Gu Nuoer looked at him sideways: "Grandpa Dryad said, it's because he is very smart and knows that he is still weak, so let's not confront you head-on."

Ye Siming sneered when he heard that, "Can he still be stronger than me?"

Gu Nuoer blinked her long eyelashes: "Maybe."

Ye Siming lowered his head, his voice sounded aggrieved: "Ever since you had a child, you stopped allowing me to hug you in front of you."

Listening to his "complaint", Gu Nuoer couldn't laugh or cry.

"What if you hug and squeeze my stomach?"

"Then touch from behind, is that okay?"

"Aren't you just hugging from behind now?"

"I'm not referring to this matter." After Ye Siming finished speaking, he suddenly picked up Gu Nuo'er in his arms.

She hastily hooked Ye Siming's neck: "What are you doing!"

Ye Siming smiled handsomely, and between his brows, the domineering wolfishness intertwined with his own gentleness.

"What else can I do?"

He put Gu Nuo'er under the bed curtain.

Gu Nuoer waved her hand lightly in protest.

"No way."

"Yes, I have studied medical books for more than three months, and I'm fine."

After Ye Siming finished speaking, he climbed onto the couch.

Gu Nuoer's coquettish and shy voice came from the bed curtain.

"You still go to the book to find such things? Bad wolf!"

Ye Siming smiled faintly: "Swear more, you like it, and I like it too."

…

After Xie Yinxiang's dystocia, it took a month or two to fully recover her body.

Gu Nuoer sent people from the palace to deliver countless supplements every day.

When Xie Yinxiang's son was 100 days old, Gu Nuoer and Ye Siming went to the 100-day banquet.

Jiang Xiaoran hugged his son with a beaming smile on his face.

"Si Ming, look at my son, he looks pretty, doesn't he resemble me a lot!"

Gu Nuoer and Xie Yinxiang were whispering indoors.

Outside, Jiang Xiaoran took his son around Ye Siming's side.

Jiang Xiaoran's son has a small face and a chubby, chubby face.

With thick eyebrows and big eyes, everyone has a curious look.

Ye Siming sat on a chair, drinking tea, with a cold expression on his face.

"He's drooling, don't you wipe it?"

"Oh yes..." Jiang Xiaoran frantically wiped the drool from the child's lips with a handkerchief.

After wiping, his son smiled happily at Jiang Xiaoran.

Jiang Xiaoran's heart is about to melt.

"After becoming a father, I can't wait to pluck all the stars in the sky to my son."

"Si Ming, you're going to be a father soon. Come on, I'll give you my son. You learn how to hold the baby first."

"Don't be clumsy like I was back then, and my mother scolded me half to death!"

As Jiang Xiaoran said, he enthusiastically handed the child to Ye Siming.

Ye Siming didn't answer.

He wanted to refuse, but the little guy stretched out a hand and put it on Ye Siming's shoulder.

Ye Siming was taken aback.

Jiang Xiaoran laughed loudly: "Usually my son is not hugged by outsiders, it seems that he likes you very much."

Ye Siming pursed his lips: "I want to wait for my child to be born, and hold him first. Your son, you hold him well."

When Jiang Xiaoran heard it, he clicked his tongue: "It's really particular."

"But when it comes to this, we have such a good relationship, how about making a marriage?"

"If the princess gives birth to a daughter, then we will become in-laws. If the princess gives birth to a man, then we will become sworn brothers!"

Just at this moment, Xie Yinxiang helped Gu Nuoer out.

Ye Siming stood up, and said ruthlessly to Jiang Xiaoran: "When the child comes out, you can ask his opinion, I will not decide his life."