"Do you want to go see him?" Gu Ruandong asked for her opinion.
"Yes." She nodded, now accepting the fact that she was married to Gu Ruandong and had a child.
But when she arrived at the door outside the baby suite, she hesitated and didn't dare to go in, feeling a little nostalgic and timid.
Gu Ruandong smiled and whispered in her ear: "Don't worry, Gu Yujie has absorbed the advantages of you and me and looks very good."
The breath she exhaled made her ears itch. She moved to the side uncomfortably, then pushed the door open and went in.
The child looked like an angel when he was sleeping, but she didn't dare to get close or hug her. She looked at her from a distance and blurted out: "Does he drink milk powder or breast milk?"
As she asked, she lowered her head and glanced at her breasts. Gu Ruandong also followed her gaze and looked at her breasts.
After she realized his gaze, she hurriedly wrapped her arms around herself.
Gu Ruandong's eyes darkened: "You are drinking milk powder now. During the two days when you were injured in the earthquake and were comatose, you were infused with various medicinal solutions and could no longer breastfeed. Considering your special situation, the doctor gave you medicine to restore breast milk.
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He spoke frankly, and Yaoyao blushed. She lowered her head and did not go to see the child again. She turned around and left in a hurry.
Gu Ruandong understood that it was normal for a girl with a mental age of 18 to be unable to accept a child who appeared out of thin air for a while. She just had to take her time. He was patient.
Returning to their bedroom on the third floor, Lu Yaoyao took a quilt directly from the bed and nestled on the sofa: "I sleep on the sofa."
After saying that, he wrapped himself tightly in the quilt from head to toe, even his head was buried in the quilt.
"Are you so afraid of me?" He sat next to her and went to pull her quilt, but it couldn't be pulled, and someone was holding the corner of the quilt tightly.
"Aren't you afraid of getting prickly heat? Having prickly heat on your face doesn't look good." The central air conditioner in the room had just been turned on, and it was still very hot at this time.
The person under the quilt remained motionless, and his temper really hadn't changed since he was a child.
Gu Ruandong stood up and bent down, picked him up in the air with the quilt, and threw him on the bed, "Go to bed and sleep, I'll go outside."
Seeing her like this, if he didn't leave, she would keep herself under the quilt until she suffocated.
She was under the quilt and only showed her face when she heard the sound of him leaving. Her mind was so messed up that it went completely blank and she couldn't think at all.
I stayed up all night staring at the ceiling and fell asleep for a while when it was almost dawn. However, I didn't sleep for long when I was woken up by the cry of the baby outside the door.
It was Gu's mother and Cuiping who were holding little Gulu and wandering around outside her room. When they knew she was coming back, they couldn't wait to hold the baby to show her.
She mustered up her courage and opened the door.
The child was crying, but when he saw her appearing at the door, he immediately stopped crying and asked her to hold him with a smile as if he had changed his face.
I don't know if it was out of motherly love. Little Gulu smiled happily, but she suddenly cried hard.
Gu's mother and Cuiping looked at each other, saying that she had amnesia and could only remember things before the age of 18. She was really like a child, so why did she cry just because she said she was crying?
As soon as she cried, little Gulu, who was originally smiling and about to be hugged, also started to cry. While crying, he struggled to be hugged by his mother.
Lu Yaoyao awkwardly hugged him, and the mother and son cried together.
Seeing this, Gu's mother and Cuiping were glad that they had kept the secret from her and not allowed her to see the child. Otherwise, the child would have been in the weaning stage at that time. It was the most difficult time to meet a mother who didn't know him again, and he would not have been sick in a hurry.
come?
Now that I have adapted to not having breast milk, I will not get angry when I see my mother again.