Reborn Wife 32

Chapter 327 The happiness of a family of three! (2)
"Xiao Zhi, touch yourself." Nan Shiyang took a razor and scraped off the foam on his face, and with one slash, clean white skin came out.

The milk boy next to him stared at Nan Shiyang's actions with wide eyes, like a curious baby, "Brother, what are you doing?"

"My brother is making himself more handsome." Nan Shiyang replied directly.

"But you're even uglier like this." Milkman squeezed the little yellow duck on his hand, and said crisply, "You, now, are just like Santa Claus."

"You'll be handsome later." Nan Shiyang didn't bother arguing with this kid about his appearance anymore.

Nan Shiyang was impressed by this kid's vision!
He shaved his beard unhurriedly, and the soap on Nan Shiyang's body was almost dry. He turned on the hot water and tried it, and the temperature was almost the same. He squatted down in front of the baby boy.

"Did you touch yourself just now?" Nan Shiyang asked.

"I touched it." Milkman also replied indiscriminately.

So, Nan Shiyang really didn't care about anything and went straight to the warm water.

Touching Naiwazi's skin 'barely', just like that, one big and one small, just finished the bath in a daze.

Later, when Wen Tingxin went in to take a bath, Nan Shiyang watched the baby boy tighten up.

I was doing my homework here, and I didn't catch a glimpse of the baby boy out of the corner of my eye, so I got up and grabbed it...

The protection against children is the same as that of the third child...

It's a pity that Wen Ting didn't know. If she knew, she would be speechless to him.

After working all night, before going to sleep, Wen Ting took off the bandage on her hand and asked Zongzi to help.

First put the medicine on the child's knee, and then Nan Shiyang put the medicine on Wen Tingxin's hand.

Under the dim light, on a two-meter big bed, Naiwazi was lying on the edge wearing diapers and sucking milk. Here, Nan Shiyang took Wen Tingxin's hand and carefully applied the medicine.

There is a feeling of a family of three nestled in one room...

Warm, happy, happy, comfortable...

That kind of feeling, I guess all the beautiful words can be used to describe it...

A layer of skin was broken, and the pain was obvious. Almost every time Nan Shiyang applied it, Wen Ting pulled back her hand.

"Let me be gentle, be gentle." Pulling back her naughty little hand, Nan Shiyang would coax her twice every time.

The tone is gentle, the voice is very low, and the listener is somewhat intoxicated.

Wen Tingxin raised her eyes and glanced at the young man who was so serious that his brows were wrinkled, and the corners of his mouth slightly curved.

But after the medicine on Nan Shiyang's hand was applied, the curvature of her mouth disappeared, and with a "hiss—" sound, both hands couldn't help but shrink back...

"Be gentle, I will be gentle, bear with it." Nan Shiyang coaxed her hand back again, and blew a few breaths on the wound.

The icy cool breath brushed over the hot wound, bringing a trace of coolness, refreshing...

At this moment, Wen Ting indulged in his tenderness.

"Your one is more serious than mine last time, and it will take several days. Sigh..." With a heavy sigh, Nan Shiyang turned her hand and looked at it from front to back.

The back of the hand, the palm, and the fingers were all hurt.

Just looking at it like this made Nan Shiyang feel very uncomfortable.

"Well, it's okay, take it easy." Wen Ting replied obediently.

"Then I'm going to bandage it. I still have to wrap it like a zongzi, because your finger is also hurt, so you have to wrap your finger in it too." Picking up the bandage, Nan Shiyang explained while removing it.

"Can't you wrap up your injured fingers? Can't you wrap up your uninjured fingers?" Wenting moved her five knuckles and pouted dissatisfiedly. "It's really inconvenient to make rice dumplings."

"Then I'll try."

Having said that, after wrapping it up, it was still in the shape of the rice dumpling...

Wen Tingxin is also convinced by his skills...

Things before going to bed were almost settled, and the three of them fell into bed together, Nan Shiyang was outside, the child was in the middle, and Wen Ting's heart was inside.

Although it's not his own child, being caught between the two of them like this adds a sense of reunion.

Wen Tingxin put her hand on the child's stomach, and Nan Shiyang wrapped Wen Tingxin's head again. The two looked at each other flat, with a faint smile on the corner of their mouths, as if they were portraying a life that is as light as water. Kind of peace of mind.

After saying 'good night', the bedside lamp was turned off, and the atmosphere became quiet.

At first, Milkman lying in the middle would make a fuss, but after a while, Milkman also became quiet.

The breathing began to be slow and even, one after another, falling asleep...

After everyone was quiet, about half an hour or so, a black figure groped out of the bed.

Without turning on the light, he stumbled all the way to the bathroom in the darkness of the room.

After entering the bathroom first, then closing the door, finally, Nan Shiyang turned on the light.

The movements are cautious, with quietness as the most important thing.

In the red bucket in the bathroom were the clothes that were changed and washed that day, he and Wen Ting cared about them, and that baby boy's.

Yesterday obediently washed Wen Tingxin's shoes, and today Nan Shiyang secretly prepared to wash all three of them's clothes.

It seems that she wants to take this snail girl to the end...

Put the shower in the red bucket, and then turn on the tap switch, so that there is no sound of water being turned on.

Poured a lot of laundry detergent into the red bucket, and Nan Shiyang was going to rub it with his hands. Although it was easier to use a scrub brush, the scrub brush was too noisy, and he was afraid of waking Wen Ting's heart.

Nan Shiyang has never felt that he has been so careful, but when he is by Wen Tingxin's side, he is willing to do many things for her, and even thinks very comprehensively.

Sitting on a small stool, tall and long-legged, it was a bit hard for him to sit, but he didn't take such a small trouble seriously, and he gritted his teeth, thinking it was purely to exercise the flexibility of his body.

Wen Ting's heart was awakened by the faint movement in the bathroom. She half-opened her eyes, looked at the bed in a daze, and found that Nan Shiyang was not there.

(End of this chapter)