Fu Yunting felt embarrassed.

I wanted to show my hand, but I didn\'t think of an embarrassment.

Sure enough, seemingly simple things are not easy to do.

Holding a small milk bag with milk fragrance and looking at the busy slimming figure in the kitchen, Fu Yunting hooked his lips.

It doesn\'t matter. Even if he\'s not good at cooking, as long as she\'s there.

The little milk bag in his arms turned with big eyes and hummed words that people couldn\'t understand.

Fu Yunting looked at the little guy. The little guy just moved his eyes and grinned at him.

Pure smile, like an angel.

Fu Yunting bent his lips, and his mood was a little complicated.

This is the child of Cheng Rongjiu and Ji Linhan.

If Xia Ling doesn\'t know the truth, she can treat the child as her own child for the time being.

But once you know the truth, the child

"Dinner is ready."

A woman\'s clear and pleasant voice sounded in his ear. Fu Yunting returned to his senses and saw Xia Ling coming out of the kitchen with two bowls of noodles.

His thoughts were temporarily put down, and Fu Yunting smiled softly at Xia Ling.

Xia Ling brought his face to him and wanted to take the child from him, but Fu Yunting refused.

"I\'ll just hold her. You sit down and eat."

"I want to feed her some complementary food, or you feed her?"

Xia Ling looked at one big and one small, and her apricot eyes flashed slightly.

Gu Luoluo told her everything.

She also knew that the child was not her own daughter.

From the initial shock to calming down, she just regretted why the child was not her own daughter.

But anyway, the child has been with her since she remembered.

It\'s better not to be a biological daughter than to be a biological daughter.

As long as the child\'s father doesn\'t come and take her away, she will regard her as her own daughter.

But what about Fu Yunting?

Gu Luoluo said that Cheng Rongjiu, the child\'s biological father, was wrong with Fu Yunting.

So what attitude will Fu Yunting use to treat the child?

She didn\'t care about anything else. At this moment, she just wanted Fu Yunting to treat the child as her own.

"OK."

After Fu tingling refused to change the noodles, he began to change the noodles.

When he saw eating, the little milk bag smacked his little mouth and danced excitedly.

Humming in his mouth, he couldn\'t wait to open his mouth and eat the noodles fed by Fu Yunting.

"Nian Nian, is it delicious?"

"Hum..."

"You mean, the noodles cooked by mom are delicious? Well, eat more delicious, and then grow tall and fat, okay?"

“......”

Under the light, the man\'s handsome face remained the same, and he talked with the little milk bag in a soft murmur.

Such a scene is so warm that Xia Ling\'s heart softened.

I can see that men are good at taking care of children.

Another little milk bag flashed through my mind.

That\'s himself and his real child.

She wasn\'t with them. He brought her up.

A trace of heartache and pity flashed in my heart. My eyes fixed on the man\'s face, and my eyebrows and eyes were more gentle.

Fu Yunting fed for a while. He felt that the little guy had almost eaten, so he stopped feeding.

Lifting her eyes, she bumped into the gentle and compassionate eyes of a woman.

Shuirun\'s eyes looked at him softly and surrounded him with warm love.

Fu Yunting\'s black eyes moved and the corners of his mouth bent silently.

"Why don\'t you eat? Are you envious and want me to feed?"

How long hasn\'t he seen such tender eyes?

His little woman really wants to go back to her side.