Jing Book

When Zhang Jingshu turned around, there was a middle-aged nanny in the room who was taking care of the children. The nanny was enthusiastic, and asked in a low voice before Zhang Jingshu approached.

"Are you Mr. Jiang's friend?"

Zhang Jingshu nodded slightly when he heard the words, as an admission.

"I guess so," the nanny said with a smile, "normal people can't enter this room at all. Since I brought this child, you, an outsider, have been brought in. What do you call it?"

"My surname is Zhang."

"Mr. Zhang."

The nanny led Zhang Jingshu to the baby's bed and said in a low voice, "The baby is sleeping after drinking the milk. As long as he doesn't make a particularly loud noise, he usually won't wake up. He sleeps soundly."

Zhang Jingshu's gaze was involuntarily attracted by the sleeping baby, and he didn't even notice when the nanny left.

This little guy is really too small, Zhang Jingshu bent down to look at it for a long time before he dared to stretch out a finger, and lightly poked his chubby cheek.

I don't know if it's an illusion, but Zhang Jingshu always feels that the child looks different from the photos and videos, as if he is not so fat, and his complexion is fairer.But after thinking about it, the people captured by the camera of the mobile phone are inevitably a little distorted. Besides, babies grow up fast, and it is not impossible to look the same every day.

Doubt was fleeting, Zhang Jingshu withdrew the fingers that poked his face, and poked the little hands clenched into fists of the milk baby. Out of the corner of his eye, he inadvertently glanced at the end of the crib, where there seemed to be a strange bulge.

Zhang Jingshu reached out and lifted a corner of the cushion, only to find that the bump was actually a paper photo album.

A photo album is still placed in this position, and it is not difficult to think of its contents.

Out of curiosity, Zhang Jingshu picked up the photo album and looked through it, and what he saw was a full-body photo of a newborn baby.

Each photo is made into a size of about three inches, and the date of shooting is clearly marked next to each photo. It is neatly listed from the first page to the last page. If you look at it by date, there are almost four to five photos every day. The photos were posted on the album, which shows the intentions of the creators.

Zhang Jingshu unknowingly turned from the beginning to the end, as if witnessing the growth of this little guy with his own eyes. Unfortunately, most of the photos were taken when the baby was sleeping, and seldom opened his eyes.

"finish watching?"

Zhang Jingshu turned around after hearing the sound, only to find that Jiang Xu was standing at the door with a... baby in his arms?

Jiang Xu walked slowly to Zhang Jingshu's side with his son who had just fallen asleep, and put him lightly in the crib. It was at this time that Zhang Jingshu realized that Jiang Xu's crib seemed bigger than ordinary cribs. More than a star and a half?

Jiang Xu skillfully arranged the sleeping positions of the two babies, covered them with a small blanket, and saw Zhang Jingshu was still in a daze when he got up.

"I haven't heard you mention it before, are you giving birth to twins?"

Jiang Xu smiled, neither admitting nor denying, he just wanted to open his mouth when someone coughed outside the door.

"Mr. Zhang." Ignoring Jiang Xu's wink, Zheng Hong said politely to Zhang Jingshu: "President Jiang's father, Mr. Jiang would like to invite you to the study for a chat."

Jiang Xu wanted to interrupt to say something, but was interrupted by Zheng Hong at the right time.

"Mr. Jiang, it's just a few words. Your father has already promised, and he won't go back on his word."

"I know."

Jiang Xu glanced at the bewildered Zhang Jingshu, and said, "My dad wants to see you, there is no malice, okay?"

The author has something to say:

Without a wedding banquet, thank God if you can trick people back, how dare you cheat a marriage. . .