"Wow..."

　　Second Young Master Feng, who had originally been sleeping soundly, was finally woken up by Mommy's overly loud roar.

　　Was he so unpopular with his own mother?

　　Just because he was a boy, would his mother be heartbroken?

　　He felt so stifled that he was about to burst into tears at the sight of it.

　　"Xueluo, Xueluo … Calm down! Don't shout so loudly, okay? You scared the h.e.l.l out of me! "

　　Feng Xinglang hugged his excited wife again, "Xueluo, take a deep breath, take another deep breath! You've just been reared, and your body is still weak. It's not good for your body to be angry … Good girl, I'm not angry! As long as you are our flesh and blood, we will love you, right?! "

　　There was a reason why he was hiding things from his wife.

　　Feng Xinglang felt that it was reasonable for his wife to be angry.

　　But he was convinced that his wife loved their common child. Because it was the fruit of their love.

　　Thus, Feng Xinglang started to please his wife with a wronged face.

　　"Xueluo, I know that you are a great mother who dotes especially on your own child. Although you want a daughter, since you gave birth to your own son, your husband believes that you will love him the same!"

　　Feng Xinglang wanted to move his wife, so as to arouse his wife's maternal love. "Listen to how my son cries so pitifully, feed this little thing some milk first …"

　　"No!" If you want to feed them, feed them to yourself! " Xueluo roared unhappily.

　　At that time, Feng Xinglang was completely shocked by his wife's resolute and decisive answer.

　　"Xueluo, what did you say?" He asked again.

　　"I said I won't give it to you! If you want to feed it, go feed it yourself! "

　　Being deceived, teased, played with, all sorts of feelings of grievance welled up in his heart, Xueluo laid back on the bed and used a blanket to cover himself.

　　"Lin Xueluo, are you serious?!"

　　Feng Xinglang licked his face and did all that he needed to apologize, coax and curry favor with; he really did not expect women to not even feed their children.

　　This was a bit too much!

　　He could accept having a grudge or anger towards him, but he could not accept having a woman ignore her youngest son, who had only been born for three days.

　　Feng Xinglang did not force the woman to forcefully feed the second son Feng, nor did he continue to persuade the woman who was in a rage.

　　Receiving the crying little son from sister-in-law Yue's arms was really painful for Feng Xinglang.

　　The little guy had only been born three days ago, yet his mother refused to feed him any milk at all … To be honest, at this moment, there was really nothing that made Feng Xinglang's heart ache more than seeing his own flesh and blood cry out in grievance.