Bu Qingqing sat still, hesitated for a long time, then gathered her courage and said, "Young Madam, the little master hasn't had breast milk yet, why don't you try?"
"Huh?" Wen Meimei was taken aback.
Breastfeed???
Although she does have milky white fluid overflowing there, but...it's too embarrassing, no, no, she can't do it.
Seeing her reluctance, Bu Qingqing whispered, "The little master is so pitiful. Since he was born, there's been no mom to take care of him. I saw many babies at the hospital being breastfed by their mothers. Looking at them, I feel sorry for the little master, sigh..."
She purposely dragged out her sigh, lamenting the poor fate of her family's little master.
These words, sharp as needles, pierced Wen Meimei's heart.
After all, he's her own son, just a piece of flesh fallen from her body, what's there to be shy about.
Alright then, go for it!
Wen Meimei tried to lift her clothes...
Meanwhile, at the Qiao Group.
