"Not ugly, he'll take a look."
Fu Jingchen stared at his son for a while, then looked at his wife, his heart was full, and he could only hold Jiang Yuman's hand tightly.
I didn't dare to use too much force, and my palms were full of sweat.
Jiang Yuman looked at him in astonishment and whispered, "Do you really want to see it?"
She had been wondering what kind of cute appearance the baby in her belly would have, but when she actually looked at him, she wondered, could such a face really change?
Fu Li had just finished cleaning up when he heard this. He said in a gentle tone, "Look, he looks a lot like you two. He's as tall as his dad. Look at his long little fingers. How cute is that?"
Hearing this, Fu Jingchen stared at him intently.
I stretched out my fingers and touched her carefully, and the tenderness in her eyes gradually spread throughout my body.
Now that he has a wife and children, he has more responsibilities.
Jiang Yuman also turned his head to observe carefully for a moment.
The little guy spread his fingers, twisted his face and moved his neck from time to time, looking pitiful as if he was about to cry.
I really don't see how it looks like me.
Afraid that he would cry, Fu Jingchen was extremely careful and cautious in comforting him, as if he was holding a piece of dough that he could flatten at any time.
Seeing that the little guy was not even as long as his father's arm, Jiang Yuman inexplicably felt a little pitiful for him.
Fu Li came over, wrapped the child in a quilt, and handed it to Fu Jingchen, "Your father must be waiting anxiously outside, take the child out and show him to your father."
Knowing it was cold, she wrapped herself warmly.
"Mom, you take the baby out, I'll stay with Manman." He looked at Jiang Yuman with an unhappy expression and didn't want to leave her at all.
Fu Li then handed the child to him and said, "We need to clean up the house. Just go out and take a look at him and come back."
He smiled a little, "If you don't come out, do you want to drive your dad crazy?"
Fu Jingchen had no time to answer.
When he touched the child, he froze.
How can it be so soft?
He held the child like he was holding a landmine. The little guy felt insecure and pouted, wanting to cry.
The mother-in-law said, "That's not how you hold a child. You should hold him horizontally, close to your chest. A newborn baby won't cry unless he's close to you."
As he said that, he helped Fu Jingchen correct his posture.
Fu Jingchen went out hand in hand.
Jiang Yuman was puzzled, "Will there be any problem if I carry him out like this?"
"Won't."
Fu Li smiled and said, "Men are always like this when they hold a baby for the first time. Your dad was like this before. He was steady when holding a gun in the army, but he started shaking when holding a baby."
As he spoke, he cleaned the room and the bed with his wife.
After cleaning up in a few seconds, he sat down beside the bed and whispered softly, "Manman, you've suffered a lot today. That little guy is so chubby, and he must weigh nearly seven pounds to carry."
"Take a break, just treat me like your real mother and tell me everything."
Jiang Yuman nodded with emotion, "Tuo."
She was indeed tired. She had just eaten and was sleepy now. She closed her eyes after she finished speaking.
After a while, he fell asleep.
Fu Li went out quietly, gave gifts to the bride's mother-in-law, and then sent the person away.
I was not idle either, and I was stewing chicken soup.
In another room.
Fu Wangshan and Fu Haitang stared at the child, neither of them willing to blink.
"Brother, who does he look like?" Fu Haitang liked him but was also confused.
“Like me.”
"Ah?" Fu Haitang hesitated for a while, looking back and forth with a conflicted look on his face.
She felt that Fu Jingchen was hallucinating.
But let’s not talk about the fact that my nephew is ugly.
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