3148: Journey Of A Father (4)

Journey Of A Father (4)

While Mu Yazhe was feeding the baby, Youyou got out of bed and went to the washroom. Just as he walked out of the room, he saw Mu Yazhe sitting on the sofa with Yueyao in his arms. He became wide awake immediately and ran to Mu Yazhe's side, snuggling up to the man and watching the little Yueyao, who was chewing on the milk bottle with relish.0

Mu Yazhe took a glance at the boy and saw that he had one eye open and the other eye shut. His eyelids were a little puffy and he seemed to be in a daze trying to keep his eyes open. He told the boy gently, "Go to sleep if you're tired!"

"No, no! I want to watch over little sister!"

Mu Yazhe snorted and shielded little Yueyao. "It's not like you don't have other opportunities to see her! Unlike me, I can only carry her for a little longer at night!"

Youyou looked at him. He seemed to have caught a hint of jealousy in his father's tone!

It was probably because he usually wouldn't let go of little Yueyao or let him carry her, so it was rare for him to have the chance to carry the little princess. His face was guarded as if he was guarding against a thief. It was as if he would snatch little Yueyao and run away the next second!

How childish!

"Daddy, you're already so old, why are you still acting like a kid?! Carry her then, no one is going to fight you for it."

Mu Yazhe was speechless.

This rascal!

…

Ever since Yueyao was five months old, the ban on visiting was lifted.

When Yun Shishi returned home from the confinement center, many people called her to express their wish to visit her. However, Mu Yazhe said that the child was too young and it was inconvenient for strangers to visit. But the truth?

He had his own agenda!

His daughter had just been born and he had not seen enough of her. When he thought of having visitors and having to be responsible for entertaining them, he saw this translating into less time to accompany his child!

He could not be bothered to deal with visitors, hence he made it clear that though he was grateful, visitors were not allowed.

Of course, when little Yueyao grew a little older, his excuse would no longer be valid!

Hence, on the first day the visit ban was lifted, Jiang Shen and Lu Jinyu took advantage of the company's lunch break to rush over, carrying various big and small bags with them!

Before Yun Shishi could even pour them some tea, they had already made a beeline for the baby's crib to look at the overbearing little princess!

Little Yueyao already knew how to lift her legs. It is said that babies at this age have very soft bones still, but she was able to lift her small feet nonetheless. Her hands held the soles of her feet as she rolled around, enjoying herself!

When she saw him, little Yueyao didn't seem to be bothered by the unfamiliarity of strangers. She blinked her sparkling eyes, as if she was examining him!

Jiang Shen was stunned when he saw the little princess. He covered his mouth as his heart melted!

"So cute, so adorable! Ahhh—!"

Jiang Shen was famous for having a soft spot for young girls. Lu Jinyu had laughed at him, saying that If he were to have a daughter in the future, he would definitely turn out to be the world's top-class daughter slave!

He loved beautiful little princesses the most. When he saw little Yueyao, it was as if he had all his breath sucked out of him!

Little Yueyao's appearance was more or less formed now. Her fair and tender skin looked like it could be broken with a gentle breeze. It was as if she had just peeled off her shell. Her skin was fair and flawless. Other than her amazingly thick eyelashes, which resembled Yun Shishi's, it was still hard to make any comments about her nose, however, just by the upturned tip and how straight it was, she seemed to have inherited Mu Yazhe's high nose bridge, which was very exquisite.

Her mouth was dainty and cherry pink, and this was with certainty inherited from Yun Shishi!

Jiang Shen wanted to carry little Yueyao, but before that, he had to personally ask Yun Shishi's permission.

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