Chapter 1722: Cant have a daughter 50 (1/2)

”Wow……”

Feng Er, who had fallen asleep, was finally awakened by Mommy's too-high roar.

Are you so uninhibited by your mother?

Just because he's a boy, will my mother be heartbroken?

I didn't cry and brushed my sense of presence, and I was really embarrassed.

”Snow is falling, snow is falling ... calm down! Do n’t call it that loud, okay ?! You scared the child!”

Feng Xinglang hugged his emotional wife again, ”Snow falls, take a deep breath, take a deep breath! You have just given birth, your body is still weak, and your breath is not good for your body ... be nice and not angry! As long as it is our biological flesh We all love, don't we ?! ”

Concealing his wife was also for a reason.

Feng Xinglang felt his wife anger, which was also reasonable.

But he was convinced that his wife loved their common child. Because that is the crystallization of their love.

As a result, Feng Xinglang grieved with a handsome face and began to please his wife.

”Xue Luo, I know that you are a great mother who especially loves your child. Although you want a daughter, but since you gave birth to a son, your husband believes that you will love it too!

Feng Xinglang wanted to impress his wife, so as to inspire his wife's motherly love: ”Listen to our son crying so poorly, you can feed the little stuff with milk ...”

”No! You have to feed yourself!” Xue Luo shouted angrily.

Feng Xinglang at that time was really shocked by his wife's decisive answer.

”Xue Luo, what did you say?” So he asked again.

”I said I didn't feed it! You have to feed yourself!”

Deceived, tricked, and juggled, all kinds of grievances flooded into my heart, and Xue fell back to bed, covering herself with a quilt.

”Lin Xueluo, are you really playing!”

It should be an apology, a coax, and a flattering, Feng Xinglang licked his face; he did not expect that women would not even breastfeed their children.

This is a bit overdone!

He can accept his anger and grievances, but he really can't accept the woman's disregard for the new-born three-day-old son.

Feng Xinglang did not force the woman to forcibly breastfeed Feng Erzi, nor did she continue to persuade the woman in anger, and after wriggling her lips a few times, she left the room to appease her crying young son.

Feng Xinglang took the distressed little son from Yue Yue's arms.

The little thing was only born for three days, and my mother would n’t feed him milk ... Seriously, Feng Xinglang at this moment really did nothing to make him feel more distressed than seeing his own flesh and blood cry.

Just now Mr. Feng was arguing with Mrs. Feng in the inside, Yue Yue must have heard it. When Mr. Feng hugged the second son, she immediately made milk powder. Mrs. Feng will not be hungry if she does not breastfeed.

”Let me feed.”

Although it is believed that the temperature of the milk powder brewed by Yuezhan will not be too hot or too cold, Feng Xinglang dropped two drops on his wrist. After feeling some temperature for the son, he put the pacifier into the son's mouth. in.

The little guy took a couple of sips and then wept. Even high-grade pacifiers can't match the mild taste of mommy.

”Little boy, isn't he used to drinking bottles?” Yue Yue sighed slightly.

Then he glanced at the door inside, ”Mr. Feng, or I'll go and persuade Mrs. Feng ...”

”No! No one has to persuade her!”

The muscles of Feng Xinglang Jun's face beat a few times, ”If the bugs have been unaccustomed to drinking bottles, I will find a way to give him a breast milk instead.”

”Mr. Feng, let me coax the little boy.”

Seeing that Feng Er was crying so badly in Mr. Feng's arms, Yue Yue came forward to help.