Mo Zichen looked at the happy appearance of the two families holding their children, and almost instantly thought of himself. If this was his child, then his mother would probably be happy too.

How he hopes that he and Wen Qing can also have the crystallization of their true love, whether they are male or female.

Thinking of this, he took out his mobile phone and dialed Wen Qing, still with the same voice prompt: Sorry, the phone you dialed cannot be connected for the time being, please dial again later. After the phone screen went black, Mo Zichen's face showed a sad look.

Later, he turned on his phone and sent a text message to Wen Qing: Wen Qing, I miss you. Today, Xiaoyu and Ling Feng's baby was born, a pair of twin boys, who looked particularly cute. When I saw them, I thought of us at once. If I could protect you, if you hadn't left, maybe we would have had such a happy moment like them. Wen Qing, you can accuse me, blame me, and beat me the next time you see me, but you must be good and wait for me to pick you up. "How I wish there were two angel-like children like Ling Feng to identify every happy moment of the rest of their lives!

After the message was sent, I looked up, but I saw a tense scene.

Xia Chan stretched out his hand and stared at his precious grandson, "Ling Fei, I'll say it again, give me the child." ”

Ling Fei gently kissed the cute little nephew in her arms, "Well, it's so fragrant." Mom, his face is so soft and comfortable. "She definitely did it on purpose.

Xia Chan wanted to cry without tears, and his arms were sore, but he still didn't hug his grandson.

Mo Zichen couldn't help but speak: "I have already arranged the ward, everyone take the child to the crib in the room, the child will be more comfortable to lie down." ”

When Ling Fei heard this, he hurriedly asked, "Where is the ward, let's go here?"

"Turn left in front of three six rooms, go, put the child down, look at the little don't pee. Mo Zichen said.

Xia Chan followed behind her daughter, eagerly wanting to wait for the child to be put down, and then she would pick it up and take a good look at it to see if the child was as cute as Ling Feng when he was a child.

Zhou's mother was a little embarrassed, her daughter hadn't come out yet, in fact, she couldn't rest assured that her daughter was on the operating table.

Thinking of this, she took two quick steps and called out to Ling Feng's mother, "Sister Xia, you take the child back, I'm here waiting for Xiaoyu to come out." ”

Xia Chan was overjoyed, took the child and spoke: "Ling Feng is waiting there, you come over and watch the child together." ”

"No, child, look at it!" Zhou's mother smiled and said.

"Okay, then I'll carry him back to the ward. Xia Chan took the child cautiously, and he couldn't hide the joy on his face.

Mother Zhou returned to the door of the operating room, and felt a little sad when she thought that her daughter was suffering inside, "Doctor Mo, how long will Xiaoyu come out?"

"Come on, wait a little longer. Mo Zichen pinched the bridge of his nose and replied.

"Alas, after going back this time, I have to make up for my body, and if I can't sit well in confinement, my body will lose a lot. Mother Zhou seemed to be talking to herself, as if she was talking to Ling Feng.

Ling Feng hurriedly promised: "Mom, don't worry! I will take care of Xiaoyu." "Many people care about whether their children are good or not, and only those who are close to their loved ones care about whether the child's mother is good or not.

After waiting for more than ten minutes, Zhou Xiaoyu was pushed out of the operating room.

Mother Zhou and Ling Feng stepped forward quickly at the same time, looking at the pale Zhou Xiaoyu and the two of them were extremely distressed.

Zhou's mother frowned, tears burst out of her eyes, and she choked up: "Girl, how are you feeling?"

Zhou Xiaoyu squeezed out a little smile to comfort her mother: "Mom, don't cry, the numbing is not over yet, I don't hurt." ”

Mo Zichen took the place of the nurse and pushed Zhou Xiaoyu to the ward.

Mother Zhou wiped her tears while holding her daughter's hand and said, "Silly girl, how can it not hurt so long and deep?"

"Mom, it really doesn't hurt. Mo Zichen is a good friend of Ling Feng, he arranged for me to do it painlessly, don't believe you ask him. After speaking, Zhou Xiaoyu didn't forget to widen his eyes and threaten Mo Zichen.

Receiving the threatening signal, Mo Zichen smiled: "Auntie, don't worry, Xiaoyu's anesthetic was personally developed by our hospital, which does not hurt the body and lasts for a long time, so it won't hurt very much." ”

Mother Zhou was grateful, "Oh, thank you, thank you Xiaomo!"

Ling Feng has been silently guarding his wife's side, and he feels sorry for her at all, but she is no less than Zhou's mother.

Thinking of the bumpy road, to this day he seems to hear the sound of flowers blooming.

Yes, with the addition of children, he feels more down-to-earth and happy, and the feeling of home is more real and beautiful. He knew that all the credit was due to the woman who was lying in bed at the moment and silently paying for him. So he made up his mind that for the rest of his life, he would do everything he could to exchange all tenderness for her peace for a lifetime.

Zhou Xiaoyu felt strange when she saw Ling Feng, who was distracted for a while, "Ling Feng, is your son good-looking?" she asked with a tug of his arm.

"Well, it's good-looking. Ling Feng came back to his senses and indulged in her somewhat messy hair.

"Like me or like you?" Zhou Xiaoyu then asked.

"En......" Actually, he hasn't looked at the child carefully, so he doesn't know how to speak for a while.

"I want my child to be as tall and handsome as you, but the expression on his face is a little more easy-going like mine. Zhou Xiaoyu expressed it very implicitly, and the implication was that he had a face like a *** ice cube.

Ling Feng lightly hooked the corners of his lips, and as she said, "Okay, you can do whatever you say." ”

Zhou Xiaoyu: "......" Is this what she can do whatever she wants?

"Does your stomach hurt now?" Ling Feng was concerned about his wife's physical condition now, and the rest of the things were not important to him.

"It doesn't hurt, you go and see who your son looks like. Zhou Xiaoyu was curious.

Ling Feng walked to the children's bed not far away, and Liu's mother from the old mansion spoke: "Sir, look, the eldest young master is a little more like you, and the little young master is a little more like a lady." ”

Ling Feng carefully looked at his two babies, with a satisfied look on his face. Sure enough, one looks like him with a cold face, and the other looks like his wife, eating his little hands beautifully.

He bent down and picked up Xiaobao, walked to his wife's side, and put him on the bed, "Look, this is Erbao, he looks like you, isn't he?"

Zhou Xiaoyu turned her head, and met a pair of big eyes that flickered and watery, as clean and bright as an angel. and that fat face, she couldn't help but want to kiss twice. What's even more cute is that he is actually sucking his little finger, and her heart is about to be cutely transformed by this extremely cute son.

"Husband, isn't our son too cute? What should I do if I love him to death?" Zhou Xiaoyu looked at her cute son and was extremely excited.

The son she raised was really reliable, and she was sure that her son would never be an ice cube face like Ling Feng. Because his face contained a rich expression, occasionally smiling with his eyebrows, occasionally chirping and occasionally frowning, various appearances showed that he was much cuter than Ling Feng.

"I think so too, that's why I brought him over. Ling Feng also kept lying on his son's face and scrutinizing it, and he and his wife had the same opinion.

"What about Dabao, isn't Dabao cute?" Zhou Xiaoyu was stunned for a moment, and then asked him.

Ling Feng hesitated and spoke: "Well, it's not as cute as Erbao." Erbao's eyebrows and eyes and some subtle movements are very similar to his wife. It was for this reason that he was much more favored than his brother for many years to come.

“...... Husband, I want to see Dabao, you put the second treasure back and bring Dabao over for me to see. Zhou Xiaoyu was very curious about what the brother who could make Ling Feng dislike so much would look like.

Ling Feng seriously picked up Erbao and put it back, and hugged Dabao to his wife's side, "Wife, look at him, is he not as cute as Erbao?"

When Zhou Xiaoyu's gaze fell, Dabao turned his head arrogantly and then kicked off the quilt, the most ridiculous thing was that he actually sprayed urine in the air like a fountain.

"Hehe... Hehehe... Ling Feng, he was so arrogant that he was going to pee, it's too exaggerated, right?" Zhou Xiaoyu held her stomach and tried her best to control her laughing, but she still couldn't help laughing and hurting her stomach.

Ling Feng walked to the small bed, got a quilt and diaper for his son, changed it, and then lay on his face to look at it. How he looks like a miniature version of himself.

Zhou Xiaoyu looked at her son carved out of the same mold as Ling Feng, and couldn't help rolling her eyes in her heart, "Husband, Dabao is like a miniature version of you." Do you see that he has no one in his eyes, and his heart is arrogant like a proud peacock?"

Ling Feng's heart twitched: "Why is "......" becoming more and more unreliable? When did he have so many advantages? The key is what the hell is the proud peacock? Is he like?

Ling Feng didn't reply, and after Zhou Xiaoyu finished speaking, he felt that his analogy was very inappropriate, and changed his words: "Husband, don't be too careful, he is not like a proud peacock, I just think he is a little domineering and a little cold, just like a small copy of you." ”

Ling Feng: "...... thank you for the compliment, my wife, but why do you feel a little disliked?"

"By the way, Ling Feng, they don't have a name yet, this difficult task is entrusted to you. Zhou Xiaoyu looked at her eldest son's face and instructed her husband.

Although Dabao gave her a very exaggerated feeling, she still liked him a little more in comparison, because in him she could see Ling Feng's unruly and noble and capable shadow.

"Well, I'll ask my dad to give me one when I go back. You can give them a nickname that they can call first. Ling Feng put away his gaze, which had been focusing on his son, turned to his wife and said.

"First Dabao and Erbao call it that! I think it's quite pleasing to the mouth. Zhou Xiaoyu said casually.

"By the way, Ling Feng, I recorded a little video of my son and sent it to my parents in France, and they called me not long ago, saying that they were coming over to take care of the child for us. Zhou Xiaoyu suddenly felt a little missed them.

I think when she was in France, she was spoiled as a veritable little princess, and she still can't forget that time. Now that she has her own child, she can slowly understand how deep her parents' feelings for their children are!