As soon as Auntie Wu finished speaking, she looked up and saw Xi Yan wearing a white shirt with some water droplets on it. Then, hearing the sound of water running in the bathroom, she seemed to realize something and her face turned red.
Xi Yan frowned after taking the hangover soup; she wondered if the picky Bai Le would drink it, given its pungent smell.
Just as Auntie Wu hurriedly handed the hangover soup to Xi Yan and was about to leave, she was called back a second later.
"Wait, you call him Young Master?" Xi Yan looked at her indifferently.
Auntie Wu was filled with trepidation. "It's... it's what the young master wanted me to call him that."
Upon hearing this, Xi Yan didn't say anything more, nodded, and let her go.
Back in the room, Xi Yan first placed the hangover soup on the table, then went into the bathroom, scooped Bai Le out of the bathtub, and dressed him one by one.
The pajamas were a bit loose, Xi Yan tightened them without changing his expression, then picked Bai Le up again. He lifted Bai Le with both hands without any effort, not only because Bai Le himself was not heavy, but also because Xi Yan was not as weak and sickly as outsiders thought.
After placing him on the bed, Xi Yan casually pulled out a pillow for Bai Le to lean on, then took out some hangover soup and was about to feed it to him.
Upon smelling the pungent, strange odor brought close to his nose, Bai Le unconsciously frowned, wanting to turn his face away.
"Sweetie, drink this." Xi Yan's tone was indifferent, but she was definitely saying something to coax him.
Bai Le tightly closed his lips in strong resistance. Xi Yan at him, but no longer allowed him to be willful. He sighed, reached out and forcefully turned Bai Le's chin toward him.
"Open your mouth, Lele."
Upon hearing the name "Lele," it seemed to possess some kind of magic; Bai Le, bewildered, actually opened his mouth.
So Xi Yan picked up a spoon and fed him the soup. Dark broth flowed out, and Bai Le tried to struggle, Xi Yan remained calm and continued to feed him the soup without stopping.
A pungent smell lingered at the tip of his nose, and Bai Le's little face was all scrunched up, as if he had suffered a great injustice.
Xi Yan fed Bai Le the soup very gently, afraid of accidentally making him uncomfortable.
Only when the bowl was almost empty did Xi Yan put it down. The soup that Bai Le hadn't wiped from the corner of his mouth overflowed and trickled down his chin, standing out against his fair skin.
Xi Yan lowered her eyes slightly and slowly wiped his mouth.
Bai Le's lips were rubbed bright red, and he was unconsciously slightly parted. His skin also seemed to be tinged with a blush, which was probably a reaction of him being drunk.
Xi Yan reached out a finger and lightly pressed it against his lips, gently caressing them with a calm expression.
Suddenly Bai Le mumbled something.
Xi Yan moved her fingers away, and now she could hear what he said clearly.
My mouth tastes so bitter...
Xi Yan's eyes darkened, and she slowly covered his lips with hers, first touching them cautiously, and then kissing him with utmost tenderness.
After an unknown amount of time, Xi Yan slowly left him, looking down at Bai Le with his eyes closed, his voice inexplicably hoarse.
Is it still tough now?
Of course, Bai Le couldn't answer; his mind was completely blank, and he couldn't even think straight.
He felt like he was having a dream. In the dream, a big dog pounced on him, biting and nibbling at him, even his neck. He was so angry he wanted to jump up and down, but the more he struggled, the more excited the dog became, and it kept making him call its name.
Wait, how can a dog talk? And it even has a name.
When Bai Le realized this, he immediately opened his eyes and saw that it was already daylight outside the window, and the alarm clock showed that it was already past nine o'clock.
Bai Le hissed, feeling a pain in his mouth, and quickly got out of bed to find a mirror to see what was wrong.
The result was shocking: his once fair neck was covered with numerous red spots, as if he had been bitten by mosquitoes.
He was stunned for a moment, then touched it. After realizing what had happened, he couldn't help but think, "Holy crap!"
Author's Note: This is so true! After the baby is born, everyone loses interest in reading more mpreg stories. Not only that, but the comments have also decreased significantly [doge emoji]. Also, I was a little late today because of something, sorry! Thank you to all the little angels who voted for me or watered my plants between 2020-03-11 22:12:14 and 2020-03-12 22:56:08!
Thank you to the little angel who threw the landmine: 30822943 (1 landmine);
Thank you to the little angels who watered with nutrient solution: Yu Zi (5 bottles); Qingqing Yiyi (3 bottles); Baizhi (1 bottle);
Thank you so much for your support! I will continue to work hard!
Chapter 43
Bai Le wanted to Xi Yan, but found that he had already gone to the company, so he had to give up.
He was already late, but Bai Le wasn't worried. After all, the company was owned by his family, and no one was docking his pay.
Bai Le first washed up, then took the baby bottle to check on Mu Mu, who was sleeping soundly in his stroller.
Bai Le removed the fingers that he was chewing from his mouth, then carefully picked him up and gave him a big kiss on the cheek.
"Mu Mu, wake up and have your milk."
Mu Mu was woken up by someone and pouted, about to cry, but Bai Le teased her and she burst into laughter, giggling as she reached out to grab him.
"Say 'Daddy'," Bai Le taught him, holding up the bottle and uttering each word carefully.
Mu Mu, of course, couldn't understand yet. Her eyes were fixed on the baby bottle in Bai Le's hand, and glistening drool was dripping from the corner of her mouth.
Your father has gone to work, and your dad will be going later, so your grandma will come and play with you during the day.
These past few days, Wu Xueying has had some free time in China, and she wishes she could spend every single hour of the day with her grandson.
Bai Le gently rubbed her son's little face, fed him, and then put the bottle aside, saying someone would come and clean it up later.
"Say 'Daddy, Daddy'." Bai Le continued teaching, still somewhat unwilling to give up. Mu Mu was a little over a year old, but he had secretly started teaching him when Mu Mu was just a few months old, so that when his son started to speak, the first person he would call out to would definitely be him.