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"We're talking about winglet." Yan smiled at him: "you also came to see Xiaoyi?"

"Yes, my grandfather and my mother are here. They are downstairs." Tang Jindao.

Yan Xiaowen immediately slipped down from the bed: "then I'll go back first and come to see you another day."

"OK, take good care of yourself when you go back." Xia Yiwan asked.

Yan smiled and left.

Not long after, siliya came in and said, "late, are you better?"

Xia Yiwan had a caesarean section. She couldn't eat for the first three days, but she was hungry.

Even if you can move these days, the wound will hurt.

"Much better." Xia Yiwan answered with a smile.

"Well, I saw that Yan Xiaogang had just left. You may also be tired. Go to sleep first. I'll take Xiaoyi down and show it to your grandpa. He thinks Xiaoyi can't do it." Siliya smiled.

Xia Yiwan nodded obediently.

She is really tired.

Hearing siliya's words, Siyi steamed stuffed bun couldn't help collapsing again.

He was afraid of smiling because the godmother loved kissing him.

I not only like kissing, but also the kind of kissing with saliva on my face.

But compared with Yan Xiao, he is more afraid of this great grandfather. His beard is called a prick!

But it happened that the great grandfather liked kissing his little face more than his godmother.

While Siyi steamed stuffed bun was secretly feigning, siliya had carried him downstairs.

Si Mo heard that master Si was coming and had gone down to accompany him.

Mr. si used to like to chat with his grandson, but now when he saw the small steamed stuffed bun in siliya's arms, he immediately stretched out his hand and pushed Si Mo aside: "sit over there and let your aunt sit here!"

Sima's eyes twitched.

Tang Jin saw Si Mo's expression and immediately laughed: "brother, do you feel the taste of being left out?"

Si Mo glanced at him and said nothing.

"Oh, my dear grandson, let Grandpa Zeng hug you." Mr. Si took the small steamed stuffed bun of Si Yi and immediately gathered together to kiss it.

"Wow!" Siyi steamed stuffed bun immediately cried in protest.

Before, he felt that as a gifted baby, he was a little ashamed to cry.

But now I find that there are too many torments for not crying.

Anyway, he's small, so he's shameless for the time being.

As soon as Si Yi cried, Si Liya hurriedly stopped him: "Dad, don't kiss him, just hug him. You have a small wing in your beard."

"All right, all right." Master Si said, holding up his wings and turning around on the ground.

It was already in the afternoon when Mr. Si sent them away.

Si Mo returns to the bedroom with his son in his arms. Xia Yi wakes up after sleeping late.

"Did you feed the little wing?" Xia Yiwan asked.

A gifted son is in trouble.

She has a lot of milk. Feeding Siyi directly is not a problem at all.

But from the first time she held Siyi to nurse, her gifted son was particularly excluded and didn't open his mouth.

No way, she can only squeeze the milk into the bottle and let sister GUI feed him.

"Sister GUI fed it just now." Si Mo said he was going to put his son into the small bed.

"No, you take the little wing and let me see. I haven't seen him for a long time." Xia Yiwan said and patted the bed around her.

Smerton took a moment, then took his son to bed, put his son between himself and Xia Yiwan, and he also lay next to him.

"Lie aside and be careful not to touch the wings." Xia Yiwan reached out and pushed him.