So he followed Chen Rou to the backyard.
Just then, Nie Zhao, who had just rushed through customs and then got stuck in traffic before finally getting home, walked in.
Of course, he was in a car, and he only glanced at Nie Yao before getting off at the front door.
The first thing Mr. Nie did when he got home was, of course, ask the maid, "Where is your wife?"
The servant on duty bowed before saying, "In the backyard."
The second thing Boss Nie did upon returning home was to go see his wife.
However, after throwing the bag to Song Yuanchao who had rushed over, he went down the stairs but then turned back.
He went up to the second floor, changed his shoes at the top of the stairs, and saw the nanny at the door of A Yuan's bedroom. He then went to find his son.
Of course, since there were guests and children at home today, Nie Zhao stopped at the door.
He didn't ask, he just looked at the wet nurse, and she knew what was going on.
She quickly waved her hand and shook her head: There was no surprise.
But the boss had lost his suit, loosened his tie, and was untying his watch, his eyes narrowing.
His intuition told him that it would be abnormal if no accident happened when a wild child came to his house. Moreover, the nanny was looking down and glancing around, which made Nie Zhao feel that something was wrong.
But the nanny suddenly looked up and said, "Really, no, and the young master had a lot of fun."
Nie Zhao tore off his tie and even took off his watch, afraid that the watch would hurt his son.
If there's no movement in the room, it means you're already asleep.
Nie Zhao first went back to the bathroom, washed his hands carefully, and also washed his face. He then took off his shirt and changed into his pajamas. It was his habit to protect himself from infection before hugging or kissing his son.
Upon entering the room, he first covered his chest with his hand before gently placing it on his son's forehead.
With the nightlight on, he carefully examined his son. Thankfully, his son's face and body were still as fair and tender as ever.
Touching his forehead again, it was clear that there was no fever, proving that he was not infected with any germs.
But there's more; he also wants to lift the blanket to see his son's tummy.
If a child eats too much cold or raw food because of having a child, the child will experience bloating and gas.
Then he will inevitably wake up in the middle of the night, and I will have to pick him up and pat him to release the gas before he can sleep soundly.
With kids around, it's inevitable that they'll eat candy and ice cream. Sure enough, A-Yuan's tummy was a little bulging.
But this was within Nie Zhao's psychological tolerance.
He went to the mainland and spent the whole day talking to clients. It took a lot of effort, and it was tiring and a bit annoying.
Moreover, seeing Nie Yao's dejected expression as soon as he entered the house made him feel even worse.
However, Nie Zhao is patient when it comes to raising his son.
He rubbed his palms together repeatedly until they were warm, then gently placed them on his son's tummy.
Through heat conduction, he used his body heat to warm the little one's tummy, so the child wouldn't have gas at night and could sleep soundly.
This is a method that a female traditional Chinese medicine doctor once used, and she passed it on to Nie Zhao before she left.
When A Yuan's stomach gets cold, he doesn't need injections or medicine. His father's warm hands gently warm it, and he not only gets better health but also a better digestive system. While doing this, Nie Zhao would occasionally glance at the doorway.
He harbored a dark secret: he hoped his wife would come, and that she would happen to see it.
He's just grown up, but he still has the personality of a child. He likes to be recognized and praised by his wife.
He may not be good at anything else, but he's excellent at taking care of kids, which is a special skill.
But as Nie Zhao held his son's stomach, he felt something was off because there was a strange and peculiar smell in the room.
How to describe that smell? That's right, it's the same as what Chen Rou said, a fishy smell like fish.
Has Xiangxiang's son turned into a brat already? Surely not, it can't be that fast.
Nie Zhao then sniffed his son; hmm, he still smelled good.
He couldn't resist giving the little guy a kiss. The sleeping little guy had long, curved eyelashes, and his chubby little hands would occasionally wave unconsciously, and his little mouth would purse. He was so cute.
But something's not right. No matter how he smelled it, he could tell there was a fishy smell in the room. What was going on?
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