When she heard her son's crying sound, she suddenly woke up. She thought that she had slept for a long time. She realized that she had only slept for less than two hours. She really slept soundly and her body relaxed.
"Mother, let me feed him." Alvina Miller heard Joseph Grant's voice outside the door. She was a little curious. She tilted her head back and saw the screen behind a wall.
The little guy must be hungry. Mother—in—law was about to feed him milk powder.
"What do you know? This is my little grandson. I'm here." Mrs. Grant had long forgotten that there was a son, and she was all that cute little guy in her eyes.
Joseph Grant's eyes narrowed slightly. Before the little guy was born, he felt that his mother had no place in his eyes, and now he was guessed.
"Mother, although I don't understand, you can teach me. In the future, I will definitely feed him every day. If you don't teach me, if you're hungry in the future, don't blame me." In front of him, the childish child—like child threatened her mother.
"You dare!" Mrs. Grant immediately stared at him harshly. "If my grandson is hungry, look at how I can cure you."
"Then, you should let me learn to feed him now." Joseph Grant said, he had gently carried his son from his mother's embrace, and the little guy did not know if he was not comfortable enough. Big.
"Don't cry, don't cry, your Mummy is sleeping, don't wake her up." Joseph Grant looked at the uncommunicable baby, his handsome face wrinkled, and without instructions, what would he do next?
"Yes, yes, yes, good grandson, don't cry. Mother is sleeping." Mrs. Grant quickly coaxed him, and she felt the pain of her daughter—in—law.
"Hurry to feed him. Didn't you see that he was hungry and crying?" Seeing Joseph Grant's mother stubbornly holding her hands, Joseph Grant did not quickly send the pacifier to his mouth.
Joseph Grant's hand with a steel smile was holding a delicate baby bottle at the moment. He was a little panicked at the moment, but he still directly aimed at his son with his mouth wide open.
"Thank you!" Mrs. Grant looked at her. She felt so pained that she died. The man just didn't know how to live meticulously. His grandson had just been born.
"Mother, look, he's not crying anymore." Joseph Grant's handsome face instantly rejoiced. He stared down at the little guy who was drinking hard.
Mrs. Grant also looked at her with joy. Her heart was excited and happy. The William Family was finally at a loss. In the future, they must properly cultivate this little grandson and make him become an outstanding person like his father. Better than his father, Mrs. Grant thought about it and looked at her son with disdain.
"Mother, why are you staring at me like that? You don't want a son because you don't have a grandson?" Joseph Grant raised his head and saw that his mother was staring at him without blinking. Full of disdain.
"I'm thinking about how to train my grandson to become a successful person in the future." Mrs. Grant was not polite to her son.
Joseph Grant was shocked and could not believe it: "Mother, he was the first day of the world. You actually thought about giving him such a big pressure? Too cruel."
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