When Song Xiang heard that the baby was healthy, a big stone finally fell in her heart. She cried with joy several times when she saw the little soft baby in her arms sucking milk hard.
Yan Han kept holding her and coaxing her not to cry.
Song Xiang nodded, wiped away tears, and asked him, "Where's dad?"
"I've been waiting outside for you to wake up."
"Then has he seen the baby?" Song Xiang asked.
"Looked at it."
Song Xiang was worried. When the little guy stopped sucking, she wanted to see Rong Boye first.
Rong Boye was guarding her mainly to see that she was safe. Just like when Nan Qing was pregnant, he devoted all his attention to Nan Qing.
A new life is a joy, but an adult touches people's hearts even more.
Yan Han helped Song Xiang tidy up her clothes, and then went out to call Rong Boye.
Rong Boye entered the door and first looked at Song Xiang's face. He looked much better than when he left the delivery room, and then he breathed a sigh of relief.
"Dad." Song Xiang called.
Rong Boye nodded and walked closer, "How do you feel?"
"I'm fine, don't worry."
Song Xiang handed the child over, "You give him a hug."
The swaddled baby was fragile and cute. Rong Boye paused for a moment before stretching out his hand. His movements were much more careful than Yan Han's, with a little caution.
"You have to support his head," Song Xiang said.
Rong Boye nodded.
The little guy had just finished eating, and there was still milk on his mouth. He smacked his lips and tried to fall asleep again.
"The eyes and mouth are like yours." Rong Boye said.
Yan Han came back and sat behind Song Xiang. Song Xiang leaned into his arms and said with a smile, "She looks like an uncle."
Rong Boye: "..."
I really don't want to admit it, but it is.
The Nan family inherited bright eyes and a lip shape similar to smiling lips. Song Xiang's eyes were very beautiful, but they were far inferior to Nan Che's, and the lip shape was not inherited.
The child hasn't opened his eyes yet, but the outline of his eyebrows and eyes are already visible, and his small mouth is the most obvious.
Rong Boye stared at the child for a long time and made a final struggle, "The face shape and nose are like his father."
Song Xiang glanced at Yan Han and said, "Well, the nose is the most similar."
Rong Boye handed the child to Yan Han, then looked at Song Xiang and told her to rest first and not pay too much attention to the child. Her own body was more important.
"I know, dad, you should go and rest too."
Rong Boye responded, turned around and left the room.
There were only three members of their family left in the room. Yan Han stared at the child again and again and said, "Don't you think the mouth and eyes actually look like mine?"
Song Xiang tilted his head and smiled.
The child has just been born. In fact, most of them are a bit idealistic, and they feel like...
"Like you, of course." She raised her head and kissed him on the chin, "He is your son."
Yan Yanhan breathed a sigh of relief, hugged their mother and son, and felt relaxed.
After more than eight months, I finally got this little guy.
Song Xiang guessed that he was exhausted, so he took the child and urged him to lie down and rest.
"You won't sleep?"
"I overslept and am too excited now," Song Xiang said.
Yan Han pinched his eyebrows, lay down next to her, looked at her sideways, and said tiredly: "Lean back a little, don't sit for too long, it will easily cause backache."
Song Xiang nodded, but his eyes fell on the child's face. He couldn't get enough of it, and he couldn't care less about his sore waist.
Yan Han was really exhausted, so he lay next to her and fell asleep soon.
It was so quiet, the room door was lightly knocked twice.
Song Xiang looked over and saw that it was Gong Shiheng.