Fresh and tender little Tianhou: Uncle, hold me tight!

Chapter 491 The Grinding Little Monster

"Mom, thank you for your hard work. Qiyou is hungry and you wake me up."

Meng Yinyin looked at Su Ziqing gratefully

If it wasn't for Su Ziqing's help, she would definitely be in a hurry, not knowing how to take care of the baby.

The child was so small and soft that Meng Yinyin didn't even dare to bathe him alone, for fear of accidentally dropping the little one into the water.

"it is good."

Su Ziqing carried the child downstairs, opened the door, and let Song Tingyue in.

Although she let Song Tingyue in, she didn't intend to let Song Tingyue and Meng Yinyin meet.

If we don't meet each other, it will gradually fade away.

Song Tingyue put away his laptop and entered the door, smiling and reaching out to the baby.

"Take off your coat and wash your hands." Su Ziqing is a very casual person, there are too many bacteria outside, especially when taking transportation, you must pay more attention to hygiene.

The child was born shortly, and his constitution was weak, so he couldn't bear so many germs.

Song Tingyue quickly took off his coat and went to the bathroom to wash his hands. Following Su Ziqing's instructions, he washed his hands with disinfectant hand sanitizer.

When washing your hands, wash your face as well.

Only then did Su Ziqing safely hand the little guy into Song Tingyue's hands.

"Don't kiss Qiyou, don't cough or sneeze at Qiyou, don't speak loudly."

Su Ziqing said "no" four times in a row, and Song Tingyue suddenly felt a lot of pressure and became more careful.

The little guy was in Song Tingyue's arms, not crying or fussing, very well-behaved.

He yawned, curled his mouth, closed his eyes and fell asleep.

Song Tingyue hugged the little guy and watched him sleep all the time, not even daring to breathe.

Looking at his son who looked like a glutinous rice dumpling, Song Ting was full of joy.

His son is so cute, like an angel.

Su Ziqing lowered her voice and said, "Put Qiyou on the sofa and let him sleep by himself."

Song Tingyue put down Qiyou carefully, and the little guy opened his mouth and started to cry as if frightened.

Seeing the child crying, Song Tingyue didn't dare to neglect him, and quickly picked him up again.

Lying in Song Tingyue's generous and warm arms, the little guy stopped crying soon and slept soundly.

"You have to hold her to sleep well. It's really tormenting." Su Ziqing smiled and shook her head.

Song Tingyue looked at Su Ziqing and said in a low voice, "Auntie, go and rest, I'll take care of Qiyou."

"Well, I'll leave Qiyou to you, take good care of him."

Su Ziqing was also tired, so she got up and went upstairs.

Only Song Tingyue and Meng Qiyou were left in the living room on the first floor.

Song Tingyue still had work to do, so he turned on the computer again, holding Qiyou in one hand, and typing with the other.

The little guy slept peacefully in his arms.

Meng Yinyin took a bath and lay on the bed tossing and turning, unable to sleep.

She knew that the more Song Ting was leading Qiyou downstairs, her heart would be hard to settle down, as if a pair of invisible big hands were pulling her.

Song Tingyue...

She misses him so much.

My heart hurts thinking about it.

Hearing the door close next door, Meng Yinyin knew that Su Ziqing had gone back to sleep, and she couldn't hold back even more.

After struggling on the bed for a long time, she finally got up.

Put on your nightgown and go downstairs.

Standing on the stairs, she saw Song Tingyue holding the child at work, and the picture was surprisingly harmonious.

Her footsteps were very light, but Song Tingyue could still hear her.

He looked back at her, and their eyes met in the air.

Song Tingyue got up and walked towards Meng Yinyin.

"Sound."

Thousands of words were choked in his throat, Song Tingyue couldn't say anything, he could only hold her hand tightly, tightly.

Meng Yinyin wanted to cry when she saw Song Tingyue.

Tears fell silently.

(End of this chapter)