Xiaoju, when the child was three months old, Pompeii began to prepare for his comeback. With Aunt Liao and a confinement nanny at home, she could start taking on work gradually.

Yu Xing specifically called Ming Jiana to explain: "Don't arrange Beibei's work too far away from home, nor do you have to travel too long. It's too hard, and the family can't live without her."

Ming Jiana hurriedly said, "I understand, the small sentence is still young, I can't live without my mother. I will arrange for her to have a long work cycle in three months."

After Yu Xing was silent for a moment, he explained: "I can't live without her."

Therefore, it is OK to arrange it later.

Minjana: “…”

Just a sudden mouthful of dog food.

Hard stuff.

Ming Jiana hung up the phone and edited a Weibo post to "complain" a friend's husband who was clingy, and decoded it in one second in the comment area.

Pompei smiled when he saw Weibo and wanted to ask Ming Jiana if that person was Yu Xing, but when he thought of this kind of thing, it would be more interesting to ask the person involved directly.

Send a message to ask Yu Xing.

Yu Xing had just arrived home, took his cell phone upstairs, took off his suit, untied his tie, looked at Pompeii who was still laughing, and said, "It's me."

That tone looked like a resentful man.

It's indeed Yu Xing.

But Pompeii still feels that Minjana must have polished the story.

After being together for so long, he is no longer inseparable from her.

Xiao Ju is hungry, and Pompeii asks Aunt Liao to make milk powder. She wants to hold the child and feed it.

Yu Xing walked over and touched Xiaoju's cheek, squatted beside him and said to Pompeii, "Let me feed you."

Pompeii was unwilling to do so, she frowned and said, "The child is hungry."

The aunt scoops milk powder in the room.

Yu Xing looked up at Pompeii, his voice so low that he could not be lowered: "You just care about the short sentences, don't care about me?"

Pompeii looked over in confusion: "What's wrong with you?"

Yu Xing leaned into her ear and said, "I'm hungry, too."

Pompeii pushed him away, hit him, and signaled that his aunt was still in the room.

"Well, Aunt Liao, take Xiaoju to the nursery room, I'll tell Yu Xing something."

Aunt Liao made the milk powder and walked away gently with the child in her arms. Before leaving, she brought two doors.

When Yu Xing heard that both doors were closed, she hugged Pompeii. She became softer and sweeter, and even the hair was covered with milk and fragrance.

Pompeii also hugged Yu Xing.

From pregnancy to now, there are not many opportunities for two people to enjoy the space of two people easily, and the frequency of couples' lives has also been reduced.

"Wife, you smell so good."

Yu Xing's eyelashes were trembling, his eyes didn't want to open, and his entire cheeks were buried in Pompeii's soft and dense hair.

"Aren't you hungry? I'll ask my aunt to cook for you."

"..." Yu Xing knew that Pompeii did it on purpose, so he gritted his teeth and said, "It's not that hungry."

"Oh." Pompeii asked knowingly: "Who is hungry?"

Yu Xing pinched Pompeii's buttocks, "Wife, you have changed."

Pompeii: "?Why did it change?"

Yu Xing moved his hand up again, pinched the softer place, and made a conclusion: "It's getting bigger."

Pompeii: "…"

Because breast milk has indeed increased, but that is the ration for short sentences!

Yu Xing didn't move any more. He kept holding Pompeii, shaking around, constantly smelling the fragrance of her body, and kissing gently as if he was afraid of blasphemy.

In terms of posture, Pompeii was the oppressor. Her waist was a little sore and she said, "Get up."

Yu Xing didn't move, but he still hugged Pompeii, as if he was addicted to the smell on her body, and he still had to sniff her while he was sniffing.

"Metaphor three years old?"

Pompeii couldn't help but make fun of it.

"Um?"

Yu Xing actually agreed.

"My waist is sore. When will you hold it? Do you know how many pounds you are now? Do you really think of your weight as a three-year-old child?"

"A three-year-old child is going to grow up now."

"?"

"Babe, lie down."

It’s like he is going to start eating at the age of three.

Only by eating can you "grow up".

Pompeii, who hadn't had some intense exercise for several months, suddenly felt a little strange. Yu Xing was as wild as if she had never eaten, which made her suddenly feel a little shy.

An exchange activity that had not been expected was finally concluded with Pompeii acting coquettishly and begging for mercy.

The short sentence is three months old, and it is Mid-Autumn Festival again.

Yu Xing took Zheng Qingqiu from the nursing home and everyone celebrated the Mid-Autumn Festival together.

Pompeii got up early in the morning and saw Zheng Qingqiu. He pulled Zheng Qingqiu to the room to read a short sentence, and said dissatisfiedly: "I had agreed with Lucky that we will go to your place."

Zheng Qingqiu was happy to see the child, but she was old and weak and had insufficient strength, so she didn't dare to hug the child. She bent down and touched the child's cheeks, and said with a smile: "The child is still so young, you are still recovering. What to do, I'll do it."

Pompeii held Zheng Qingqiu's arm and acted coquettishly: "Grandma is so nice."

Zheng Qingqiu scratched Pompei's nose, "Girls just want to act more coquettish - our family's short sentences in the future, we should study more with our mother."

Pompei suddenly realized that her frequency of acting coquettish seemed to have increased. In fact, she also loved acting coquettish when she was a child, especially with Pang Zhonglin. However, her mother gave too little feedback and her father was too busy, so she didn't act coquettish when she grew up.

Maybe now that I have my own small family, I am in a safe environment, and my childhood mentality is involuntarily mobilized.

Zheng Qingqiu said again: "It's good to act coquettishly. Men and women must be good at acting coquettishly. If you are lucky, you don't like to act coquettishly. When I was a child, I was so stubborn that I wanted to beat him when I was angry."

Pompeii quietly looked at Yu Xing and complained: Why can't he act spoiled? He knows it very well, especially at night.

Yu Xing was low in myopia. He walked in with frameless glasses, wore a gray-blue sweater and loose trousers, and asked, "Why do you want to hit me?"

Pompeii took over the sentence: "Because you were disobedient when you were a child."

Zheng Qingqiu took the opportunity and taught Yu Xing: "I didn't listen to me when I was a child. I have to listen to my wife when I got married and got married. What I told you, the people from the big family that my grandma has met have lived a good life and educated their children well. They are all men who listen to their wife's words and are not messing around outside. If you want to take good care of your family, you must listen to your wife's words."

Yu Xing had long been accustomed to grandma's education and nodded in response.

Aunt Liao came in from outside and looked directly at Pompeii, hesitatingly not knowing whether to say it.

Pompeii asked her: "Auntie Liao, what's wrong?"

Aunt Liao said carefully: "Mrs. is here."

Pei Qingmei is here.

Zheng Qingqiu also knew that Pompeii had a mother. She looked at the child with a smile and didn't interrupt.

Yu Xing said: "Please come in."

Aunt Liao smiled and went downstairs to bring Pei Qingmei in.

Pei Qingmei came here by herself, dressed in a delicate manner, carrying a Chanel bag.

When Zheng Qingqiu saw Pei Qingmei, she stood up and smiled, and pulled Yu Xing away.

Pei Qingmei called Zheng Qingqiu politely.

Pompeii held the child and did not look up.

After she became pregnant, she had a kind of gentleness, a hungry look on her face, and a little bit of kicking her legs and sticking her hands, which made her gradually forget the unhappiness of her childhood.

Pei Qingmei looked at Xiaoju and couldn't help but touch Xiaoju's hand, and suddenly she choked up: "He looks so beautiful, with such a small double eyelids coming out, and there is a dimples."

The short sentence has dimples, but not deep, and no one knows whether they still have it when they grow up.

Pei Qingmei smiled and said, "Your grandma has dimples, and the child is inherited from generation to generation - what is the name?"

Pompeii said: "It's called a short sentence."

Pei Qingmei asked again: "Where is the Daming?"

Pompeii: "Pang Xing."

Pei Qingmei was stunned, "Take your surname?"

Pompei nodded, Pei Qingmei reached out to hug the child, and Pompeii hugged her Xiaoju.
To be continued...