After Mr. Pei Marries An Overweight Lady

When Xia Qing heard this, she raised her head and met the man's amber eyes, slightly startled, what was he looking at her for?

"Yeah." Pei Zhengyang nodded towards Sister Zhang, and looked at Xia Qing who was holding the child, "What's wrong with him?"

"Didn't wake up and make trouble." Xia Qing replied casually, but seeing that Pei Zhengyang didn't intend to leave, he was a little puzzled, "Is there something wrong?"

"Can't you come and see my son if you have nothing to do?" Pei Zhengyang was dissatisfied with Xia Qing's aggressive attitude.

Xia Qing was embarrassed, and almost forgot about this, "Of course." After answering, he looked at the little bear in his arms, "Bear, dad is here, if you cry again, you will be laughed at by daddy!"

The little guy seemed to understand what Xia Qing meant this time. Tears were still in his big black eyes, and he looked at Pei Zhengyang innocently, full of curiosity.

Pei Zhengyang thought of the scene he saw when he came over at night, and the warmth at that moment, so he couldn't help reaching out, "Can I hug him?"

"He's heavy, your sternum hasn't fully grown yet..."

"No problem." Before Xia Qing finished speaking, Pei Zhengyang had already reached out to pick up Xiong Xiong.

I thought the little guy would not be hugged by his father, but when Pei Zhengyang stretched out his hand, the little guy happily stretched his arms and legs.

Xia Qing, "..." All right, little heartless.

It's just that although Pei Zhengyang hugged him fiercely, when Xia Qing saw the man's slightly tense body, he couldn't help laughing, this man was also nervous!

But she didn't dislike Pei Zhengyang being close to Xiong Xiong. The child needed a father, and she was very happy that Pei Zhengyang could hug the child more.

Pei Zhengyang on the side looked at the soft little person in his arms. It was much bigger than before, but it was still a small ball, white and tender, like a miniature version of a little fat man, with a pair of peach blossom eyes that were dark and tingly. Bright, people can't help but feel happy.

But from the time the little guy was born to the present, the number of times he has hugged him can only be counted on his fingers.

It's not that he doesn't like it, it's just that it was too sudden, and he hasn't gotten used to it until now. He even said that he accepted the role of father, and even lost his sense of intimacy and belonging to the child.

But at this moment, clumsily holding the little guy in his arms, accepting his whole-hearted dependence and trust, Pei Zhengyang's heart couldn't help but softened little by little.

This is his child.

The closest blood relationship other than grandpa.

Even compared to his grandfather, Xiong Xiong is closer to him, it is his blood.

This strange and miraculous feeling made his movements of holding the child more clumsy, and the muscles of his whole body became stiff, for fear that he would bump the little guy accidentally.

Xia Qing looked at Pei Zhengyang like this. While it was funny, he also felt that the picture was familiar. It looked like the self who was learning to hold a child at the beginning. He had never even been in love before his rebirth, but now being a mother is so easy.

And this man is happy to be a father, and he is afraid that he is still confused even now.

"Cluck..."

Pei Zhengyang was very nervous and hugged him carefully, but the little guy didn't know whether he noticed the crowd or was amused by his own father's cramped appearance, so he giggled.

Pei Zhengyang, who was holding the child, felt that he was being laughed at, and lifted the little guy in his arms, "If you laugh again, I will throw you away."

"Giggle!" Xiong Xiong thought his father was making fun of him, and smiled even more happily.

When Xia Qing saw it, "Be careful of the wound."

"I'm so nervous?" Pei Zhengyang asked with a smile, but he didn't stop the movements of his hands. Instead, he made bigger movements because of the little guy's happy giggles.

Xia Qing broke into a cold sweat for him, and said with a cold face, "You are my patient, you are not responsible for your own body, I still care about my reputation."

Pei Zhengyang smiled at the serious look of the little fat man, "I have my own measure."

Xia Qing's face was sullen, is he measured?