The Buddhist Wife of the Cold-Hearted Educated Youth in the 1970s

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Chapter 74

With her hands tightly wrapped in a sky-blue blanket, Xixi, unable to move, opened her mouth and whined to express her dissatisfaction.

Pei Xingzhi smiled silently, then held the little guy and shook him. A magical thing happened. Xixi, who had been whining, became quiet.

The nurse next to her widened her eyes, "It's really a father-daughter relationship. I held her and coaxed her for a long time?"

Pei Xingzhi whispered, "I'm sorry."

The little nurse waved her hands, "No, no, I'm used to it. Then I'll leave first. If the baby has any problems, call me."

At this time, there was only their family in the ward. Meng Wanqiu was the last one to move in, but she didn't expect to be the first to give birth.

After coaxing the little girl to sleep, Pei Xingzhi gently put her next to Meng Wanqiu. The little girl snorted, as if she felt a familiar breath, and her little mouth curled up.

Pei Xingzhi felt soft-hearted, got up and closed the window, then sat by the bed, quietly watching the mother and daughter sleep.

In the meantime, the other two pregnant women had given birth and were pushed back to the ward one after another. The two children born to Wan Xixi were both bad-tempered and kept crying.

Meng Wanqiu consumed a lot of energy, and such a sound did not wake her up. But the little girl was woken up, her mouth squinted, her little face wrinkled, and she cried loudly.

The nurse next to him said that the kid was hungry, so Pei Xingzhi asked Meng Wanqiu to wake him up to feed him.

But Pei Xingzhi couldn't bear to leave him, so he temporarily handed the child to the nurse and took out the milk powder and milk bottle from his bag. The milk bottle had been boiled with hot water before it came, so he just added milk powder. The hot water was in the hot water kettle, so he just poured it in.

After Meng Wanqiu became pregnant, Pei Xingzhi read a lot of books and learned a lot from Aunt Feng, so he naturally had no problem making milk powder.

He took the kid back to his arms, and as soon as he put the pacifier to his mouth, the kid took the initiative to open his mouth, hold the pacifier, and sucked it in big gulps.

Only four minutes later, she finished a bottle of milk.

Pei Xingzhi raised the corners of his mouth, and it seemed that he had inherited her mother's big appetite. Normally, the amount of milk powder for a newborn is 20-30 ml, but Pei Xingzhi was worried that the little girl would not be full, so he made 40 ml, and she ate it all.

In the middle, Pei Xingzhi wanted to take it away, but she was still unwilling, and her little mouth was tightly holding the bottle. When Pei Xingzhi pulled it, she kept screaming, her little eyebrows wrinkled, and she looked very dissatisfied.

However, after drinking this bottle of milk, Pei Xingzhi did not continue to indulge her. Let her lie on his shoulders, pat her little back gently, and after burping, the little girl fell asleep again.

Time came to the next day.

Meng Wanqiu felt like she had slept for a long time. There was a faint smell of disinfectant at the tip of her nose, and she felt very refreshed.

She opened her eyes dazedly and saw Aunt Feng packing something by the bed. There was a warm pressure in the crook of her arm.

Meng Wanqiu lowered her eyes and found that the little guy was lying next to her, with a rosy face and a slight breath. He was sleeping soundly, like a small stove.