"Can it be the same?
After all, there were people helping before.
You may not fully understand the hardship of raising children."
Yan Xiangnuan shook his head.
Aunt Song at home would help.
She was also there during the day, so the little bamboo shoots were easy to take care of, but if there was no When someone helps, he has to do it himself no matter what.
This is different.
"Okay," Yan Xiangyang agreed.
He really loves the little bamboo shoots.
Even in the past, he would go home to take care of the little bamboo shoots on the weekends.
If something happened that weekend, he would not be back.
He might not be used to it.
"Yes, yes, you are the best uncle in the world."
Yan Xiangnuan nodded wildly in agreement.
She also expected Yan Xiangyang to take care of the little bamboo shoots in the past two days.
She would praise and say nice things, and she would just blurt it out without any pressure at all. "" But Yan Xiangyang, who was praised, did not feel happy at all.
This may be because Yan Xiangnuan's praise was somewhat insincere.
But Yan Xiangnuan has such a temperament and is not very good at praising others.
He should be satisfied if he can hear praise from her mouth, and he doesn't ask for anything else.
In this way, Yan Xiangnuan took it as a matter of course and openly handed over the little bamboo shoots to Yan Xiangyang to take care of.
Yan Xiangyang, the uncle, also took on the responsibility of taking care of his little nephew.
The baby bamboo shoots are basically easy to take care of when Yan Xiangnuan is at home.
At night, Yan Xiangyang sleeps with the baby bamboo shoots in the baby room.
The baby bamboo shoots neither cry nor make fuss.
When he wakes up in the middle of the night, Yan Xiangyang patiently soaks the baby bamboo shoots.
Milk powder, after drinking it, I coaxed the little bamboo shoots to fall asleep.
After all, Yan Xiangyang is still young.
Young people have good health and do not doze off when they wake up.
After coaxing the little bamboo shoots to sleep, they will fall asleep immediately when their heads touch the pillow.
The quality of sleep should not be too good.
When he wakes up the next day, he will also fall asleep.
The little bamboo shoot didn't feel tired at all.
Yan Xiangnuan couldn't help but sigh.
It's good to be young.
Because of Yan Xiangyang's careful care during the weekend, Yan Xiangnuan and his wife also took two days off.
"Xiangyang, remember to come back early next weekend, sister will miss you very much."
Yan Xiangyang's two-day weekend of taking care of the children is coming to an end, and the person who is most reluctant to leave is undoubtedly Yan Xiangnuan.
"You want me to take care of the little bamboo shoots, right?"
Yan Xiangyang didn't like to see Yan Xiangnuan's extremely reluctant attitude at all.
If it was really reluctant, forget it.
She knew that she couldn't bear to lose him as the one who took care of the little bamboo shoots.
The male nanny suddenly felt as if he had eaten Coptis chinensis, feeling congested and bitter.
Yan Xiangnuan couldn't help but feel ashamed: "What nonsense are you talking about?"
""Suddenly there was a curse word that I didn't know whether to say or not.
After Yan Xiangyang returned to school, Yan Xiangnuan resumed his life as a husband and raised his children.
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When he was taking the little bamboo shoots, he would occasionally contact his master and brother far away in Xuanmen.
He also developed and mailed two copies of the photos of the little bamboo shoots.
To Master Zhang Yuan, the old man also liked the photo of the little bamboo shoots.
I heard that he had to look at the photo every morning when he got up.
"Girl, I will go back to the imperial capital next month.
You can take the time to clean up at my residence in the suburbs."
Zhang Yuan stayed in Xuanmen for a few days.
He got a little tired of staying and quietly prepared to pat his butt and leave Xuanmen for a big day.
Pile things up and leave.
Fortunately, Uncle Yang Qing indulged Master Zhang Yuan, otherwise Master Zhang Yuan's position as the leader would have been unstable long ago.
"Master, you have returned to the imperial capital, who cares about Xuanmen?"
"Your uncle," Zhang Yuan said confidently. "" Yan Xiangnuan suddenly felt sorry for his senior uncle Yang Qing.
It has been hard enough for a senior brother like Zhang Yuan to deal with these years.
But the person on the other end of the phone was her master, and she couldn't say much.
Fortunately, although her master was willful, he was usually not confused about major matters.
His appearance as an old naughty boy concealed his inner desire for freedom.
Here, after contacting the master, Yan Xiangnuan fed the little bamboo shoots and put him to sleep.
Then he looked at Jin Weimo, who was almost healed from his injuries and was about to cancel his leave and return to the army.
"There are scars on my hands."
Jin Weimo has many large and small scars on his body.
Yan Xiangnuan is used to it, but looking at the new burn marks on Jin Weimo's left arm, it feels a little bumpy when touched.
Yan Xiangnuan couldn't help but feel distressed.
Jin Weimo didn't care about these scars, but looked at Yan Xiangnuan's troubled expression and asked with a somewhat uncertain tone: "It's ugly."
He was afraid that Yan Xiangnuan wouldn't like him, especially because Yan Xiangnuan's body was fair and tender, and his skin was whiter than tofu and eggs.
Compared with the large and small scars on his body, for men, these scars were a kind of glory, but for women, How many people wouldn't like someone with scars all over their body?
"Not ugly."
Yan Xiangnuan shook his head and reached out to touch the new pink skin on Jin Weimo's arm.
He looked up at Jin Weimo with a firm expression: "These scars are all symbols of your honor.
I like it.
I Proud.
But, Jin Weimo, promise me not to get hurt.
I will be worried, I will be heartbroken, and I will be reluctant to bear it."
Yan Xiangnuan told the truth.
As a soldier, he has more or less scars on his body, but Yan Xiangnuan hopes that Jin Weimo will be a soldier without scars.
Although it is a bit selfish to say this, after all, if something happens, either Jin Weimo will die or die.
Others sacrifice, this is what soldiers do.
This world always needs someone to selflessly dedicate themselves.
"I will take care of myself."
Jin Weimo had no choice but to agree.
He put his arms around Yan Xiangnuan's shoulders and gently kissed Yan Xiangnuan's forehead.
After Jin Weimo returned to the army, he continued his busy life.
Yan Xiangnuan also lived at home with his little bamboo shoots, but now the little bamboo shoots can also go out, and Yan Xiangnuan will not be bored at home every day.
When I had time, I took the little bamboo shoots out for a walk, and also went to see the little resentful baby.
The little resentful baby was born a few months earlier than the little bamboo shoots.
Although the little girl was born prematurely, she grew very well, and she has raised some in the past few months.
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Rourou, you are so much cuter.
Jingxia has carefully taken care of Xiaoyingying for several months, and now she has returned to the entertainment industry.
However, her stardom is not smooth, and she only plays small roles.
Jingxia doesn't mind, and seems to be open-minded.
I have gained a lot, and I no longer pursue fame and fortune when filming, but simply pursue the happiness of filming.
Yan Xiangnuan had no objection to this.
While Jingxia was busy at work, she also took good care of her children.
Naturally, Yan Xiangnuan would not embarrass her.
Even if she encountered any difficulties, Yan Xiangnuan would be willing to help.
Now Yan Xiangnuan is taking care of the little bamboo shoots.
When she is free, she is most worried about Pei Chuxia.
She is pregnant and was forcibly detained abroad by Lou Ming.
He doesn't know if she is okay or not.
But fortunately, Pei Chuxia returned to China not long after.
Yan Xiangnuan knew that Pei Chuxia was now living in her apartment after returning to China.
He was a little surprised, but he still packed up his clothes and went to Pei Chuxia's residence to see me and her.
"Here we come."
Pei Chuxia opened the door, saw Yan Xiangnuan pushing a stroller at the door, and said with a smile. aa2705221: