Wife-loving mad demon: Tsundere male god be gentle

Chapter 793 Intimate Interaction with the Baby

Jian Xiaomo glanced at it and could only do so. She nodded, stood up holding the baby, and shook the baby at the same time.

Long Chenjue picked up the thermos and poured it directly towards the bottle. Jian Xiaomo wanted to say, "Just fill up half a bottle of boiling water." But before he could say anything, Long Chenjue filled the bottle to the brim. Yes, and the tea table will be filled with boiling water.

After pouring, he still looked annoyed: "Why is the mouth of the baby bottle designed so small? Did the person who designed it have his head caught by the door?" No wonder he couldn't get in the water.

While talking, he was about to pick up the feeding bottle, but as soon as he picked it up, Long Chenjue threw the feeding bottle far away, and said from embarrassment, "It's scalding to death."

Jian Xiaomo was speechless, and said, "The bottle has just been filled with water, why isn't it hot?"

Is there something wrong with this man's head?

In the end, Long Chenjue gave her a hard look, blamed Jian Xiaomo for all the crimes, and said, "It's all the abusive baby bottles you bought."

Jian Xiaomo was speechless again, what does this have to do with the quality of the baby bottle.

The baby in his arms couldn't eat anything, and he looked around for his small mouth, but couldn't find it, so he cried even more fiercely, and Jian Xiaomo became more anxious, and was about to put the baby on the small bed, Long Chenjue left quickly In the past, he glared at Jian Xiaomo and said, "The baby is crying like this, and you still have the heart to put her on the bed, Jian Xiaomo, is this your own daughter? Is there such a vicious mother like you in the world?"

As he spoke, he hugged the baby from Jian Xiaomo's arms, and then gave Jian Xiaomo a hard look.

Jian Xiaomo couldn't tell for a moment, she put the baby on the bed, and she went to heat the milk powder, is this considered vicious?
This has nothing to do with viciousness.

Just as she was thinking, she saw Long Chenjue lift up the baby suddenly, and seeing Long Chenjue holding the baby in both hands, Jian Xiaomo was so frightened that her heart almost jumped out.

Immediately stepped forward and said: "The baby can't be hugged like this, what if it falls down?"

Long Chenjue gave Jian Xiaomo a disdainful look and said, "Even if I hug you like this, I won't be able to fall off. Do you want to try?"

Jian Xiaomo's face turned red instantly.

At this moment, an unexpected scene happened to Jian Xiaomo. Long Chenjue put one hand on the top of the baby's head, and then held the baby's little feet with the other hand, and just like that, shook the baby Shake away.

Jian Xiaomo was scared of having a heart attack, what if she got dumped, and the baby's bones are so soft, what if something happened to her.

Just when she was worried, the crying baby stopped crying strangely, and giggled at Long Chenjue.

It seemed that he enjoyed the way Long Chenjue shook her.

Jian Xiaomo put his mind back in an instant, seeing that the two of them were having a good time.

Then Jian Xiaomo turned around and went to heat the baby's milk powder. On the coffee table, there were water stains everywhere, and Jian Xiaomo didn't have time to clean it up, so he hurriedly heated the baby's milk powder.

Give an empty bottle, half a cup of cold water, and then estimate the boiling water, try the water temperature with your hands, feel that the water temperature is about the same, and this amount is just what the baby wants.

Then he began to add milk powder, and when he reached the amount of six spoons, he shook it with his hands to let the milk powder melt in as much as possible, then wiped the water temperature again with his hands, and then walked towards the direction where Long Chenjue was holding the baby.

The baby seemed to like being held by Long Chenjue very much. While holding him, Long Chenjue shook him very lightly, but Jian Xiaomo still saw that the man was nervous, and there was already sweat on his forehead. nervous.

(End of this chapter)