On the plane, when Yan Han heard the news, he was worried first and then happy.
Holding Song Xiang in his arms at this moment, the joy outweighed everything else.
It's not that he doesn't love children, he just loves Song Xiang more.
Knowing that it would not affect Song Xiang, his expectations for the child were suddenly raised to the maximum.
"It's only four weeks, isn't it?"
"Um."
Song Xiang covered his hand and said softly: "It will take about thirty weeks."
The room is quiet, and each other breathes carefully.
Yan Han held her hand instead, remembering that she fainted during the day, and blamed himself in his heart.
"Is there any discomfort?"
Song Xiang shook his head, "I promise, I don't feel uncomfortable at all."
"Why did you faint?"
"My blood sugar is low and I haven't eaten much in the past two days," she said.
Hearing this, Yan Han frowned even more, "It's my fault, I should have discovered it a few days ago."
"I don't blame you, I was just careless. I didn't care even though everything was postponed."
In fact, she knew that it was not easy for her to get pregnant, so she didn't think about it.
"Be careful, my father is coming soon and he will probably scold you."
"I should scold you." Yan Yan said coldly.
Song Xiang smiled, reached out and touched his head, "Don't worry, I'll protect you."
"Don't move." Yan Han took off her hand and said, "Lie down and cover yourself."
Seeing his helpless look, Song Xiang couldn't help but laugh, "Calm down, I'm just pregnant, not that delicate."
Stern and silent.
He couldn't calm down, especially after knowing what happened in the Nanqing Dynasty. He had always attached great importance to the matter of giving birth. Even if technology is advanced, there are still a series of terrible emergencies such as amniotic fluid embolism. After all, a woman still has to give birth to a child.
A journey through hell.
After Song Xiang lay down, he went to get the mobile phone in his coat.
"What are you doing?"
"Let the vice president handle the recent work on my behalf. I will only be with you during this time."
Song Xiang was shocked, "You want to take a vacation?"
"No?" Yan Han asked.
"Even if it's maternity leave, it won't take more than a month, right?" Song Xiang couldn't laugh or cry.
Yan Han: "I applied to me and approved it myself. Who dares to say nonsense?"
No, who dares to say anything about you?
Song Xiang laughed in a low voice, "Stop making trouble, I'm fine and will be discharged from the hospital tomorrow. And your mother will be discharged from the hospital in the next two days, so we can be together."
Yan Han raised his hand and said, "Stop it."
"ah?"
"Discharge from the hospital can be discussed. Don't even think about raising a baby with An Xuyue."
Song Xiang: "Why?"
"She has at least seven or eight accidents a day. If one of them affects you, what do you want me to do?"
"How can it be that exaggerated?"
"She has been hospitalized for more than a month, and the medical team has changed three times. The reason is all because of the heavy workload. You still don't understand what it means?"
Song Xiang: "..."
"Then you can't be lazy now, right? There are still eight months."
Yan Han: "I will stay with you for eight years."
Song Xiang was delighted. He put his hand on the side of his face and looked at him quietly, "Shen Han, I'm a little thirsty."
As soon as he finished speaking, Yan Han immediately put down his phone and went to get her some water.
He carefully lifted her up and handed the water to her mouth, "Are you hungry? I'll have someone bring you some food."
Song Xiang pouted at the table opposite, "Before you came back, I had been fed three or five times by Sister Lian and Manman in turn."
Yan Han glanced at the table and saw that there were indeed a lot of things.