"The stars are asleep?" asked Ou Beichen, holding the Xia mast horizontally.

"HMM." Xia Weichu answered with red cheeks. She was carefully put on the bed by Ou Beichen.

Ou Beichen looked at Xia Weichu affectionately. As soon as the kiss was about to fall, the baby's cry rang in his ear.

Xia Weichu pushed away Ou Beichen like a conditioned reflex.

"It's five treasures!" she immediately ran out.

Ou Beichen felt that he was ignored by Xia Weichu again.

His daughter is his "little rival". As long as she hears her daughter's cry, she will push him away no matter what she is doing with him.

Alas, he was born again. There's no way. Who makes him love the five treasures too much.

Ou Beichen quickly chased out.

Xia Weichu opened the door of Wubao's room and found that Wubao was being coaxed to sleep by sister-in-law su.

"Not Wubao." she quietly withdrew from Wubao's room and found that it was the cry of Xiao Ouye in the next room.

"It's Ouye crying." oubeichen's low voice rang in Xia Weichu's ear and confirmed Xia Weichu's idea again.

Xia Wei nodded and was hesitating whether to go in. Sister-in-law Zhao came out with Xiao Ouye crying loudly.

"The child is probably a stranger. She cries so fiercely. I've held her around the living room for many times. She still cries like this. I'm afraid she'll be hurt by it." said sister-in-law Zhao with a hard face.

Oubeichen looked at xiaoouye and his lips were blue. He couldn't help reaching out and hugging xiaoouye.

The tender baby not only aroused his father's love, but also aroused more guilt in his heart. He couldn't help saying in a warm voice, "don't cry, daddy is here."

Little Ouye seemed to understand, stared at oubeichen with beautiful big eyes, and then cried again.

The little chest cried up and down.

Ou Beichen held her back and forth in the corridor and coaxed her softly, but no matter how coaxed, she cried as if she had been wronged.

"If you keep crying like this, I'm afraid she'll break her throat. I've never seen such a difficult baby." sister-in-law Zhao nagged with Xia Weichu.

Oubeichen was so anxious that a layer of fine beads of sweat appeared on his forehead.

"Give it to me." Xia Weichu took over Xiao Ouye and coaxed with a gentle voice, "be good. If you cry like this, your voice will be broken."

Little Ouye looked at Xia Weichu with big eyes and small mouth. Finally, he stopped crying and looked at Xia Weichu curiously.

This magical scene made sister-in-law Zhao blurt out, "the child is destined to be with his wife. As soon as he reaches her arms, he cries."

Xia Weichu looked down at Xiao Ouye and felt mixed.

To say, fate is also evil.

"Well, she doesn't cry anymore. Here you are." Xia Weichu handed the quiet little Ouye to sister-in-law Zhao again.

But as soon as Xiao Ouye reached sister-in-law Zhao's arms, she glanced at her mouth and cried.

Xia Weichu held Xiao Ouye in her arms again, and she stopped crying immediately.

Several times, Xia Weichu couldn't bear to let go of the baby who looked like her daughter, but had to hold her back to the room.

Xiao Ouye seemed very curious about the bedroom in Xia Weichu's arms. He blinked his big eyes and looked around. His long eyelashes flickered and blinked. He didn't feel sleepy at all. He smiled at Xia Weichu from time to time.

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Xia Weichu was surprised that the child would like her so much.

Ou Beichen sat silently beside Xia Weichu. He didn't know what to say. After all, Xia Weichu was holding him and Xia Xianxian's child. He was worried that even if he said a wrong comma, he would hurt Xia Weichu again.

Or Xia Weichu broke the strange silence, "she looks like Xingyang and Yueyue when they were young."

Ou Beichen swallowed a mouthful of water and just said, "when she goes to bed, give her to sister-in-law Zhao."

First, the child is here. He can't even breathe. Second, he didn't want the child to be tired until the beginning of summer. After all, Wubao is very good and easy to coax, so Wubao is not tired until xiaweichu, and he doesn't allow Xiao Ouye to be tired until xiaweichu.

"Then she has to sleep." Xia Weichu looked at the baby playing with her little tongue in her arms. Her skin was white, her eyelashes were slender, and she was as beautiful as a doll. If she wasn't Xia Qianxian's child, she thought, she would like it very much.