Song Xiang had been looking forward to having a child, and she thought that Yan Han was the same. She imagined many scenarios when Yan Han knew that she was pregnant, but she didn't expect that he would calm down, arrest Xiang Shuyi first, and take out the pile of Li Ying.
The report that I couldn’t understand was read over at the scene.
During the process, Xiang Shuyi wanted to remind him several times that he was not an obstetrician and gynecologist, but he swallowed the words as he did not want to be harshly bombarded.
Song Xiang leaned on the bedside and saw Yan Han frowning at various reports, and couldn't help but say: "I'm fine, I'm healthy."
Yan Han responded. He wanted to hold her hand, but he probably felt that his hands were too cold, so he could only help her tuck the quilt.
"Don't worry, all indicators are very good, there is nothing wrong with the child." Xiang Shuyi said.
Yan Han raised his head and frowned: "Can you guarantee that it will not affect her?"
Xiang Shuyi raised his eyebrows and thought about it in his mind.
He was a little doubtful that if this child had an influence on Song Xiang, Yan Han would...
"I promise, it won't affect her at all. There is nothing wrong with her body."
After his words fell, Yan Yanhan loosened his grip on the reporting hand.
Song Xiang reached out and pulled him, "Don't be nervous."
Yan Han's whole body was tense, his expression was a bit out of control, and he said stubbornly: "I'm not nervous."
Xiang Shuyi glanced at the report that he had torn a corner of, and let out a light chuckle.
You are really not nervous.
Just as he was thinking about it, Yan Han suddenly looked up at him and asked, "Why are you still here?"
Xiang Shuyi:???
Song Xiang: "..."
"Okay, it's time to unload the mill and kill the donkey."
Xiang Shuyi waved his hand and walked out leisurely.
It doesn't matter, Rong Boye will be here soon anyway, so someone can't be arrogant for long.
The door is closed.
Holding the report, Yan Han finally relaxed, lowered his hands and stood in front of Song Xiang's window.
Seeing his appearance, Song Xiang couldn't help but laugh, "Come here, I'll wipe it for you."
Yan Han did as he was told, pulled up a chair and sat down next to her.
Thinking of Xiang Shuyi's words, his uneasiness disappeared. At this moment, joy took over. His eyes stayed on Song Xiang's face for a moment, and then fell on her abdomen.
Song Xiang wiped his forehead and said softly: "Why are you in such a hurry and letting the plane land midway?"
Yan Han stared at her abdomen, his expression still serious.
Song Xiang originally wanted to tease him, but when he glanced around, he suddenly caught a glimpse of a sneaky head outside the window and a mobile phone that was gradually moving upward.
She knew without thinking that it must be Li Ying.
She reached behind Yan Han with one hand and patted it gently. The other hand was originally wiping his forehead, but suddenly she switched to wiping his eyes.
Yan Han reacted, "Baby?"
There is no water on the eyes.
Song Xiang smiled, and suddenly leaned over, touching his forehead, and gently patted his back with her other hand.
Severe cold:???
outside the window
Li Ying slowly took off her phone and when she saw the picture captured inside, she couldn't help but say "fuck".
Crying?
Still want comfort?
Depend on!
Her father is no longer the Tyrannosaurus rex that he once was.
indoor
Song Xiang saw that the phone had been moved, and immediately adjusted her posture and sat down again.
Yan Han was aware of every microexpression of hers and narrowed his eyes, "What are you doing?"
Song Xiang touched his belly and said, "Earn milk powder money for the little one."
Yan Han breathed a sigh of relief and then stretched out his hand.
Song Xiang was only four weeks pregnant, so she couldn't touch anything through the quilt.