It seemed that the only way was to find a way to induce lactation for Mu Lingyue.
Otherwise, this child would be without milk every day. What would happen?
I started choosing a nanny from early in the morning, and now it was almost sunset.
Mu Lingyue looked depressed and listless.
He looked at it and said calmly, "Since you are tired, let's go back and rest."[
She shook her head. Although she was sleepy, when she thought about the child's failure to find the nanny, she felt anxious.
If the child fails to find a suitable nurse, what should he do if he is hungry and wants to drink milk?
She has no milk now and cannot feed the child. Should she let the child go hungry day by day?
This child's pickiness was beyond her expectation.
She originally thought that with so many wet nurses, she could always choose a suitable one.
But...
As if he could see the worries in her heart, he comforted her, "Don't worry, I will send someone to look for nannies tomorrow, and I will always choose a suitable one."
That was true, but she was still worried.
Lan Qingyue waved her hand, and the maid left with the nanny who stayed behind.
Mu Lingyue took the child, and as soon as the boy Jin was in her arms, his little head got into her clothes.
Mu Lingyue hurriedly hugged him and turned around. After Xiaozijin sucked milk again to no avail, he started crying at the top of his lungs.
He had cried so many times today that his voice had become hoarse. Mu Lingyue felt heartbroken when she heard this. Her eyes were red, her nose was sore, and tears almost flowed out.
The boy is hungry...
But...he insisted on breastfeeding.
No matter it was the wet nurse's milk or some kind of cow's milk or goat's milk, even if he took a sip, he would spit it out.
She felt that it was shameful to cry in front of Lan Qingyue, and she didn't turn around until she wiped away the tears from her eyes.
The boy kept crying, and the crying sounds seemed like something was tugging at her heart.
Why is she so unsatisfied as a mother? She doesn't even have milk to feed her child.
The child was starving, but she had no choice but to watch the child cry and feel uncomfortable.[
Her eyes were red, and Lan Qingyue could tell at a glance that she was crying.
He pretended to be disgusted and said, "You look so ugly when you cry. Is it worth crying for something like this? Do you think you are still a three-year-old child?"
Mu Lingyue was in a irritable mood and spoke in a bad tone, "Ugly is just ugly. What does it have to do with you? If you think I'm not good-looking, go find someone else. Anyway, there is no shortage of beautiful women around you."
Even she herself didn't realize it, and her tone when she said this sounded like she was jealous.
It also looks like she is acting coquettishly with her lover.
Lan Qingyue was stunned for a moment, as if the string in her heart had been gently plucked.
He couldn't help but have a smile on his brows, and his tone became a little softer, "I know that you feel uncomfortable now, but there is nothing you can do for a while. Don't worry, the child will be fine. He is not an ordinary mortal."
A fetus with a fleshy body cannot be fed only by drinking milk."
Mu Lingyue knew that her child was no ordinary mortal.
You can tell by the fact that he was born at just three months old, he could talk on the day he was born, and he can be seen by the pair of pointed, furry fox ears on his head.