With this thought in his mind, he couldn't hold it back and complained rudely: "What are you hiding from? Who wants to look at you!"
"..." Mu Wanqing didn't say a word when she heard this, but her ears instantly turned red.
It's not that she's being pretentious, but the knitted sweater she's wearing today is inconvenient. She has to lift it all up when breastfeeding, exposing too much - it's broad daylight and she's in a car. Although the back compartment is closed, it's still outdoors.
After my sister ate, her crying gradually subsided, leaving only the sound of swallowing and breathing. She could tell that she was hungry and ate in a hurry.
Mu Wanqing was afraid that she would choke, so she could only press it a little.
The knitted sweater was made of smooth material and couldn't be fixed. When rolled up, it kept falling down and covering my sister's face. My sister felt uncomfortable, so she raised her little hands to pull at it. She could only lift the dress up again, trying to roll it up higher with her chin. Press down.
Wen Zhan was sitting next to him, with his son in his arms put into the car cradle. The little guy was asleep at first, and probably because of a telepathic connection, he sensed that his sister had something to eat, and gradually started to stretch herself.
Wen Zhan knew that the boy couldn't coax him anymore, so he turned back to the woman, wanting to ask her how long her sister would be. He saw that she was breastfeeding while rolling up her clothes and stretching her neck. It looked like she was trying to press her chin on the clothes to hold them in place. ——That action is really embarrassing and funny.
He rolled his eyes silently, turned around and rummaged through the storage box at hand, and found out a binder clip that he had left in the car at some point.
Just as Mu Wanqing pressed her chin down on her clothes, a hand suddenly stretched out from the corner of her eye. She was so frightened that she suddenly raised her face and her clothes fell down again.
"You -" She was about to ask this man what he wanted to do, when she saw him pick up the hem of the shirt that fell on her daughter's face, roll it up, then open the binder clip and clamp the clothes.
Clamped...
Mu Wanqing stayed there, completely unresponsive.
While rolling up the clothes, his hand inadvertently touched her chest, causing her heart to skip another beat and her eyes to freeze as she stared at the man.
Wen Zhan helped her finish it. When he stopped, he raised his eyes and asked lightly: "What are you afraid of? Do you really think I'm a gangster?"
"..." Mu Wanqing swallowed, blushing and looking away.
At that moment, she had indeed misunderstood, thinking that this bastard was going to reach out and touch her.
Seeing that she remained silent, Wen Zhan didn't bother to say anything, so he just reminded: "My son is awake and he is probably going to make trouble soon. Hurry up."
"Well, I'll feed him after I finish feeding my sister." Mu Wanqing responded in a low voice, looking down at her daughter in her arms.
No matter how stable the car was, it would occasionally shake. She was worried that her daughter would vomit after eating too much, so she coaxed the little girl to stop eating.
But my sister had been hungry for too long and was unwilling. After being forcibly pulled out by her mother, she immediately began to cry "Wow!"
Sure enough, it’s what you’re afraid of. It doesn’t matter how many times my sister cries. The key is that crying stimulates the intestines and stomach. Suddenly, the breast milk spurts out of my sister’s mouth like a fountain!
"Wen Zhan! Hurry up!" Mu Wanqing was frightened and hurriedly patted the man next to her.
Wen Zhan looked back, his expression changed drastically, and he quickly pulled out a tissue and handed it over.
But it's still too late...
Milky white milk gurgled out of my sister's mouth. It looked like she had vomited all the food she had just eaten.
Not only was her sister's clothes stained, Mu Wanqing's body was also covered in milk.
When Wen Zhan almost finished wiping out the entire pack of cotton towels, his sister stopped vomiting.
The children were five months old, and both of them had seen physiological vomiting many times, but this was the first time they saw such a ferocious gushing of milk, and they were both frightened for a moment.
Fortunately, Wen Zhan woke up quickly. Seeing that she was in such a mess, he quickly picked up his daughter and said, "I'll hold her first while you clean yourself up."
At this moment, there was no barrier between the two of them, and they were all thinking about how to best settle their children.
Mu Wanqing saw that she was covered in milk stains and couldn't wipe them clean. She could only use a cotton towel to cover them until she went home to take a shower and change clothes.
"How is my sister? Are you choking?" She put a tissue on her face and looked at her daughter.
Wen Zhan held his sister upright. Hearing this, he turned around and looked at her, frowning, "Probably not, but he vomited everything he just ate."
"Well, let's talk about it when we get home."
She managed to tidy herself up, but when she saw her daughter crying non-stop and reaching out to pull at her, she obviously wanted her mother to hug her, so she had to hug her back quickly.
The little girl's clothes were also all wet and it was inconvenient to change in the car. She used the same method and stuffed the cotton towel on her daughter's neck and chest, keeping it away from the wet clothes.
Her brother also started crying, but Mu Wanqing was covered in milk stains and was a mess, and she couldn't feed him.
"You can coax him first. You can wait until you get home before eating. Don't throw up again later." She looked at her son who had opened his throat and ordered Wen Zhan.
It was the first time that Wen Zhan had taken care of a baby himself, even a sick baby. Wen Zhan felt deeply in his heart and realized how difficult it is for women to raise children.
Even if there are many people helping, many things are irreplaceable, such as breastfeeding and sticking to the mother when the child is sick.
Many families are overwhelmed with having a baby, let alone two of them. They get sick together, cry together, and need milk together.
The cries of the brother and sister overlapped in the carriage, making Wen Zhan's head spin.
Finally, I made it home.
Aunt Zhou and Sister-in-law had not returned yet, so Mu Wanqing could only ask other servants at home to help her bathe and change her clothes.
Wen Zhan held his son in his arms and prepared to make milk for him, but he had never done this before and he knew nothing about it.
Fortunately, the servant had been exposed to the situation in the past few months and had learned a little from the confinement sister-in-law. She provided guidance and finally allowed my brother to hold the bottle.
Mu Wanqing cleaned up her daughter and straightened up, her movements were a little slow.
Wen Zhan walked in and happened to see this scene, and he couldn't help but feel a touch of distress in his eyes.
"Give me the child. You go wash up and change your clothes." Seeing that his daughter was neatly dressed, he stepped forward in time and spoke gently.
Mu Wanqing looked back at him, but only glanced at him and moved away, muttering in a low voice: "Then see if you can coax him..."
He usually has few children and lacks experience. In addition, sick children are particularly noisy. Women feel that he may not be able to handle it.
Sure enough, as soon as she entered the bathroom and took off her clothes, her daughter's cries came from outside, and the cries became louder and louder, gradually becoming heartbreaking.
Mu Wanqing had just wet her hair, and when she heard something wrong with the crying, she shouted loudly in the bathroom: "If you can't figure it out, go find the confinement sisters. They should be back, right?"
Wen Zhan tried his best to coax the little cotton-padded jacket in his arms, his handsome face condensed into a ball. No matter how difficult a business project was, he had never been so at a loss.
Hearing the sound in the bathroom, he carried his daughter to the door and shouted back: "Not yet."
Haven't replied yet?
Mu Wanqing was speechless and had no choice but to take another move: "Then tease her with toys and divert her attention."
Wen Zhan was holding a toy in his hand. Unfortunately, the little girl cried so hard that her eyes were closed and she was completely isolated from the world: "She didn't even look at it!"
"..." Mu Wanqing regretted, she would have known better just to wipe the milk stains from the ends of her hair, and it would have been faster without washing her hair.
"How about I carry her in? She might feel better looking at you." Wen Zhan had no choice but to suddenly think of this trick.
