Tang Zhihuan drove home, and the Song family's parents and Song Xixi were waiting for him to come back for dinner.

After eating, Tang Zhihuan accompanied Song Xixi to digest and walk around in the living room, and Dr. Bai suggested that pregnant women should move around more in the last few months, exercise and exercise, so that they can have strength when they are born, so that they will not have enough physical strength and suffer a lot when they are halfway through birth.

Song Xixi watched Tang Nianxi's child today, and she was both expectant and nervous about the two little ones who were about to be born in her belly, how would she give birth to the child.

The more she thought about it, Song Xixi was a little scared, worried that there would be an accident when she gave birth.

She often saw pregnant women bleeding heavily on her mobile phone, and the doctor asked the question of whether to keep the big or the small, and the pregnant women were difficult, so they went directly into the ghost gate......

"What should I do if I can't give birth when the time comes......"

Tang Zhihuan held her waist, sensing Song Xixi's gradually uneasy mood, and comforted her gently: "Don't worry, everything will go smoothly, Dr. An said that the child is normal, don't scare yourself." ”

Song Xixi suddenly glared at him: "It's not you, of course you don't have a backache when you stand and talk!" ”

"...... "He can't give birth to this."

However, Tang Zhihuan admitted his mistake and apologized softly: "I'm sorry, I'm sorry." ”

After walking for half an hour, Song Xixi was tired, Tang Zhihuan helped her sit down on the sofa, helped her massage her calves, thought about it and proposed: "You play a video to chat with Yu Cha, and the two of you won't be nervous after chatting for a while." ”

"My phone is charging in the bedroom."

The man put down her leg and got up and went to the bedroom: "I'll go get it for you." ”

The battery of the mobile phone was already full, and Song Xixi sent a WeChat video to Yu Cha, which was quickly connected.

The melon-fleshed face came to the camera, the little face was white and tender, and when he saw Song Xixi, he shouted sweetly: "Godmother." ”

Song Xixi smiled and said, "Little melon, what are you doing now?" ”

"Mom said that her legs were sore, so I gave my mother a leg beat."

As the saying goes, her daughter is her mother's intimate little padded jacket, and Song Xixi suddenly felt a little envious: "The melon is awesome." ”

Yu Cha smiled at the camera: "Where is she good, Shi Yixiao said that you can eat Oreo by hammering your mother's legs for ten minutes." ”

"Well, this salary is not high." Song Xixi joked, seeing that Yu Cha's belly was also very big, she was inexplicably a little relieved.

"Did your sister-in-law give birth?" Yu Cha asked.

When she sent WeChat to Song Xixi this morning, Song Xixi was rushing to the hospital, only saying that Tang Nianxi was going to give birth, but there was no follow-up after that.

"I gave birth to a little boy, I was cute and lovely. Today I saw her give birth, and I was a little worried that if I gave birth to twins, I wouldn't be able to do it...... When I thought that I was going to have a baby, I was nervous and scared. ”

Yu Cha smiled comfortingly: "Don't be nervous when the time comes, and I will accompany you, besides, I hurt twice and you hurt once, what is there to be afraid of." ”

The melon was next to Yu Cha's arms, and he comforted sweetly: "Godmother, don't be afraid, the melon will cheer you on!" ”

Song Xixi looked at the melon, and his mood was a lot more relaxed.

The two chatted for a long time.

Tang Zhihuan poured a glass of milk for Song Xixi and peeled another orange for her.

Song Xixi chatted while eating, and Yu Cha saw it in the video, and sighed several times, obviously envious.

After chatting with Yu Cha, Song Xixi was not so nervous, but began to look forward to the arrival of the two little guys.

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At the end of the year, there was a heavy snowfall in the capital, and the snow was more than two centimeters deep, and the city became white, covered in silver, and extremely enchanting.

Tang Zhihuan's laboratory was on vacation, and Tang Nianxi was also taken home by Xia Chuyang for confinement, and Tang's mother went over to take care of her.

In the days at the end of the year, the Song family's parents went back to visit relatives for a few days, and Tang Zhihuan and Song Xixi sent the second elder to the high-speed rail station.

Tang's mother and Xia Chuyang's family of three had a reunion dinner at Tang Zhihuan's house and celebrated the New Year together.

The eldest brother is like a father, and the family is reunited and neat.

Tang Zhihuan gave a huge red envelope to Chachai, and of course he didn't forget to give a lot of small melons that had helped him, and also wrapped a big red envelope.

The melon had a sweet mouth, and the blessing of the ripe melon on his back made Tang Zhihuan laugh, Song Xixi went back to the room to take a shower and change clothes, he followed in, and looked at Song Xixi and stopped.

"I want a daughter."

Song Xixi put his hand on the high bulging lower abdomen, and spread his small hand: "You made it yourself, whether it is male or female, it is doomed." ”

Tang Zhihuan kissed her on the lower abdomen and asked in a low voice, "Is it a little girl?" ”

“……”

The two came out of the shower, and the Spring Festival Gala was playing a cross talk show.

It was lively until twelve o'clock, Tang Nianxi couldn't stay up late, and Xia Chuyang had to take care of his son.

When the fireworks rained down at night, Song Xixi stood by the window and looked up, Tang Zhihuan hugged their mother and son from behind, and kissed her side cheek and covered her ear at the most lively time: "In the new year, I am looking forward to the happy life of our family of four." ”

Song Xixi only cared about watching the fireworks and listening to the lively sounds, but did not hear the man's New Year's resolution.

Tang Zhihuan's eyes were gentle, and he lowered his head to stare at her happy smile.

It doesn't matter if you hear it or not.

Because this New Year's resolution, it will definitely come true.

This may be Bian Zhilin's poem.

You stand on the bridge and look at the scenery, the people watching the scenery look at you from upstairs, the bright moon decorates your window, you decorate other people's dreams.