances.

Su Xiangwan's heart ached, ignoring Mu Beiting, and hurriedly climbed into bed and hugged Nian Nian.

The little guy looked at him whimperingly with tears, a little face wrinkled like a bun.

"Don't cry every year, my mother likes every year the most."

Su Xiangwan's voice only fell, and a gloomy look came from behind him, and Mu Beiting said aggrieved: "You said that my favorite is me."

Su Xiangwan only thinks that the first two are big, and that Mu Jinnian's children are really evil.

He was so young, as if he could really understand everything.

Su Xiangwan hugged Mu Jinnian's child, then turned his head and kissed Mu Beiting on the face: "Don't make trouble, the baby seems to be hungry."

With that said, Su Xiangwan turned around and unbuttoned his coat.

Mu Beiting's expression was only slightly relieved and suddenly darkened again. Although she turned her back to him, he was taller than her. She lifted her eyes slightly and saw that the little guy was sucking forcefully. His place.

Su Xiangwan fed for a while, and Mu Jinnian slept again.

She just breathed a sigh of relief.

He hugged him for a while, and then gently put him down after confirming that he was asleep.

Turning around, he turned to Mu Beiting's faint gaze.

Su Xiangwan thought he was still paying attention to what had just happened, so he leaned forward and said warmly, "Child Mu Beiting, your mouth is about to hang an oil bottle."

Mu Beiting hugged her in his arms and said quietly, "I'm hungry too."

Su Xiangwan was stunned for a moment, and subconsciously covered his chest: "You are not allowed to **** milk from your son."

His eyes drifted across her chest, and after giving birth, her upper circumference became a lot plump and more attractive.

It was supposed to be his welfare, but he didn't want to be taken over by a brat all day long.

The more I thought about it, the more I got stuck, Mu Beiting asked with a calm face, "When can he drink milk powder."

Su Xiangwan frowned: "Drinking milk powder seems to be better than breast milk."

Mu Beiting coaxed solemnly: "A good milk powder contains more nutritional elements. After scientific formula, it has a better taste and is more beneficial to the healthy growth of the baby."

"Really?" Su Xiangwan was suspicious.

"Well, I grew up drinking milk powder when I was a kid." Mu Beiting was a serious nonsense, but he didn't even know what he drank when he was a kid.

Su Xiangwan was stunned, and then sternly refused: "Forget it, I'll breastfeed every year."

This time it was Mu Beiting's turn to be dazed:? ? ?

What does this mean?

Then Su Xiangwan added: "You see that your EQ is so low, you must have grown up drinking trichloro milk powder when you were a child, you have been like this in your life, and I can't harm my son."