"Okay, okay, I only have his mother in my heart." Nan Che rushed to get hold of the little guy and only remembered to ask, "By the way, what happened?"
Everyone: "..."
Yun Yun just remembered and slapped her forehead, "It's my brother."
"A boy?" Nan Che clicked his tongue and glanced down, "Looking at his appearance, he should be as handsome as his uncle and I."
Yun Yun: "..."
She urged Nan Che to take a look at Rong Boye, and then hurriedly went to give the child a newborn checkup.
When Nan Che held the child for examination, she turned around and found Yan Han still standing at the door waiting for Song Xiang.
Without waiting for her to explain, Guo Yu pushed Song Xiang out.
Song Xiangren was conscious and in good condition, but her face was a little haggard. Guo Yu gave her oxygen.
Yan Yan's eyes fell on her face in just one night, and the color she had cultivated over the past few months seemed to have been drained away.
He was so distressed that his eyes instantly turned red.
Song Xiang talked to him: "Have you seen the baby?"
Yan Han nodded immediately, "See."
"Isn't it a bit ugly?"
Guo Yu smiled, "What's so ugly about it? It's so unbelievable that a newborn looks like that. It perfectly reproduces the advantages of both of you."
Song Xiang smiled weakly, "That's good..."
Yan Han didn't dare to touch her, feeling that she was as fragile as a ceramic doll, as if it would break if touched casually.
Guo Yu guided him and brought the person into the "ward" they had prepared in advance. They did a basic examination and then let Song Xiang rest.
After a whole night, we were exhausted.
…
Song Xiang had a sweet sleep, and when he woke up, he felt relaxed and tired all over.
She subconsciously touched her belly, but found it was empty.
My mind froze for a moment, and then I remembered that the child had already been born.
Yan Han leaned against the bedside, his brows furrowed, and his eyes were covered in black and blue.
Suddenly, there was a clear baby cry, and he opened his eyes for a second as if a switch had been triggered.
Before Song Xiang could react, he turned around and went to the small bed next to him.
"Why are you crying?"
Yan Han heard the sound and turned to look at her, "Are you awake?"
Song Xiang tried to get up.
The man quickly carried the child to her side, helped her up with one hand, and let her lean against him.
"Are you hungry?"
"It should be..." Yan Han had no experience and said, "I'll ask my aunt."
Song Xiang smiled, "No need to ask."
She glanced at the door and said, "Go and see if the door is locked?"
"good."
Song Xiang held the child independently and touched her red face, feeling indescribable.
She quickly unbuttoned the buttons. She had never done this before, but she was very skilled at it.
The little guy was obviously hungry. He cried twice and immediately ate as much as he could.
Song Xiang sniffed, tears filling her eyes.
This is her and Yan Han's child...
Yan Han sat behind her, held their mother and son in his arms, and gently stroked her back.
"His hands are so small." Song Xiang held the little pink hand, turned her face to Yan Han and said, "Look."
Yan Han reached out and held her hand again with his big hand.
"I said hello to him when you were asleep, but he didn't seem to pay much attention to me." He sighed.
Song Xiang leaned in his arms, "I have just been activated, and I don't know you yet."
Yan Han nodded, looked at her face, and then looked at the face of the little guy in his arms. His chest was indescribably full, and he felt that happiness was about to overflow.
"My uncle checked him out. Although it was more than a week early, he is healthy in all aspects."