The return of the rich and powerful family

"Lu Jingxing, don't talk nonsense!" Shen Qingxi suddenly covered his mouth with his hand, not allowing him to continue talking.

Lu Jingxing took her hand, kissed her lightly, then held her in his arms, and said softly, "Go to sleep. Good night."

The two embraced and fell asleep, and the room quickly fell into silence.

However, it didn't take long for this tranquility to be broken.A child's cry could be heard faintly in the corridor outside the room.

Ever since she became a mother, Shen Qingxi has been particularly sensitive to the crying of her child. When she heard the child crying, she sat up directly from the bed.

"Is Zhuang Zhuang crying?"

"En." Lu Jingxing also woke up.He responded in a low voice, got out of bed, and walked out of the bedroom.

The children's room is next door to the master bedroom, with the door open and the lights on.

Mrs. Liu was busy changing Zhuang Zhuang's diapers. Zhuang Zhuang had just pulled the diaper, and there was a faint smell in the room.Zhuang Zhuang was lying on the bed, his little face flushed from crying.

After Mrs. Liu cleaned Zhuang Zhuang, she changed into new diapers and put on clean clothes.Zhuang Zhuang finally stopped crying, but he still twitched, feeling aggrieved.

Lu Jing walked to the crib, reached out and picked the little guy up from the bed, hugged him and gently coaxed him.

Zhuang Zhuang's big eyes were still wet, he obviously recognized his father, and he waved a pair of chubby hands indiscriminately.

Lu Jingxing took his chubby hand, kissed it, and then said to Mrs. Liu, "Let him sleep with me and Qingxi tonight, so you can rest well."

"Oh, yes." Mrs. Liu nodded in response, but instead of resting immediately, she diligently took the child's changed clothes to the bathroom to wash.

Lu Jingxing carried Zhuang Zhuang back to his room.

Shen Qingxi saw him coming over with his son in his arms, rubbed his eyes and asked, "What's wrong with Zhuang Zhuang?"

"It stinks. The children's room doesn't smell very good. Let him sleep here tonight." After Lu Jingxing finished speaking, he put the child on the big bed.

Zhuang Zhuang was still asleep, with his big black eyes open, looking at the suddenly changed environment with some curiosity.

Shen Qingxi was half lying on the bed, propping her head with one hand, and teasing her son with the other.

Zhuang Zhuang seemed to like his mother very much, as soon as Shen Qingxi touched his little hand, he started giggling.

Lu Jingxing lay down on the other side. Just as he was about to turn off the light, someone knocked on the bedroom door.

"Come in." Lu Jingxing said in the direction of the door.Then, I saw Mrs. Liu pushing the door and walking in, holding a strong milk bottle in her hand.

"Zhuang Zhuang should be hungry, I'll make milk for him." Aunt Liu came over and said.

"Well, it's hard work. Let me feed him, you go to bed earlier." Shen Qingxi took the bottle from Mrs. Liu, the milk in the bottle was warm, just right.

Shen Qingxi picked up Zhuang Zhuang and began to breastfeed Zhuang Zhuang.

The little guy is especially able to eat now, with his little mouth moving, he drank milk in big gulps, and drank up a bottle of milk in a short time.

Shen Qingxi patted his son with his arms around him for a while, the little guy had enough to eat and drink, and soon fell asleep in his mother's warm and soft embrace.

Shen Qingxi put his sleeping son in the middle of the bed, and Lu Jingxing lightly covered him with the small quilt.She lowered her head and kissed his chubby hand again, her eyes were full of tenderness.

Looking at the father and son, Shen Qingxi couldn't help feeling, "I'm really envious."

"What are you envious of?" Lu Jingxing raised his eyes to look at her, his eyes and voice were soft.

"I envy Lu Dazhuang having a good father. When I was young, Shen Zhenming's attitude towards me was dispensable. He only had Zhang Yuyan and Shen Yixin's mother and daughter in his eyes." Shen Qingxi replied with a sigh.

Although these people have completely disappeared from her life, the pain left by her past and present lives is still engraved in her heart, and when she occasionally thinks about it, she still can't help but feel sad.

After listening to her, Lu Jingxing stared at her for a while, and asked hesitantly, "Where's uncle?"