"Hard! Miss Song! ”

Song Wuyin held the handle of the operating table tightly and howled bitterly: "Ah! It hurts, it hurts so much, why hasn't this stinky boy come out yet, it hurts me to death! ”

"Do it with me, adjust your breathing, inhale first, exhale ......"

Song Infinity was sweating profusely, feeling the tearing of her lower body, and the pain was getting more and more, and the strength that once made her proud became more and more lacking, but she could only follow the guidance of the midwife and work together.

Stinky boy, can you come out quickly, it hurts her to death. Who says it doesn't hurt to have a baby?

It's purely a lie to my aunt, right?

In the delivery room, midwife Li Xin is leading the pregnant woman to do Ramazer labor breathing.

Ramazer breathing, a breathing method that allows women to focus on their breathing control during labor, thereby diverting pain, relaxing muscles moderately, and being able to maintain calm during labor and labor with confidence, so as to speed up labor and allow the baby to be born smoothly.

The attending doctor, Li Yaxin, was lowering his head, staring closely at Song Wuni's lower body, always ready to welcome the arrival of a new life, and encouraged: "Miss Song, see your head, ...... harder"

Song Wuji, who had already lost his strength, heard this, gritted his teeth, puffed up, contracted and exerted force, and gave birth to the stinky boy who had tossed her for most of the night.

Li Yaxin skillfully cut the umbilical cord, took out the bloody child, took care of the wound as soon as possible, wrapped the child with a cotton quilt towel, and smiled: "Born, born." Miss Song, congratulations, you gave birth to a cute little bean ding! It's so good-looking. ”

Seeing the first moment of the new life coming into this world, Li Yaxin felt that all his fatigue had turned into a wave of pride and joy.

The newborn child has bright eyes, bones and bones, and long eyelashes like a small fan, curled and thick.

"This little handsome guy, how can you do it without crying?"

Li Xin took the child, gently patted it on Xiao Douding's little fart, and a loud cry sounded in the delivery room: "Wow! Wow! Wow! ”

Song Wuyin was obviously tired, but she supported her tired body and looked at the child in her hand with blank eyes.

Li Xin skillfully carried the child in front of Song Wuyin in a standard child-hugging posture, and congratulated softly:

"Miss Song, look, your child's crying is really loud, it's really a healthy baby, congratulations."

Song Infinity hugged this weak and crying little life, and the blood was connected, almost softening her heart.

The willow eyebrows were curved, and the mouth curled up in a perfect arc, carefully examining every inch of the child's skin.

The corners of his mouth kept rising, but he was duplicitous, and his tongue was poisonous as always: "Tsk, why are you so wrinkled, and you still love to cry so much."

If you still cry, you will be called a crying bag in the future, you love to cry so much! ”

Diced beans: ......

I don't know if I understood my mother's words, or if it was really like what my mother Song Wuyin said, it was a crying bag.

Little Douding cried even more, "Wow! Wow! Wow......"

The chief obstetrician Li Yaxin has quickly left the delivery room and gone to another operating room, as a gold medal obstetrician and gynecologist, he only delivers one child a day.

And at this moment, when no one was paying attention, a petite nurse, who was skillfully debugging with a syringe, quietly came to Song Infinity's side, leaned sideways, and injected the needle into Song Infinity's body.

And this scene, as a midwife, Li Xin didn't notice it at all.

She was preparing the crib, and when she turned around, she only saw Song Wuji's eyelids going down, looking like she was going to sleep.

The effect of the medicine quickly took effect, making Song Wuyin feel sleepy for a while, and the hand that was still holding the child began to be weak and drooped.

I secretly complained in my heart: "Have a baby...... How could it be...... So sleepy? Thankfully, she only gave birth to one! ”

The little nurse quickly took the child from Song Wuwu's hand, lowered her head to Li Xin, and said, "Doctor Li, I will push the child and the mother back to the ward and nursery first, and have a good rest." ”

After giving birth, mothers generally have physical exhaustion. Li Xin was not suspicious and continued to clean up the mechanical tools in the operating room.

"Okay, then be careful."

"Got it."

The little nurse lowered her head, meekly put the child on Song Infinity's hospital bed, and pushed the child away with Song Infinity and left the operating room......

The whole hospital was in a state of busyness, but no one noticed that a sleeping woman and a baby were being held by a large man and a petite woman, leaving the hospital silently.

Song Infinity, who was in a coma, had been transferred to the hospital and left here.

"Ahh

Song Wuyin's fingertips felt a burst of pain.

Ten fingers to heart.

She subconsciously let out a groan of pain, feeling as if the strength of her whole body had been drained, her limbs were limp, and she was dizzy.

It was as if there were 100,000 bees bombarding his head, and he tried to open his eyes, but his vision was white and blurred.

Even the body could feel that he was bound to a chair with a thick hemp rope, unable to move.

"When you wake up, just raise your head, Song Infinity. Don't you wonder where you are? A piercing female voice with a pronounced change of voice sounded across from her.

"Who?!"

Song Infinity's vision slowly became clearer, from vaguely seeing the shadow of a woman sitting opposite to being able to clearly see who the woman sitting opposite her was.

A woman with a half-hideous vermilion mask sat opposite Song Infinity, on a luxurious sofa.

Next to it is a table with delicate fruit salads in tantalizing colours and bubbling champagne served in delicate tall glasses.

"Would you like to see your son?"

Song Wuni, who was originally quite calm, heard this, and immediately erected the hairs on his body, like a hedgehog defending his child, and shouted:

"What about my son? Give him back to me! Otherwise, don't toast and don't eat and drink, don't blame wait, I won't give you face? ”

The woman raised her hand and motioned behind her, and a tall strong man picked up a sleeping baby from the stroller next to her and respectfully held it to her hand.

"Yo Yo Yo, what a lovely child. You say, shouldn't you thank me?

If I hadn't drugged you, how would you have had a one-night stand with the president of the Moore Group? How could such a cute baby be born?

You say, Song Infinity, will he have a pair of envious hands and culinary talent like you? ”

Song Infinity's entire body was shaking violently, and his originally indifferent amber eyes were dyed scarlet, and word by word popped out of his mouth:

"So you drugged me! I said, who would be so kind. If it weren't for you, how could I have taken such a big advantage for no reason and still get out of the way.

Looks like you've helped me clean up a lot of my exposed hands and feet! Song Yu! ”

Song Yu showed a smile, took off his mask, like a spider in the night, stared at Song Wuzi fiercely, and said, "Yo, cousin, do you recognize me?"

What about the Soong recipe I want? Why don't you hurry up and give it to me?

I've been thinking about it for a long, long time. I want to keep the entire Song family firmly in my hands. It's a pity that grandpa's dead old man will still leave his inheritance to your family until he dies! Especially you! ”

Song Wuyin looked at the child in Song Yu's hand, like a fierce beast that was strangled in his weakness.

"Are you crazy? Song Yu! He's just a kid! If you want the Song family's recipe, come over and I'll give it to you. However, you can only come alone, and other people will come, I won't say! ”

Listening to Song Wuji's words, Song Yu's face became more and more gentle, while her hand was slowly caressing the baby's weak neck, constantly stroking.

Suddenly, slam the force!

There were bruise-purple pinch marks on the baby's tender skin, and the difficulty in breathing made the baby let out a faint cry, like a weak cat: "Wow! Wow! Wow......"

"Say it or not, it's up to you!"

This scene stimulated Song Wuyin, biting his lower lip, his eyes were scarlet, and he stared stubbornly and arrogantly at Song Yu who was pinching the baby's throat opposite:

"Song Yu, do you think that your little trick can make me succumb? If you don't let go of him, I'll bite my tongue and kill myself. I'm dead, I'll see where you got the Song recipe from! “

"You dare?! Slut! ”