When Xia Qing heard this, he looked up and met the man's amber eyes, slightly stunned, what did he look at her?

"Hmm." Pei Zhengyang nodded towards Sister Zhang and looked at Xia Qing, who was holding the child, "What's wrong with him?" ”

"I didn't wake up." Xia Qing replied casually, but seeing that Pei Zhengyang had no intention of leaving, he was a little puzzled, "Is there something wrong?" ”

"Can't you come to see my son if you're fine?" Pei Zhengyang was dissatisfied with Xia Qing's attitude of rushing people.

Xia Qing was embarrassed, and almost forgot about this stubble, "Of course you can." After answering, he looked at the little bear bear in his arms, "Xiong Xiong, dad is here, and if you cry again, you will be laughed at!" ”

The little guy seemed to understand what Xia Qing meant this time, with tears in his big black eyes, looking at Pei Zhengyang innocently, full of curiosity.

Pei Zhengyang remembered the picture he saw when he came over at night, and the warmth of that moment, and couldn't help but stretch out his hand, "Can I hug him?" ”

"He's very heavy, your sternum hasn't fully grown yet......"

"No problem." Before Xia Qing finished speaking, Pei Zhengyang had already reached out to pick up Xiong Xiong.

I thought that the little guy wouldn't give his father a hug, but when Pei Zhengyang stretched out his hand, the little guy happily stretched out his arms and legs.

Xia Qing, "......" okay, little conscienceless.

It's just that although Pei Zhengyang hugged Xiong Xiong in his arms, when Xia Qing saw the man's slightly tense body, he couldn't help but laugh, this man was actually nervous!

However, she is not disgusted that Pei Zhengyang is close to Xiongxiong, the child needs a father, and she is very happy that Pei Zhengyang can hug the child more.

Pei Zhengyang on the side looked at the soft little man in his arms, much bigger than at the beginning, but it was still a small lump, white and tender, like a miniature version of a little fat man, with a pair of peach blossom eyes that were black and bright, which made people feel happy.

But from birth to now, the little guy has hugged him only a handful of times.

It's not that he doesn't like it, it's just that it's too sudden, and he is not used to it until now, and even says that he accepts the role of a father, and even with less closeness and a sense of belonging to his children.

But at this moment, clumsily holding the little guy in his arms, accepting his wholehearted dependence and trust, Pei Zhengyang's heart couldn't help but be touched, and it softened little by little.

This is his child.

In addition to grandpa, the closest blood relationship.

Even closer to him than his grandfather, Xiong Xiong is his bloodline.

This feeling is strange and magical, which makes his movements of holding the child more clumsy, and the muscles of his whole body become stiff, for fear that he will accidentally bump the little one.

Xia Qing looked at Pei Zhengyang like this, while being funny, he also felt that the picture was familiar, how much like himself who learned to hold his children at the beginning, obviously he had never even talked about love before he was reborn, but now he is so comfortable as a mother.

And this man likes to be a father, and I'm afraid that he is still confused.

"Giggle......

Pei Zhengyang was very nervous and hugged carefully, but the little guy didn't know whether he found that there were many people, or was amused by his father's cramped appearance, and giggled.

Pei Zhengyang, who was holding the child, felt that he was being ridiculed, and lifted the little guy in his arms, "If you laugh again, I'll throw you away." ”

"Giggles!" Xiong Xiong thought that his father was amusing him, and he laughed even more happily.

Xia Qing saw it, "You be careful of the wound." ”

"So nervous about me?" Pei Zhengyang asked with a smile, but the movements in his hands did not stop, but because the little guy giggled happily, the movements were even bigger.

Xia Qing pinched a cold sweat for him, and said with a cold face, "You are my patient, you are not responsible for your own body, I still care about my reputation." ”

Pei Zhengyang looked at the little fat man and smiled, "I have my own measure." ”。

Xia Qing had a calm face, what does he call being measured?