Of the three children, Jiang Chengjin's cries were the loudest. Jiang Zhanhong's voice wasn't loud, but once he started shouting, it wouldn't stop for a long time.
Wen Bao'er, whether she's asleep or not, will whine and whimper whenever there's even a little noise.
Although the ward was large, with so many caregivers around, Wen Jiaojiao couldn't get a good rest, so they left one caregiver behind and asked Wen Xiaojian and Jiang Peitian to leave.
Then Wen Zhaoye followed behind, coaxing the eldest, then the second eldest. When the youngest whimpered, Xu Cuifen was responsible for holding him. When Wen Jiaojiao woke up, she put her breast milk into Wen Bao'er's mouth to silence all the noise.
When night fell, the three little ones finally fell asleep.
The full moon's light streamed into the room through the window.
Wen Zhaoye lay on his side on the cot next to him, holding his soft, cuddly eldest son in his arms.
Looking at the little one's peaceful sleeping face, he felt an indescribable surge of joy in his heart.
He smiled slightly, the scent of milk lingering in his nose, and gently brushed his forehead against the boy's.
"Wow~" the boy's loud voice rang out again.
Wen Zhaoye frowned slightly. Before he could pick up the children, the other two children started crying from the noise.
The warmth that had just arisen in her heart vanished without a trace, and she resignedly patted the boy's bottom gently, coaxing him softly.
When Wen Jiaojiao woke up in the middle of the night and saw the father and son in the next bed, a hint of a smile appeared in her eyes:
"The child's father?"
Wen Zhaoye lifted his eyelids and looked over, his hands constantly patting the child gently, and whispered:
"What's wrong, honey? Are you up so late at night because your husband doesn't sleep in the same bed as you, and you're not used to it?"
Wen Jiaojiao's smile widened, and she nodded:
"yes."
"If your husband won't sleep with you, I will." Wen Zhaoye's handsome face was roguish. After saying this in a low voice, he picked up the child and squeezed next to her. The child was placed between the two of them and looked around curiously.
Wen Jiaojiao raised her hand to stroke his cheek, her eyes crinkling as she teased him:
"Sleeping with someone else's husband feels really good."
Wen Zhaoye glanced at the other two sleeping people, lowered his voice, and said in a seductive tone:
"Once you're better, I'll let you experience it for real."
Just then, Da Bao raised his little hand and scratched his face, then started crying again.
Wen Zhaoye suddenly had a whimsical idea, and lifted her clothes, saying:
"You should let our eldest son have a taste too."
Wen Jiaojiao couldn't even suppress it; her snow-white breasts had just been exposed to the air.
Da Bao smelled it and put it in his mouth, rubbing his little head against it, looking very happy.
Wen Zhaoye laughed: "Look how comfortable my good son is."
Wen Jiaojiao gently tapped the little one's fair forehead with her finger:
"Son, you're able to have milk thanks to your dad, the lactation expert."
Wen Zhaoye: "..."
That sounds nice, but don't say it again.
Wen Jiaojiao said with amusement:
"Speaking of which, I seem to remember someone saying that if another person were to join the family, he wouldn't be able to support them."
Wen Zhaoye frowned and said:
When did I say that?
Wen Jiaojiao reminded:
"When I first arrived at your house, you said you weren't feeling well. Please don't think you're pregnant. You can't afford to support another baby."
Suddenly, a voice came from not far away:
"Jiaojiao, why are you talking about that stuff? Go to sleep."
The two of them froze, knowing without turning around that it was Xu Cuifen's muttering voice.
Wen Zhaoye had just seen that both of them had their eyes closed. He wasn't sure if Xu Cuifen was the only one awake, or if they were both awake but hadn't fallen asleep. In any case, they'd said quite a few lewd things.
He scratched the back of his head awkwardly, and then heard the nanny trying not to laugh.
The nanny whispered, "Sister, your son and Miss Jiang have such a good relationship."
Xu Cuifen couldn't fall asleep while the two were sharing a bed, but seeing that they thought she was asleep, she didn't dare to make a sound.
The more he listened, the more lewd the words became, and his face turned red. He had originally planned to turn a blind eye and pretend he didn't know anything.
However, when Wen Jiaojiao brought up the past, she was afraid that Wen Zhaoye would feel resentful and abandon her and the child, so she had to interrupt.
The couple tacitly pulled the blanket over their heads. Da Bao, seeing that everything was pitch black, buried his little head even more against Wen Jiao Jiao's chest.
Wen Zhaoye's handsome face flushed red. Afraid of suffocating the baby, he pulled down the blanket, then reached out and pulled the curtain around the bed to block their view. He mouthed to Wen Jiaojiao:
"Wife, if you want to do something to me, don't hold back."
As soon as he finished speaking, he turned his head and brought his face close to hers. Wen Jiaojiao chuckled softly, and then kissed his cheek in return.
Wen Zhaoye's handsome face lit up with a wide smile, his full forehead gently touching her smooth temples, his dark eyes, as bright as stars, seemed to be filled with boundless love.
Da Bao made "smacking" sounds between the two of them. After eating his fill, he wiggled his little legs and arms, turned his head away like a scumbag, and fell asleep with milk still on his lips.
The next day.
Jiang Ci and Qi Meijing visited Wen Jiaojiao at the hospital.
Holding the baby, Jiang Ci's face showed the expression of a child trafficker seeing a child, and she said:
"It's so small, I really want to steal one and take it home."
Wen Jiaojiao leaned against the bed and said with a smile:
“Yesterday your dad said he wanted to take you home to raise, and your brother immediately retorted without saying a word. If he heard you say that, he would definitely argue with you too.”
"His sharp tongue is nothing unusual."
Jiang Ci clumsily held the child. Just as she finished speaking, Wen Zhaoye walked in from outside carrying their second child. Seeing this scene, his heart tightened, and he said:
"Put him down quickly, don't drop him while you're holding him."
Jiang Ci's hand trembled in fright. Already having the illusion that the baby might slip out, she now completely lost her grip on the baby.
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