Mr. Lu, the World’s Sweetest Man

An Che also smiled and hugged An Qi tightly in his arms. The whole family looked at the back of the cold away tomorrow, and their hearts were filled with steadfastness and satisfaction.

When Ming Ye came back to Ming's house, it was already late at night.

Except for a few servants who were on duty at night, all of them were already asleep. The whole villa was full of tranquility.

He stepped upstairs to Lin Motong's room.

She has fallen asleep very well, leaving only a night light with voice-activated induction, so she can get up and take care of the sleeping child at any time.

As soon as Ming Ye Leng walked in, the child woke up and let out a cry.

He hurriedly reached out and hugged the child, and when he reached his generous embrace, the child was quiet, his mouth sips gently, and he obviously woke up hungry.

Ming Ye took a cold look at Lin Motong who was lying on the bed. When the child was crying, she turned over, but probably because the child did not continue to cry, she immediately fell asleep again.

Thinking that she hadn't rested for a long time, she held her baby coldly tomorrow night and went straight downstairs.

A few servants who were on duty at night were not asleep, and they all hurried over when they saw their children downstairs in cold arms tomorrow night.

"Come over the milk powder." Ming Ye coldly confessed.

All these things at home were well prepared, so it didn't take much time for someone to deliver the prepared milk powder.

The servant said: "Master, let me breastfeed the baby."

"No, you all go down." Ming Ye Leng had never taken care of Yueyue Ruirui before. At that time, he himself was still unconscious and needed someone to take care of it.

When he woke up, Yueyue Ruirui was past infancy.

Seeing this newborn baby now, all his heart is soft, and being able to take care of him personally is not a kind of compensation and happiness for him?

Although a little clumsy, he finally fed the pacifier into the child's mouth.

The father and son still have a tacit understanding. Perhaps when the son was in Lin Motong's stomach, he took care of him a lot, so the child still kept his face and didn't cry and ate half a bottle of milk.

Then he spit out the pacifier and fell asleep again with his mouth pouting.

Ming Ye Leng couldn't help but laugh, this child really didn't have the slightest defense against him, as long as he was leaning against him, he could always eat and sleep obediently.

The blood connection between father and son is really a miraculous thing.

He put down the baby bottle and was about to hold the baby upstairs, Lin Motong ran down from the upstairs barefoot: "Where is the baby? Where is my baby?"

She was in a panic, until she saw Ming Ye holding the child coldly, she rushed forward, took the child from him, and hugged it in her arms.

This feeling of loss made her feel flustered, until the moment she held the baby, she finally calmed down.

"Master, where are you going to hold the baby?" Lin Motong's eyes could not help but be wary.

I was really disturbed and worried inside. After all, the child was not born normally. He was born only to save Ruirui.

Lin Motong was not sure what the Ming family did to him, what she feared most was losing again.

Seeing her nervousness tomorrow night, he said softly: "It's okay, he is hungry, I just brought him downstairs to breastfeed."

Lin Motong looked down at the child's lips with milk stains, and only sighed with relief knowing that Ming Ye Leng was not lying.