Fast Wear : The Curse of Desire (MTL)

168. Money Worship Widow x Father-in-Law

09: Breast two children together

Fengxing took the shrimp's hand and turned to look at Bai Qiuyi: "What's the matter?"

Are you in a good mood just now?

Bai Qiuyi looked at him and turned to walk outside: "I just don't want to eat anyway."

Fengxing: "..."

The tone seemed a bit awkward, and the expression looked delicate, as if waiting for someone to coax.

Fengxing washed his hands, wiped his body, and pushed out the stroller.

Bai Qiuyi was already sitting on the sofa. She put the child aside. The TV was on from the beginning, and Bai Qiuyi's eyes fell on the TV.

Maybe Yu Guang saw his figure, turned his head, raised his chin and looked over, then the corners of his lips curled up quickly, as if worried about being seen by Feng Xing, he suddenly turned his head back.

Fengxing: "..."

He saw it all.

The focus has always been on her.

Feng Xing couldn't understand why she suddenly became emotional.

He thought of postpartum depression and was a little worried.

Little women usually live with their children, and after the death of her husband, she probably lacks care. This mood is volatile, and it seems reasonable?

"Are you looking at Yangyang?" Feng Xing pushed the stroller next to her.

"Yeah." Bai Qiuyi nodded, and pulled the stroller to his side, knowing that he shouldn't be angry with Feng Xing who is not very familiar with him, but just couldn't help it.

Bai Qiuyi didn't know what was wrong with him.

But seeing Feng Xing coming over, even without asking her why she was upset, Bai Qiuyi's mood suddenly became clear.

Feng Xing glanced at her, then turned back to the kitchen.

It may really be postpartum depression, and this mood will become cloudy for a while.

Feng Xing was a little worried.

This won't work.

I'll ask her what's the situation in her natal family later, and then see how to solve her problem.

When Fengxing put the two dishes on the table, Fengyang's cry came from the stroller.

Bai Qiuyi picked him up and felt whether his diapers were wet. Before the time to change, he was probably hungry.

At this time, Qiaoqiao also cried.

When Feng Xing heard Feng Yang crying, he had already washed his hands and was about to come and have a look.

When Qiaoqiao was crying, he had already walked over.

"Mr. Feng, Yang Yang is hungry." Bai Qiuyi looked at the daughter next to him, and then at Feng Xing.

Feng Xing's eyelids suddenly twitched, and he stretched out his hand: "Give me Yangyang, and see if Qiaoqiao is also hungry."

Fengxing plans to make some milk powder for Fengyang.

Bai Qiuyi didn't give: "Mr. Feng, take a look at Qiaoqiao. If you are hungry, feed it together."

Bai Qiuyi wears a breastfeeding top with long openings on both sides of his armpits. Only two buttons are needed to release the breasts from the openings.

Seeing her reaching out to unbutton the buttons, Feng Xing's forehead bulged. The sound of the two babies crying together was too loud and harsh, and Feng Xing felt that she couldn't think anymore.

He picked up Qiaoqiao next to him, and skillfully touched her diapers. There was no urine, and she seemed hungry.

Bai Qiuyi unbuttoned the breastfeeding underwear, and the snow-white round tits appeared. The nipples were as big as grapes, brown, and so were the areolas.

Fengxing was simply forced to watch.

Bai Qiuyi put the nipple to Fengyang's mouth, and Fengyang couldn't wait to suck it up.

There were tingling ripples in Bai Qiuyi's body, and Feng Xing was watching, which made her unable to calm down.

Feng Xing licked his dry lips, knowing he shouldn't be watching, but this kind of thing... once he raised his head, it was difficult to look away.

Bai Qiuyi neatly unbuttoned the other side of his clothes and unbuttoned his underwear.

She adjusted Feng Yang's posture and asked him to sit on him slightly, then raised her head to look at Feng Xing: "Mr. Feng, you put Qiao Qiao on my lap, sitting like Yang Yang."

Feng Xing bit his scalp and hugged Qiaoqiao and bent down, a strong milky fragrance puffed his nose, and even worse, the milk ball in front of him was too irritating.

It is round and big, smooth and white, and the brown nipples at the top are filled with milky white water.

Feng Xing's throat rolled, breathing anxiously.

Fengyang swallowed cooingly, making Fengxing's throat dry and almost smoking.

The two children faced each other, both were fed, and the harsh crying ceased.

However, the two monkeys swallowed anxiously, making Feng Xing's throat roll down again: "I'm going to cook, and when it's ready, you can call me."

I've seen it all, and Feng Xing simply let go.

As the woman said, breastfeeding is a sacred thing, and one should not think so much about it.

Look at the child's mother, she can look at her without changing her face...

Feng Xing opened the refrigerator, took out a bottle of soda, and dried it all in one breath, feeling that the burning throat felt better.