Nan Che came out and mentioned that Song Xiang might have a baby in the next day or two, and the atmosphere instantly changed.
They are not ordinary people. They have been invited to treat many extraordinary people, but when it is their turn, their mood is of course different.
The birth of a new life always makes people feel anxious and happy at the same time.
Forget about others, for Rong Boye, childbirth is a major event accompanied by the shadow of death. He can't see anything on the surface, but he rarely even opens his mouth.
Dinner ended hastily and the sky quickly darkened.
Yun Yun went in and out of Song Xiang's room several times, reminding Yan Han to be careful when bathing and washing Song Xiang's hair.
Yan Han is already proficient in doing these things, but today is different. When pressing the shampoo, he hurriedly threw something on the floor.
Song Xiang was sitting in the bathtub without water, using lotus pods to rinse. Hearing the noise, he turned to look at him, but calmed down and comforted him.
"Gouzi, calm down."
Hearing the sound, Yan Yanhan subconsciously raised his hand to pinch his eyebrows.
Song Xiang immediately called him.
Yan Han stopped and asked, "What's wrong?"
Song Xiang had no choice but to point to his hand, "It's all shampoo, you don't want your eyes anymore?"
Yan Han reacted, frowned, and quickly opened the faucet and rinsed his hands.
Song Xiang sighed, "Have you forgotten that you need to wash my hair?"
Yan Han made a move, looked at his washed hands, and clicked his tongue.
Song Xiang laughed out loud, and suddenly he was no longer nervous at all.
Yan Han turned around twice and took deep breaths.
Song Xiang shouted the rhythm to him, "Breathe in - breathe out -"
Yan Han: "..."
He turned around and looked at Song Xiang with a complicated expression.
Song Xiang laughed continuously and shook her hair, "Hurry up, if you are finished giving birth, come over and wash my hair quickly. It will be my turn to give birth soon."
Yan Han was amused by her, and he relaxed, and squeezed the shampoo to her side again.
Song Xiang enjoyed his service. After washing her hair, she asked him to help her rub her wrists.
"Hey, it's all muddy." She clicked her tongue.
Yan Yan smiled coldly, "Wait until the next time you take a shower, then you will really have to rub the mud."
Song Xiang sighed, feeling a little disgusted with herself just thinking about it.
"How do you feel?" Yan Han asked.
"Don't keep asking me. If I get nervous, you will get nervous too."
"I'd be more nervous if you didn't ask."
"..."
The two of them talked nonsense and finished the bath quickly. Yan Han took her out and blew her hair with his sleeves rolled up.
"I want to eat snail noodles." Song Xiang suddenly said.
Yan Han stopped and asked, "Now?"
Song Xiang clicked his tongue, "Let's finish the birth."
"Okay, you go in and give birth, and I'll find a way to get you a bowl." Yan Han said seriously.
Song Xiang said "Ah" and turned to look at him, "Are you still waiting for me outside?"
"Of course."
Song Xiang felt relieved again.
After blow-drying his hair, the little guy became quiet.
Song Xiang sat on the bedside holding her belly, "Hey, what's going on? The contractions are not frequent anymore."
Yan Han: "The little guy may be scared, so many people are staring at him."
Song Xiang pouted.
Yan Han went to get her some food, and then took a quick bath himself, preparing to stay with her all the time.
Nanche and the others had dinner early and rarely made noise outside for a while.
Until six or seven o'clock, there was no movement at all.
Song Xiang thought to herself that there should be no movement, and the little guy was willing to stay in her belly for a while longer.
The harsh cold guarded her and allowed her to sleep peacefully.