Fu Shiting got out of the Adam's apple and said with a puzzled look: "He just cried, so I fed him milk. As a result, he vomited after drinking it. Is it because my method is wrong?"

Qin Anan suddenly realized, walked to him and glanced at the child.

There was a little white milk foam on Ziqiu's mouth.

"Children can vomit. Just wait until he gets older."

"But if you feed him in the afternoon, he didn't vomit." He doubted that he had made a mistake in any of his steps.

It is no exaggeration to say that the bottle of milk that Ziqiu had just drunk was almost vomited out, causing his top to be completely wet.

Seeing that he asked sincerely, she helped him analyze the problem: "When making milk, be careful not to let too much air enter the bottle. After the child finishes eating the milk, he should hold him upright for a while. Sometimes even if he pays attention, he will still vomit. This is not entirely your problem. He is now at his age, he can vomit."

Fu Shiting breathed a sigh of relief: "I vomited all the milk he just drank. Will he be hungry? Do you want to make another bottle for him?"

"No. He hasn't cried now, so it means he's not hungry." She took the child from his arms and looked at his breasts with milk, "Go and take a shower! There's a smell of milk on your body."

Not only was his body full of milky smell, but he felt like this smell was in the whole room.

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He entered the bathroom, Qin Anan put his son on the bed, wiped his mouth with a wet tissue, and then asked softly: "Baby, dad hug you, are you happy? You spitting milk scared dad! Your dad is not a coward! He cares about you, so he becomes nervous."

She muttered and changed Ziqiu's saliva towel to a clean one.

After Ziqiu changed into a clean saliva towel, she grinned and smiled very cutely.

He can laugh now, but when he smiles, he usually doesn't make a sound, and he smiles very quietly.

"Did you smile at dad? If you smile at him, he will definitely be very happy." Qin Anan picked up his son, "He said he will take care of you tonight, but I'm a little worried. It's not that I'm afraid that he won't take good care of you, but that he has a head injury today..."

Just after Qin Anan expressed his concerns, the door was knocked.

She walked to the door with her child in her arms and opened it.

"An An, I'll take care of Ziqiu tonight!" Mrs. Zhang smiled and said, "Are you injured sir? I'm afraid Ziqiu will disturb him to rest."

Ziqiu wakes up every two or three hours to drink milk.

Even if Qin Anan takes care of the children, it will definitely disturb Fu Shiting.

Qin Anan didn't think too much and gave the child to Mrs. Zhang, "He just ate milk, but vomited a lot."

"Okay. You guys have a break early." Mrs. Zhang helped her close the door.

After taking a shower, Fu Shiting came out and saw her lying on the bed playing with her mobile phone while the child was missing, so he asked, "Where is Ziqiu?"

"Sister Zhang took it away. She was afraid that the child would quarrel you to rest." She put down her cell phone and looked at him, her face suddenly turned red, "Why are you not wearing clothes?"

"I didn't bring my pajamas." He walked to the bed and sat down. "I don't want to sleep with you in another man's clothes."

Qin Anan: "..."

"Do you have waterproof bandages?" he asked seriously, "I want to wash my hair."

"You can go to the barber shop to wash," she suggested, "I will take you there tomorrow. It's very late today, let's go to bed first!"

She didn't have lunch break at noon and was very sleepy now.

He raised his hand and turned off the light and lay down beside her.

"Qin Anan, come and hire another nanny!" He didn't want to tell her that when he was taking a shower just now, he found that his arms were a little sore.

He started taking care of the children in the evening, and only took them for a few hours.

How can Qin Anan take care of his children every day?

He exercises all year round and has good physical fitness. But raising children is different from fitness. It is impossible to keep lifting exercises in the gym, but raising children requires holding them for a long time... Even if the child is young, he is about ten kilograms.

"I have this plan, too. But let's talk about it when I return to China." Her voice gradually became quiet and dull, as if she was about to fall asleep.


Chapter completed!