Chapter 2098: The Rest of My Life Is Long, I’m Lucky to Have You! (Forty-Six)

Tang Yuansi opened his arms towards him and patted himself on the shoulder.

"It's not a sin for a man to cry. You have a son now. After you finish crying, don't worry, there is still another one waiting for you!"

Yu Yuehan: "..."

There is a dirty word in your heart, but you don’t know whether to say it or not?

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Nian Xiaomu had a caesarean section and could only stay in the hospital during the confinement period.

With Qi Yan around, her wounds recovered fairly quickly, and she was able to get out of bed and walk around on her own soon.

As long as it doesn't hurt the wound, it's basically no big deal.

I really want to talk about the problem...

Nian Xiaomu turned to look at the bedside with some helplessness. You were glaring at me, and I was glaring at your father and son.

There are two faces, one big and one small, as if copied and pasted, but when they see each other, they immediately turn into black-eyed chickens, and everyone dislikes the other.

Whenever they appear in the same space, either Xiao Yang will make Yu Yuehan so angry that his mouth is full of smoke, or Yu Yuehan will make Xiao Yang cry.

Now we meet again...

The reason is simple.

Xiao Yang woke up and wanted to get up to play. Yu Yuehan refused to let Nian Xiaomu hold him and picked up his son himself.

As a result, I cried when I touched it.

Just put it down and stop.

One wants to be hugged, the other refuses to be hugged.

Neither father nor son would admit defeat, so they kept picking up and putting them down, putting them down and picking them up again...

In the end, both of us got tired, and it became you glaring at me and me glaring at you, secretly competing.

Nian Xiaomu held the wound on his stomach and slowly moved around the room to help the wound recover.

Seeing this childish father and son made my head hurt.

"Nian Xiaomu, your son deliberately goes against me, don't you care?" Yu Yuehan couldn't win, so he turned around and complained.

"..."

Nian Xiaomu walked to the window sill and stopped, looking back with sympathy in his eyes.

"Xiaoyang is still a little baby, can't you be more mature?"

"No, his name is Dashun now." Yu Yuehan corrected seriously.

He was determined not to give up the name Dashun.

She didn't know who was holding her in her arms at the beginning and repeatedly emphasized to her that their son could not be called Dashun?

"It was different back then. I thought my son would be well-behaved and sensible. He should at least understand the simple truth that his mother is his father. But obviously, I thought highly of him. He was ignorant and did not deserve the name I gave him!"

Nian Xiaomu: "..."

She missed Xiao Liuliu a little.

If it were her daughter, she would definitely be able to handle this father and son.

After all, the only person at home who can divert Xiaoyang's attention away from her mother is her sister.

But Xiao Liuliu was also Yu Yuehan's favorite.

Seeing Xiao Yang snatching away his wife and his position in the heart of the little princess, Yu Yuehan vomited so hard that he almost vomited blood!

It’s okay if Xiao Liuliu doesn’t come.

If it really comes, the father and son will probably fight all day long.

"Yu Yuehan, I want to go see Bengbeng. Please help Xiaoyang change his diaper." Nian Xiaomu held her belly and walked slowly towards the door.

Tan Bengbeng had been admitted to the hospital in advance in order to take care of her more conveniently.

Originally, after she successfully gave birth to the baby, Tan Bengbeng should be able to go back, but who knew that on the day she was going to go back, she suddenly had a brief contraction.

After Qi Yan examined her, he suspected that the excessive nervousness in the past few days had affected the baby in her belly. The baby might be born before the due date, so he simply continued to live in the hospital.

I just want to accompany Nian Xiaomu during the confinement period.

Live in the ward next door.

"Can you refuse?" Yu Yuehan opened his lips in resistance.

He has not forgotten that the first time he hugged this brat, he was peed on his hand.