With Nan Che at home, the Rong family was even more lively than when Song Xiang had just returned. There was still a fuss in the kitchen in the middle of the night because Nan Che suddenly wanted to drink sweet soup on a whim and was reluctant to torment Yun Yun, so he tormented the others.
Song Xiang and Yan Han's bedrooms were in the best part of the Rong family, a little far away from the kitchen, but they could see the light from there.
It was rare for someone to come to the house, and Song Xiang was a little excited, so she didn't sleep well at night.
In the middle of the night, Yan Han's cell phone suddenly rang. It was Yan Zhenting. The old man didn't know where he heard the news, saying that An Xuyue had entered the delivery room.
Yan Han didn't know about it at all, and was stunned for a moment when he heard the news.
Song Xiang turned on the desk lamp and asked with hazy eyes, "Are you going to the hospital now?"
Yan Han put some clothes on her first, and at the same time got out of bed to find some clothes, "I'll go take a look, you stay at home."
Song Xiang looked at him and guessed that he was also worried. An Xuyue gave birth at an advanced age and it was no joke.
She pushed herself to get out of bed, "I'll go with you."
Yan Han stopped her and covered her with a quilt, "I'll just go and take a look. You can sleep well. There are countless people watching over there, so it's useless for you to go."
He straightened up and said, "Your uncle is here again. He must know those things. What do you want him to think when you go to see An Xuyue in the middle of the night?"
Song Xiang mainly wanted to accompany him because he was worried. After hearing what he said, he nodded, "Then don't worry too much. Call me when you get there."
Yan Han leaned over and kissed her on the forehead, "Okay, it's not a big deal, don't wait for my call, just sleep well."
Song Xiang said yes, but in fact he was already sleepy.
As soon as Yan Han left, the little one in his belly started to fuss.
She sighed, caressed her belly, and spoke to the little one: "It's too much for you to make a fuss as soon as daddy leaves."
After saying that, the little guy became quiet.
She smiled, stood up, leaned against the bed, took her tablet and watched a movie for a while.
It was around three o'clock in the morning, so she lay down and slept for a while. When she woke up at seven o'clock, she saw that Yan Han hadn't come back yet.
I took my phone and looked at it, and there were several text messages.
——The baby has been born. Mother and baby are safe. Don’t worry and sleep well.
Song Xiang breathed a sigh of relief and immediately called him to ask when he would come back to rest.
There was movement in the garden outside, which seemed to be Uncle Yu's voice.
She washed up and went out. After passing through the corridor, she saw Uncle Yu walking from a distance, and her face turned red with anger.
"Uncle Yu, what's wrong?"
The old man planned to stop, but he almost couldn't stop the car, and his lips were trembling, "My flowers! My flowers have been plucked out!"
Song Xiang was shocked, "Is that a garden of fine roses?"
Uncle Yu nodded and gasped violently, "It's too bad. Not even a single plant was left behind. How dare you leave footprints!"
He beat his chest and his feet with a fierce expression, "I'm going to check the surveillance now, and I must catch this thief!"
Song Xiang's mouth twitched, and she originally wanted to persuade him, but Uncle Yu had already left angrily.
She scratched her head and immediately thought of Nan Che.
well.
She continued walking forward, and when she arrived at the restaurant, Rong Boye was already there.
"dad."
The man looked up at her, responded, and then helped her serve the porridge with his own hands.
Song Xiang guessed that he wanted to ask Yan Han, and also wanted to make up an excuse to get away, but the next second he heard Rong Boye ask.
"An Xuyue is about to give birth?"
Song Xiang opened her mouth and took the porridge, "I've already given birth. The baby was born this morning. It's a boy."