After the divorce, the ex-wife kept losing her vest

Chapter 975 Little Nezha

The son's first name was given by Yu Jinwen, and Nan Song gave him his nickname.

When she was pregnant, Yu Munan refused to come out. Nan Song was afraid that she was pregnant with Nezha, so she called him "Little Nezha" every day, which was smooth.

After he was born, the uncles teased his nephew one by one with little Nezha, so Nan Song simply decided on a nickname for his son, Little Nezha!

Little Nezha was wrinkled when he was just born, but now he has grown a lot. His eyes are big, like purple grapes, and full of energy. Even though his brows are always wrinkled and his face is deep in thought, he is not very cute. laugh.

The more Nan Song looked at him, the more he felt that his son looked like his uncle.

"What does it look like?"

Yu Jinwen came over. Every time he saw his son clinging to Nan Song's body and sucking milk, he felt like he was being taken advantage of. He was secretly jealous of his son in his heart, and he didn't like it at the moment.

Perhaps feeling the sharp gaze from his father, little Nezha opened his mouth, glanced in his direction, and tilted his head to the side.

That look is so arrogant...

Nan Song couldn't help but smile, handed the child to his father, and put down his clothes.

Yu Jinwen hugged his son. The father and son looked at each other with big eyes. It seemed that they were not very familiar with each other and had not established a close and friendly father-son relationship. When he thought of this little thing causing his wife so much pain, Yu Jinwen just wanted to beat him.

But after all, he is his biological son, and he must be given the face he deserves.

Yu Jinwen suppressed his temper. The topic just now was not over yet. He stared at his son's young face seriously and said, "The eyes don't look alike."

"nonsense!"

Nan Song was drinking the crucian carp and tofu soup that her mother-in-law, Ms. Yu Fengjiao, made for her. Hearing this, she glared at Yu Jinwen, "Both of us have black eyeballs. Can we really have a genetic mutation and give birth to a little monster with blue eyes?"

As soon as he finished speaking, Nan Song quickly added: "I'm not saying that eldest brother is a monster..."

Yu Jinwen hugged his son with a smile on his face, "Big brother is not here, what are you afraid of?"

Nan Song coughed lightly, glanced at little Nezha secretly, and muttered, "I always feel like my eldest brother is staring at me... Look at your son, he is so serious. Even if you tease him, he won't smile. That serious look on his face is really serious." He looks so much like his uncle!”

Yu Jinwen took another closer look and felt that it looked a bit similar.

He raised the corner of his lips and said, "It's normal for a nephew to follow his uncle. Maybe it's because you were thinking about your elder brother every day when you were pregnant with him. Mother and son are connected and have telepathy."

Nan Song nodded, thinking it was possible.

Yu Jinwen looked at Nan Song, who was sitting on the sofa, drinking soup, and pretended to sigh, "Oh, why doesn't anyone care about me?"

Nan Song almost choked on the soup. He raised his head and saw Lao Yugan with a sad look on his face. He felt funny in his heart, "You are by my side. What do you have to worry about? It's okay to be jealous of my son. You are jealous of my elder brother too." Eat, did you grow it in a vinegar vat? Mr. Yu Jinwen?"

Yu Jinwen's heartstrings were twitched as he listened to the rising notes of the Southern Song.

The weather was getting cold, and Nan Song was in confinement again. Worried that she would catch a cold, housekeeper Zhao knitted her a red hat with beautiful roses embroidered on it. Zhao’s mother was good at needlework. Nan Song wore a red hat. Just like Little Red Riding Hood in the fairy tale, she is fair, beautiful and cute.

It makes people want to turn into a big bad wolf and bite her.

Yu Jinwen always dared to think and act. He walked towards Nansong with his son in his arms and asked her in a deep voice, "Is the soup delicious?"

They say that pregnancy makes you stupid for three years. I haven't experienced it yet, but my brain is indeed slower than before. For example, when Nan Song listened to Yu Jinwen's voice at the moment, he didn't understand what he meant, nor did he feel it. Danger strikes.

"It's delicious. Try it." Nan Song took a sip of the soup with a spoon and wanted to feed it to him.

Yu Jinwen hugged his son and leaned down. Instead of drinking the soup from the spoon, he wiped the soup stains on Nan Song's mouth bit by bit and carefully, tasted the taste carefully, and commented: "Yeah, that's good. Mom's cooking skills have improved recently."

The gentle and soft touch still lingered on her lips. Two blushes appeared on Nan Song's cheeks, and she glared at Yu Jinwen in embarrassment.

"You're doing it in front of little Nezha. Be careful to teach your son bad things. If he grows up to be like Fu Yu, just go ahead and cry."

Little Nezha has no idea what her parents are doing now. The baby is sleepy after eating, and her eyes are closed. She has no time to watch her parents kiss. She wrinkles her little nose and just wants to sleep.

Yu Jinwen carried his son to the cradle and answered Nan Song's words, "If he grows up like Fu Yu and doesn't learn well, I won't cry, I'll let him cry."

(Fu Yu: I was really shot while lying down at home!)

Little Nezha is a good baby.

Although he doesn't like to laugh very much, he doesn't like to cry either. He usually pees or poops, and wrinkles his nose. The adults don't care, and then he yells to remind them: it's time to change the baby's diaper.

After changing, his butt was clean and he stopped crying.

Very good service.

Yu Jinwen put his son to sleep and had dinner with his wife.

Nan Song is now committed to taking care of her body, so she eats a lot of food. The kitchen in the Yu family's old house is open all day long, and the chefs always have it. As long as she wants to eat, she can just tell her and the cooks will cook it for her. .

The treatment in the Yu family is better than that in the Nan family.

Nan Song is very well-behaved now and doesn't compete with her body and appetite. She couldn't eat anything before and only gained less than ten kilograms during pregnancy. Little Nezha was not affected by the mother and fetus, weighing seven kilograms and six taels. Very healthy.

After giving birth to the child, Nan Song lost another two or three pounds. She reshaped her body while replenishing her body. She barely weighed over [-], but it looked like she had lost weight again.

Yu Fengjiao really felt sorry for her, and prepared delicious qi-boosting and blood-replenishing dishes for her in various ways, including crucian carp and tofu soup, black-bone chicken soup, and pig's trotters soup, taking turns.

She would make more of whatever Nan Song liked to drink. Sometimes Nan Song would stick to her and act coquettishly when she couldn't drink it anymore. Yu Fengjiao couldn't resist her coquettishness, and most of the soup ended up in the stomachs of Ding Mao and Yu Jinwen. .

Confinement meals make people fat.

Ding Mao, who is so thin, has gained several pounds in half a month due to Nan Song's glory, and his whole body has become rounder and looks very good.

"Husband, I can't drink anymore."

After cooking a whole pot of fish soup, Nan Song only drank half a bowl before she couldn't drink it anymore. She asked her husband for help every day. After Yu Jinwen finished cooking the rest of her soup and rice, she was so exhausted that she leaned back on the chair and said to Nan Song. : "Honey, if you continue like this, my abdominal muscles will disappear."

"Huh? It's gone so soon? Let me see."

Nan Song went over and lifted up Yu Jinwen's clothes, revealing her lean waist. She stretched out her fingers and poked them, counting the pieces, "It's okay so far, there are still six pieces left, and the other two pieces are less obvious. Husband, you have to take more exercise."

Miss Nan put forward strict requirements for Mr. Yu.

Yu Jinwen stared at her with dark eyes, "Well, I think so too."

While speaking, the world was spinning, and Nan Song was pushed down on the sofa by Yu Jinwen. She whispered, "I didn't mean this exercise..."

(End of this chapter)