"Don't give up, think of Evergreen, he is watching you in the sky."

Xihe took a breath and looked at Zhou Qing in disbelief, staring at her: "What do you mean?"

Zhou Qing wore a mask, revealing a pair of clear and gentle eyes with red eyes: "This is the only proof that Changqing will stay in the world. Xiaohe, promise me to be strong and give birth to the child."

She gently wiped the sweat off Xihe's face with her hands and tucked her wet hair behind her ears. However, Xihe shuddered, feeling as if his skin was being licked by a venomous snake spitting out its poison.

Xihe closed his eyes and warned in a cold voice: "Keep an eye on Zhou Qing!"

Gouzi nodded immediately: "Leave it to me!"

Xihe grasped the sheets under his body with both hands, bit the white cloth around his mouth, and worked hard in response to Mrs. Xia's shouts.

"It's fast, it's fast, try harder!"

I don't know how long it took, but just when Xihe was about to give out his strength, suddenly, something slipped out as soon as his stomach was empty.

"Give birth, give birth, it's a boy!"

Mrs. Xia laughed loudly.

Xihe relaxed his hands and smiled on his face.

Mrs. Xia hurried over and wiped her sweat happily, feeling distressed and pleased: "Our Xiaohe is so awesome, she gave birth to a big fat boy."

Xihe couldn't help teasing her: "If she was a girl, wouldn't Grandma not like her?"

Mrs. Xia immediately glared and poked her forehead: "Bah, that's nonsense. Aren't you just a little girl? When did I treat you badly?"

Xihe's heart suddenly felt warm, and he smiled and narrowed his eyes: "Nai, you are so kind."

Old Mrs. Xia giggled like an old hen.

Ji's mother also wrapped up the child and showed it to Xihe: "It's so beautiful. It looks exactly like Changqing when he was a child. When he grows up, he will definitely be as successful as his father."

Xihe looked at it, sucking his little hands, his face wrinkled, like a little old man.

He was wrapped in a piece of colorful cloth, which Mrs. Xia's family wanted from one family to another. The cloth was finely made and soft to the touch, and was most suitable for children's delicate skin.

She smiled: "When Changqing comes back, give him a name. For now, let's call him Xiaobao."

Ji's mother nodded repeatedly and called "Xiaobao" repeatedly.

Zhou Qing's eyes flashed at the foot of the bed and she lowered her head.

Xihe glanced at her, slowly raised the corners of his mouth, looked away, and watched the two old men teasing the baby in various ways.

-

During the confinement period, Xihe stayed in bed.

Mrs. Xia kept staring at her and couldn't take a bath or wash her hair. Xihe felt like she stunk to death.

The little guy looks the same every day. Except for the first few days, he looks like a little monkey. Later, he becomes more and more beautiful. His small black eyes are clear and black, and he screams "ahhhhh" when he sees everyone.

Ji's mother was so happy with him that she was so happy to wipe his shit and pee every day.

Xihe was so funny that he looked away and looked out the window. The leaves were already dense. Suddenly, a tall figure flashed past the window...

Her heart was pounding and she sat up subconsciously.

Mrs. Xia quickly held her down: "What are you doing? What are you doing? You can't go to the ground now!"

Boom, boom, boom.

There was a knock on the door.

Mrs. Xia looked back and told Xihe: "Don't come down." She turned around and opened the door, mumbling, "Your fat aunt said last night that she was going to make dumplings today, so she probably brought dumplings..."

Opening the door and staring at the person outside, the sound suddenly stopped.

The man was wearing casual clothes, with a scar on his eyebrow bone. He was darker and thinner, but his temperament became more fierce, making it almost impossible to recognize him.

He shouted: "Milk."

His eyes fell straight on the person on the bed.

Xihe's eyes suddenly turned red, and she opened her hands.

The luggage in Ji Changqing's hands fell to the ground, and he strode towards the bed. Regardless of the smell all over her body, he hugged her tightly and wanted to rub her into his arms.

Xihe hugged her tightly, tears falling down her cheeks.

Mother Ji and Mrs. Xia looked at each other, carried the child out of the door, and closed the door gently.

Ji’s mother was very excited. Her son was fine! It’s great!

Mrs. Xia also wiped her eyes. Oh, she may have a good sleep in the future!

In the room, Ji Changqing finally let go of Xihe. His eyes greedily looked at her little face, and then he leaned in to kiss her.

Xihe put his arms around his neck and responded with his eyes closed.

They greedily absorbed each other's warmth, as if this way they could confirm that this person was by their side.

Feeling the moisture on his face, Xihe opened his eyes. Ji Changqing turned his face away. When he turned around, only his eyes were red. He smiled: "I'm sorry, I'm late."

Xihe was heartbroken: "It's not too late, it's not too late at all!"

Ji Changqing smiled and looked at her belly, almost daring to reach out and touch it, feeling very distressed: "Does it hurt?"

Xihe shook his head and touched the scar on his brow: "What about you? Does it hurt?"

Ji Changqing also shook his head: "I'm afraid it will hurt you."

The two of them laughed together, but with tears in their eyes.

Xihe held the man's face and kissed him inch by inch. Tears rolled down his face: "You scared me to death."

What Zhou Qing said in the delivery room almost killed her. If she hadn't been rational, she would have gone crazy. She really couldn't imagine what she would do if something happened to him.

Xihe's heart felt sour and painful, and he couldn't help crying: "Don't do this again."

She could see Bai Lan's eyes and Ji's mother's worry, but she couldn't show anything.

She had to pretend to be happy and confident in him.

Only in the dead of night can she show her emotions.

Because Changqing died in the second century, she didn't know if the same mistake would happen again this time.

Ji Changqing hugged him again and said sorry over and over again.

-

When their emotions stabilized, Ji's mother and Mrs. Xia finally came back with their children in their arms.

Ji Changqing had already changed out of his coat and put on a white shirt. He had handsome features, his sleeves were rolled up to his elbows, and his forearm muscles were strong.

He looked at his freshly baked son and felt quite at a loss.

Ji's mother suppressed her laughter and handed Xiaobao to him: "It's okay. Xiaobao is very good. If you hold her like this, mother will teach you."

Ji Changqing took it stiffly. He had obviously held the gun and the cannon with his hands, but now he was holding his son and was so frightened that he was sweating, for fear of accidentally squeezing the fragile baby to death.

The little guy just woke up and found that the person holding him was a stranger, and he didn't recognize him.

"Ahhh!"

Waving little arms.

Ji Changqing subconsciously looked at his mother.

Ji's mother smiled and said, "She must be hungry. You can take Xiaohe to breastfeed."

Ji Changqing hurriedly and stiffly carried his son over, walking cautiously step by step. When he handed him over to his wife, he couldn't help but exhale.

Then he looked at his son and saw that the little guy was holding the milk in his hands and drinking milk.

Under the soft light, the white color was dazzling.

Xihe's face turned red as he was stared at, and he couldn't help but move his body to block his gaze.

Ji Changqing was startled, and his handsome face turned red. Fortunately, he was darker now and could not be seen clearly, but his back was slightly embarrassed when he turned around in a hurry.

Xihe's red lips curled up, and she leaned forward to kiss her son's fair and tender face.

"The baby is so good."
Chapter completed!