Chapter 702 - End of Second Volume of Mo’er and Mr Gu (1)
Just seeing his wife and son by his side, Gu Mohan was satisfied with life.
It was all he needed.
Raising a brow, he answered his beloved wife, “Hm, okay. Then his nickname shall be Niuniu.”
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Since Tang Mo’er had gone through natural childbirth and was rather young, she recovered pretty quickly and was granted a discharge from the hospital on the third day after her childbirth.
They hired a renowned confinement nanny to help support Tang Mo’er and Niuniu. But Tang Mo’er now faced a problem on her first journey as a new mommy.
For some reason, Tang Mo’er wasn’t able to produce any breast milk.
As he observed Tang Mo’er carefully, she was wearing a pink cotton pajamas and her silky hair was entangled around her neck. A few strands of hair even made it inside her pajamas. Like this, she was simply seductive.
He lowered his body, leaning over to kiss Tang Mo’er on the lips.
Once little Niuniu lifted his head and saw Daddy kissing Mommy, he pouted his lips and wah! He started wailing once again.
“Gu Mohan!”
The consequence of kissing Tang Mo’er without any permission was that Gu Mohan was chased out of the room.
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At night.
Tang Mo’er had fallen asleep and she heard little Niuniu cries while she was still in a sleepy state. In an instant, she opened her eyes, wanting to go and check on her son.
But before she could do so, a tall figure appeared beside the baby’s cot. Gu Mohan had bent down, picking his son up and carrying him in his arms.
Little Niuniu was unwilling to accept him, he wanted his mama to hug him instead.
“Shh, son, don’t be noisy, let mama sleep for awhile more.” His voice sounded so attractive and tender at night.
After a while of coaxing, Little Niuniu made some sounds and fell asleep in Daddy’s arms, though he was still very unwilling about it.
Gu Mohan held little Niuniu in his arms and under the faint yellow lighting, he exuded an indescribable charm.
Tang Mo’er watched him as he coaxed Niuniu to sleep. He was wearing a navy blue, silk pajamas and had rushed over from the bedroom next door once he heard Niuniu crying.
From this, she could see that he was indeed a responsible man, just like how she had imagined, he was a good father.
Tang Mo’er buried her face in the pillow and went back to sleep without any worries.
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The confinement nanny had bought some pork loin and she had boiled some soup with it, to nurse Tang Mo’er back into health.
Once Tang Mo’er smelled the pork loin soup, she started retching and wasn’t even able to have one spoon of it.
“Madam, this is extremely good for your body. Other new mommies also have this during their confinement, you have to eat it even if it doesn’t taste good,” the confinement nanny insisted.
Tang Mo’er knitted her brows, looking at the confinement nanny pitifully. “I really can’t eat his, can’t you boil some other kinds of soup instead of this one?”
Heavy footsteps could be heard, Gu Mohan had pushed the door open and entered the room.
It was in the afternoon but Gu Mohan had returned early from work.
Ever since Niuniu was born, he had never went on any business trips. He would always be home every morning, afternoon and evening. Once he stepped into the house, he would always head for the bedroom to check on his wife and son.
He wore a custom-made suit that day, his shirt was ironed to perfection and his trousers were tailored to fit his long legs. He was exuding the charisma and refinement of an elite businessman who belonged in the high society.
After dropping his car keys on the cabinet, he loosened the tie around his neck. When he noticed Tang Mo’er’s contorted face, he asked, “What’s the matter?”
“Sir, Madam doesn’t want to have to have this pork loin soup, why don’t you have it, don’t waste it,” the confinement nanny said.
Pork loin soup?
Gu Mohan lowered his head and glanced at the bowl of soup.
The confinement nanny was in her 40s and had a straightforward personality. “Sir, pork loin soup is good for men, it helps to nourish the kidneys.
Nourish the kidneys?
Once Tang Mo’er heard that, she lifted her head and glanced at his waist. It was that same trim waist she was familiar with, an A4-sized waist, a male dog’s waist.
Did he even need anything more to nourish his kidneys?
Tang Mo’er felt a passionate gaze landing on her face while she glanced at Gu Mohan. Her figure had already recovered to its previous state since she didn’t even put on much weight to begin with. Her waist was slim and tiny and her skin became even more smooth and radiant than before her pregnancy.
Tang Mo’er glared at him with her lustrous eyes. “President Gu, don’t drink that soup. Overnourishing the kidneys would result in hair loss instead.”