The house was bustling for three or four days, and on the fifth day, it finally quieted down.
Early that morning, Xiaobao woke up and whined for milk. After he was fed, Aunt An held him in her arms, and his two little eyes looked out.
Aunt An saw this and couldn't help but laugh, "Oh, our Xiaobao knew that Grandpa and the others were coming today, so he was waiting specially for them."
Today is Sunday and Wang Dagui is on holiday. As agreed before, his family will come back today.
One of the reasons is to visit my daughter and grandson, but the more important thing is to come back and give the old lady some pension money for the second half of the year.
Wang Cuilan, "He's just used to having people come to his house every day these days to join in the fun. How could he be waiting for his grandfather?"
What Wang Cuilan didn’t say was, seeing how the three little guys disliked their father, could they be waiting for him on purpose?
Well, although now everything is the subconscious behavior of the little ones, maybe they don’t mean that much.
But what they showed was that they did dislike her father.
Wang Dagui and his three friends arrived at Wang Cuilan's house at around nine in the morning. As soon as they entered the house, they put the fat boy in their arms on Wang Cuilan's bed and went to hold their three little grandsons.
Before turning around, Lan Mo called out to him, "Hey, don't tease the three children on purpose. If they don't want you to hold them, don't force them, or they'll cry."
Wang Dagui waved his hand indifferently, "I know, I know. I know my limits."
Lan Mo: "...You have no sense of propriety! Who was it that was disliked by the third little baby in the hospital before? Who insisted on holding the baby even though he didn't want you to, and ended up making the baby cry loudly?"
Wang Dagui's tone was awkward, but he still tried to save face by saying, "It was an accident. Look, if I hold Xiaobao now, he won't cry."
"Wa wa wa." As soon as the words fell, Xiaobao's crying sounded.
Wang Dagui maintained the posture of bending over to hold Xiaobao, but it was not right to hold him, nor was it right not to hold him.
It's just... quite embarrassing.
Lan Mo bent over and handed Xiaobao to Wang Cuilan, then looked at Wang Dagui and sneered, "Accident? This is also an accident?"
Wang Dagui: “…”
He was gritting his teeth in his heart, and looked at Xiaobao with a resentful look. He had never seen a child who was so disrespectful to him.
Somewhat unconvinced, he looked back at the cradle. The other two grandsons had already woken up and were looking at him with their eyes open.
There was a glimmer of eagerness in his eyes.
His fingers were slightly curled up, ready to move.
When Wang Cuixiang saw this, she quickly stopped him and said, "Dad, my third nephew doesn't want you to hold him, so can we just not hold him?"
"If you really want to hold a baby, just hold my brother. He's sturdy enough to hold your hands."
Wang Dagui: “…”
Wang Xiaolong, who didn't understand anything and was sitting on the bed having fun, said: "..."
I feel offended, thank you.
"Okay, then I won't hug you if you don't want to. But don't you have to let go of my arm first?" Wang Dagui said, shaking his arms.
Wang Cuixiang smiled and let go of her hand.
Wang Dagui retracted his arm, patted the non-existent dust off his clothes, and said, "I need to go back to the old house. Do you want to come?"
These words were said to Wang Cuixiang and Lan Mo.
Wang Cuilan is still in confinement after giving birth, so naturally she will not leave home.
They both shook their heads, "You go by yourself, we'll just talk to Cuilan (my sister) here."
"Okay, I'll go by myself, but I have to take Xiaolong away." Wang Dagui picked up the fat boy.
Lan Mo waved his hand and said, "Take him away. It's a good opportunity for the old lady to see her grandson."
Although people may not necessarily like it.
Wang Cuilan felt that the confinement period was really hard to endure. It was the tenth day after she returned home, which was also the thirteenth day after giving birth.
At noon that day, Wang Cuilan was planning to wash her hair secretly while the three children were still sleeping and Aunt An was not at home.
Xie Zheng is back.
The man was covered in dust and his face was full of fatigue. It was obvious that he was tired from traveling.
Seeing Wang Cuilan, Xie Zheng was very happy. He put down the luggage bag in his hand and walked forward to hug Wang Cuilan.
"Cuilan, I'm back!" He didn't care that Wang Cuilan was dirty and rubbed his head against her neck.
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