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Seeing her son eating spoonful after spoonful, Xin Furong was also full of heart.

Halfway through eating, she asked Yuanfeng, "Is your meal ready?"

Yuanfeng nodded, his hand was still feeding his son, the corners of his mouth were slightly curled up, he could see that he was in a good mood: "There is only one soup, when Xiao Dandan finishes eating this bowl of glutinous rice, the time is just right."

Having said that, he turned his head to look at Xin Furong again, his eyes were as gentle as water: "Are you hungry?"

Xin Furong met his gentle gaze, shook her head, and looked away uncomfortably.

No, Yuan Feng held her hand, the temperature in his palm was very high, it could even be said to be a little hot.

"Furong, we..."

"What about us?" Xin Furong knew what he was going to say, so she interrupted him directly and said, "I'm a little tired today, can I rest here for the night?"

"What?" Yuan Feng couldn't believe his ears: "You said you want...you..."

"Is it inconvenient? That's fine."

"No, no, no, how could it be inconvenient, very convenient!" Yuan Feng almost nodded his head.

Xin Furong smiled at him and stopped talking.

Yuanfeng's heart was as sweet as drinking honey. After feeding his son, when he went to the kitchen to prepare the food, he would walk with drifting.

After eating, Little Eggy felt a little drowsy, her long eyelashes trembling non-stop, Xin Furong hugged him up to coax him, but instead he didn't sleep, looking very energetic.

"Let me come, you go to eat first, he won't sleep for half an hour." Yuan Feng untied the apron on his body, and came to hug his son. The little guy was already familiar with him, and he reached out to hug him when he saw him .

Xin Furong did not hesitate and handed her son to him.

The posture of Yuanfeng holding his son is a bit different from hers. She hugs her son horizontally, and he hugs him vertically. The little guy puts his little head on his shoulder, his cheeks are crushed, and the chubby hand will try his best to reach Yuanfeng. Rich neck.

Xin Furong walked to the dining room and sat down, eating every mouthful.

Looking at Yuanfeng and his son from a few meters away, when Yuanfeng turned around, he saw that his son's little face resting on Yuanfeng's shoulder was already tilted, and his big eyes closed at some point.

"He's asleep, let's put it down." Xin Furong lowered her voice and said.

"It's okay. I'll hold him for a while. He hasn't slept deeply yet. He will definitely wake up when he puts it down." Yuan Feng also said in a low voice, his tone so gentle that water would drip out.

Xin Furong watched, but didn't speak anymore.

What his father did was far more qualified than her mother, so she really didn't have any position to speak of.

Yuanfeng carried his son and walked for about 10 minutes before slowly carrying his son sideways and putting him in his room.

When he came out to the dining room, Xin Furong had already refilled his meal, Yuanfeng looked at the bowl of white rice, and the corners of his mouth unconsciously curled up again.

He didn't know what happened to Xin Furong today, but he felt really happy today.

"Are you full? Do you want to eat more?" Yuan Feng blushed a little while eating under Xin Furong's gaze, just like a teenage boy, his entire handsome face turned red, and his speech was a bit awkward search.

Xin Furong looked at him and couldn't help laughing again.

Now Yuanfeng didn't even know how to move his hands, and his breathing became unsteady.

Seeing this, Xin Furong was afraid that if she continued to watch, his face would catch fire, so she got up and said, "I'll go and see if Little Eggy has kicked the quilt, you eat first."