Fu Jingyu tested the temperature of the baby bottle before bringing it to the little third wheel's mouth, and the little one latched on, swallowing with eyes closed.
Ye Fanxing's gaze was fixed on the little third wheel, watching his every move, unwilling to miss even a single breath of the little guy.
Soon, the little third wheel fell back asleep.
Fu Jingyu said, "Hand him over to me, it's late, you should get some sleep."
"It's okay, no rush." Ye Fanxing smiled foolishly at the little guy, "You go to sleep, I'll hold him for a while longer."
Fu Jingyu: "..."
This made the uncle somewhat unhappy!
Although the little one was cute, Ye Fanxing didn't need to stare at him for so long!
It felt like Ye Fanxing's attention was completely taken away by their son in an instant.
Ye Fanxing, holding the little third wheel, suddenly heard Fu Jingyu sigh, and then she looked towards him, "What's wrong?"