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

Chapter 990 Fu Yu wants to propose marriage

Luo Junheng was quite familiar with little Nezha's crying.

After all, Nan Song used this trick to wake him up, and there is a feeling that still lingers...

However, little Nezha's crying made his uncles unable to cry anymore.

After all, they were already so old, so they couldn't cry like children. They just held back their tears and just looked at their eldest brother very happily.

It’s great that big brother is back.

Luo Junheng glanced over and looked at the red eyes of his brothers. Knowing their mood, his nose was also a little sore, so he endured it.

There is no need for brothers to hug each other and cry, although Ji Yun and Bai Luyu really want to jump on their eldest brother and give him a hug to express how much they miss him!
However, they were slow.

Before they could take action, Nan Song stuffed his son into his eldest brother's arms like a sweet potato, "There are so many uncles, but you are the only one who has never hugged your eldest nephew."

"..."

Luo Junheng's body was stiff and he didn't dare to move for a while.

As soon as little Nezha reached his arms, he stopped crying and just looked at him. The uncle and nephew looked at me and I looked at you, both sizing up each other.

I don't know if it was Luo Junheng's blue eyes that were particularly attractive. Little Nezha looked at him and stopped moving, stopped crying, and suddenly grinned.

Luo Junheng: "..."

What are you laughing at?
But this little thing looks quite cute.

When he met his uncle for the first time, little Nezha first attracted his attention with a cry, and then gave him a bright smile, which was very honorable.

A group of people walked up the mountain in a mighty manner.

Little Nezha was still in his uncle's arms, so Nan Song felt indifferent to his son for a while, then went to tease his uncle's little blue orange.

The fact that Lan Chen's nickname is "Little Blue Orange" has to be traced back to the nanny He Xiaowen hired. Because of the inaccurate pronunciation, every time he called Lan Chen, he called her Lan Chen. He Xiaowen thought Little Orange was quite cute. , just call it that, and the nickname will come out.

Little Lancheng was also very well-behaved, lying quietly in the quilt, being held by her mother, neither crying nor fussing. Nan Song compared her younger brother and her son and said, "Don't look at the older one for these two months. Lan Cheng still looks much bigger than little Nezha."

He Xiaowen said: "Children grow up very fast, but this one in our family can eat. Little Nezha also deserves to eat and drink, but I don't know if he dislikes my milk, the water tastes wrong or something, and he eats less. . Maybe I miss my mother even more."

Nan Song originally thought that her son would be a mother if he had milk and would be easy to support. But now he felt a little sorry for his son when He Xiaowen said this. He should hurry up and return to his mother's arms!

Lan Yu was afraid that He Xiaowen would be tired, so he rarely let her hold her except when feeding. Xiaowen hugged her for a while before Lan Yu took her over again, "I'll do it."

Luo Yin, Nan Ningsong and others came down the mountain slowly, and there was another bustle.

"Come on, little Nezha, let grandma give you a hug."

Luo Yin rubbed her hands against little Nezha, like the wolf grandmother in fairy tales. Little Nezha howled twice in her arms, and cried even harder after being coaxed by her. Nan Song took it over, and he still She cried, but finally she stopped crying when she was in Luo Junheng's arms.

Seeing little Nezha who immediately calmed down in Luo Junheng's arms, Luo Yin, the grandmother, and Nan Song, the mother, both felt a touch of sadness.

Are they not beautiful enough?
Or are they not fragrant enough?
Fortunately, there are many children at home.

He Shen and Shu Ying's baby Feng'er is one and a half years old. He can talk and walk smoothly. He can stand up after falling down and clap his hands. He is very cute.

Luo Yin and Nan Song pestered each other, one insisted on being called grandma, and the other insisted on being called aunt. Little He Feng could already chatter a lot.

Faced with the "entanglement" between Luo Yin and Nan Song, the little guy didn't get impatient. He called people "grandma" and "aunt" very cooperatively. The little guy nodded his little head when he called, making a babyish sound and looking like a child. So cute and adorable.

Luo Yin and Nan Song were so happy that they kissed Feng'er one by one. Feng'er's face was drooled as a result of the kiss. Quan Yeqian shook his head aside, "It's terrible."

"Feng'er, come here, let the second uncle hold you." He saved He Feng in time, picked up the little guy, put it on his neck and rode the horse. He Feng was very happy, raised his little fist, "Charge!"

Everyone laughed, and the laughter lingered along the entire mountain road.

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Yu Jinwen's arms didn't have much strength yet, so he couldn't hold his son very well.

Nan Song found a gap and placed little Nezha between Yu Jinwen's legs. The father and son had not seen each other for a while, and it seemed that they had to cultivate their relationship again.

Yu Jinwen teased little Nezha twice, but the little guy didn't buy it very much. He seemed to dislike his father for not having the blue eyes of his uncle, and didn't look at him.

"My son ignores me." Yu Jinwen complained to his wife.

Nan Song also complained, "He ignored me at the foot of the mountain and just watched my eldest brother kiss me. He cried a lot when I brought him over just now, which made me feel like a stepmother."

There was a thread on the quilt. Nan Song took the needle and thread, threaded the needle and thread, and started to sew the quilt. She moved skillfully and neatly, like a good wife and mother.

"Is it."

Yu Jinwen didn't think it was a big deal and continued teasing his son, "Well, our son is quite discerning. He knows who is the boss in the family and who's hugging him tightly."

Nan Song bit the thread directly and tugged at the corner of his mouth, "Follow me."

"Huh?" Yu Jinwen said, "Just follow me."

Nan Song raised his eyes and looked at him, "Follow me!"

"Okay, as you like."

Yu Jinwen coaxed his wife and said with a smile, "It's up to you."

Nan Song was so coaxable that she became happy once she was coaxed, "That's pretty much it."

Looking at the scene of a family of three enjoying themselves happily, Fu Yu turned into a "lonely old man" with no one to pay attention to him. He said pitifully, "I said, pay attention to me, I also want to play with my godson."

"Daddy hasn't had enough fun yet."

Yu Jinwen said very ruthlessly: "Just stay aside."

Fu Yu: Humph!

"What's so great? When I give birth to a litter in the future, my wife and children will be on the hot bed." Fu Yu said this and couldn't help but think of his bright future.

Yinyin is already 19 years old, can she still be far away from turning 20?

"You think beautifully."

As soon as Su Yin and Fu Zi walked in, they heard Fu Yu's nonsense. Su Yin couldn't help but give him a look, "You want to give birth to a litter by yourself? Do you have the ability?"

That must be... no.

After his wife finally came back, Fu Yu certainly didn't dare to lose his popularity anymore. He immediately said with a shy smile: "I don't have the ability to give birth to children, but I still have the ability to marry a wife. How many children do you want, or not?" It doesn’t matter, we can adopt him.”

Fu Yu looked at Fu Zi again and said, "Sister, I'm already a grown-up. Do you have to hurry up and propose marriage for me? Anyway, you're here too, so we can do it together!"

Fu Zi raised her lips and smiled.

"That's why sister came here."

(End of this chapter)