The little milk dragon raised by the boss is acting like a baby again

Chapter 59 Add me, send you the tutorial

As soon as Zhang Boyi finished speaking, Gu Nanshan clearly felt that Long Yunchi's eyes lit up.

The veins on Gu Nanshan's forehead twitched, and he asked patiently, "Is there a way to relieve it?"

"Have."

Zhang Boyi blinked his eyes: "It's fine to breastfeed."

"It's that simple?"

"Otherwise, how complicated do you think it is?" Zhang Boyi shrugged: "Swelling after giving birth is a very common thing, basically every woman will experience it once, well, men may also experience it, but it is relatively rare."

There is no need to say the latter sentence.

Sensing Long Yunchi's longing gaze, Zhang Boyi coughed: "Of course, if the bloat is severe and cannot be relieved by breastfeeding, you can ask your family members to help you massage, suck, etc."

A certain dragon stood up abruptly and held Gu Nanshan's hand: "I can!"

"……roll."

"Ok."

Long Yunchi sat back on the chair aggrieved, but when he saw Gu Nanshan's slightly protruding chest, the corners of his mouth involuntarily raised, he propped his chin with his hands, and looked at it with a smile.

After the farce, Zhang Boyi first helped Gu Nanshan relieve the pain, and then taught Gu Nanshan some breastfeeding methods and coaxing skills.

Gu Nanshan studied seriously, and Long Yunchi watched seriously, as if he looked like a good father.

after an hour.

Zhang Boyi slapped his thigh and stood up: "Okay, I've said everything I need to say, you should get used to it these few days, and call me if you really don't understand."

Gu Nanshan also stood up: "Leave?"

"The old man gave me one and a half hours. If I don't go back within the specified time, I'm afraid I won't be able to keep my legs."

Speaking of this, Gu Nanshan suddenly remembered that Fu Sinian was caught by the old man here after he left him the night before yesterday.

"You and Fu Sinian, what does the old man say?"

"It's nothing." Zhang Boyi shrugged: "In the beginning, he was very determined to force us to separate, but later, under Fu Sinian's offensive, he gradually accepted it."

Gu Nanshan nodded, gradually letting go of the big stone in his heart.

Just as he was about to send Zhang Boyi out, he moved closer to Long Yunchi: "Mr. Long, do you have a cell phone?"?

Long Yunchi shook her head in doubt: "No."

"Then hurry up and buy one, I'll massage..." He squeezed his paws in the air: "I'll send you the massage technique."

Long Yunchi's eyes lit up for an instant, and he got up and held Zhang Boyi's hand, who was originally lacking in interest: "I'll go shopping after dinner."

After letting go, Zhang Boyi immediately took out a pen and paper from the drawer, and wrote down his number: "This is my WeChat, add me when the time comes."

Long Yunchi nodded again and again: "No problem."

"Then I'll go back first."

"Mr. Zhang, I'll see you off!"

Gu Nanshan: "?"

After sending Zhang Boyi away, Gu Nanshan looked Long Yunchi up and down, frowned slightly: "I can't tell, you like Zhang Boyi quite a bit?"

"What Zhang Boyi?"

The solemnity on Long Yunchi's face was gradually replaced by worship: "That's Mr. Zhang!"

Gu Nanshan rolled his eyes angrily, turned around and walked home: "You are somewhat seriously ill."

Long Yunchi saw her and hurriedly followed.

"Grandpa is going to have a funeral this evening. I'm going to visit. You stay at home and watch Lele." Gu Nanshan said as he went upstairs.

Long Yunchi was taken aback, and glanced at his chest: "What if Lele wants to drink milk?"

"I'll ask Secretary Wu to bring milk powder over, just give it to Lele." After finishing speaking, he added: "Secretary Wu will teach you."

While speaking, he opened the door and entered the bedroom, walked directly to the closet, took out a black suit, and threw it on the bed.

Slender white fingers unbuttoned the buttons one by one.

Long Yunchi pulled an armchair over, sat down backwards, put her hands on the back of the chair, stepped on the lower bar and the horizontal bar, and looked at Gu Nanshan aggrievedly.

"Ashan..."

The golden eyes were full of water, and they blinked, "Can I go together? I also want to send grandpa off."

Like a coquettish kitten.

Gu Nanshan couldn't bear Long Yunchi's appearance the most, and his heart softened when he saw it.

"What about the child?"

"Hold him." Long Yunchi fished out the baby from the cradle without saying a word: "Is it okay?"

"..."

The veins on Gu Nanshan's forehead twitched, he stepped forward to carry the child back, and carefully put the child in the cradle: "No, Lele is young, he can't see the wind, not to mention, what if someone sees it?"

"Then... I won't show up, I'll follow invisibly."

Gu Nanshan pursed his lips, put his hands on his chest and tilted his head to look at him: "Do you really want to come?"

Long Yunchi nodded repeatedly.

"Then you can't let others see it, especially Lele."

"no problem!"

Gu Nanshan found a black suit for Long Yunchi to put on, and explained some ways to coax the child before driving towards Gu's house.

Although he has become a god now, he can appear where he wants to go at will.

But he was not very proficient, and he didn't want to make trouble at Gu Jingming's funeral, so he finally chose to drive.

When he arrived at Gu's house, there were already many cars parked outside, but when he walked into the living room, there was only one person sitting there.

"Uncle third?"

This person is a distant relative of the Gu family, and he doesn't have much contact with him at ordinary times, but he has met him a few times, and Gu Nanshan also has some impressions.

"Nanshan, why are you here now!"

Seeing him, the man quickly got up and walked forward quickly: "Quick, it's already done inside, go and burn incense for your grandpa."

Gu Nanshan nodded, and followed him all the way to the direction of the mourning hall.

From a distance, he could already hear the sound of chanting sutras from the mourning hall.

Stepping into the mourning hall, I saw a hundred or so people standing in the yard, all of them were wearing black suits, with a white chrysanthemum on their chest, with their hands crossed in front of them, solemnly pulling in the direction of the mourning hall.

In the mourning hall, six monks sat on the ground, knocking wooden fish in their hands, and chanting scriptures in their mouths.

The atmosphere is immersive and solemn.

Gu Nanshan closed his eyes, took a light breath, and walked in.

As soon as he entered, all eyes were on him.

"Look, Gu Nanshan is here."

"As the eldest grandson, it's shameful that he came so late!"

"Who said no? I heard that if his father hadn't invited him in person, he might not have come."

"Stop talking, he's here."

The voices of these people are not loud, if it was before, Gu Nanshan might not be able to hear a word.

But now he has become a god, with sharp ears and eyesight, even if he doesn't want to hear, these voices will come to his ears actively.

Facing everyone's eyes, he walked slowly to the front of the hall.

After receiving the incense from the monk, he bowed three times to Gu Jingming's portrait, then stepped aside and knelt down, burning paper money with Gu Xiongwen.

After burning for a while, Gu Nanshan realized that someone was missing here.

"Where's Gu Yuan?" He whispered to Gu Xiongwen beside him.

Gu Xiongwen didn't raise his head: "I'm sick, and I'm in the hospital."

Get ill?Wasn't he fine two days ago?

Just as he was thinking, the moment when the bug entered Gu Yuan's body suddenly flashed in his mind, and the movement of taking paper money paused.

Is it because of that?

Sensing his strangeness, Gu Xiongwen glanced at him: "What?"

"It's nothing, it's just a little accident." Gu Nanshan said while burning paper, "A man who is usually as strong as a cow suddenly fell ill, and he was sick on the day of grandpa's funeral."

As soon as the words fell, Gu Xiongwen's face darkened: "What do you want to say?"

"It's nothing, just a feeling."

Hearing this, Gu Xiongwen snorted: "Your younger brother is really sick, if you still have this family in your heart, go see grandpa after seeing him off."

Gu Nanshan paused, looked up at him, smiled slightly, then lowered his head, and continued to burn the paper.

He didn't say anything, but Gu Xiongwen's neck instantly turned red.

If it wasn't for the old man's mourning hall at this time, Gu Nanshan felt that Gu Xiongwen would definitely jump up and scold him.

Just as he thought, Gu Xiongwen glared at him, then continued to burn the paper quietly.

It's a pity, he still wanted to see how this hypocritical father tore off his disguise in front of everyone, but unexpectedly, he endured it.

Inside the huge mourning hall.

The relatives and friends who came to see Gu Jingming off, under the arrangement of the monk, came up to offer incense one by one, and said a few words of reluctance.

After speaking, he went back to stand and listened to the monk's chanting.

The end of the practice happened to be in the evening.

"Wake up—"

As the mourning sounded, the relatives carried Gu Jingming's coffin, followed behind Gu Nanshan, and slowly left the mourning hall and got into the hearse.

When we arrived at the cemetery, it started to rain lightly.

The black umbrellas were opened one by one, and they entered the cemetery with the coffin.

Holding the portrait of Gu Jingming, Gu Nanshan watched the coffin being lowered and covered with soil. His expression gradually became numb. Finally, he only fixed his eyes on the smiling old man on the tombstone, and slowly clenched his hands into fists.

Suddenly, his hands were wrapped in warmth.

Gu Nanshan was stunned, and was about to raise his head when a familiar voice came from beside him: "Don't be afraid, I'm here."

He pursed his lips, opened his hands slightly, and interlocked his fingers with the person beside him.

Looking up again, his eyes became firmer.

Grandpa, did you see it?I am very happy, you can rest assured to go.

After the old man was buried, relatives and friends attending the funeral offered incense one by one, and left the cemetery one after another.

Even Gu Xiongwen couldn't wait to leave after everyone left.

Only Gu Nanshan was left standing in front of the lonely tombstone.

a long time……

"ah!"

A childish voice broke the tranquility of the cemetery.

Gu Nanshan came back to his senses, looked around, and finally fell on the little thing in Long Yunchi's arms.

"Lele?" He was a little surprised: "Is it your voice?"

Lele patted the little meaty hand: "Da da!"

Gu Nanshan was silent for a while, then looked up at his husband: "What did he say?"

"……Can't understand."

"Dah!" Lele patted the quilt wrapped around her.

Gu Nanshan and Long Yunchi looked at each other, confused.

Lele held back her small mouth, and opened her small fleshy hand slightly, a lavender thunderbolt slowly condensed in the palm of her hand.

Gu Nanshan took a closer look curiously.

Unexpectedly, the lightning ball was getting bigger and bigger, and after a while, it had condensed into the size of a football.

Seeing that it was about to come out, Gu Nanshan gasped in fright.

"careful!"

He quickly raised Lele's hand, and the lightning ball flew to the nearby mountain in an instant.

boom--

A huge flaming mushroom cloud rises.