After Zhuang Yiman removed his fingers, his thin lips moved, and he confessed softly: "I love you and I love Zhouzhou." ”

"I love you too."

From the seventh month of Zhuang Yiman's pregnancy to childbirth, similar conflicts occurred several times, and every time Zhuang Yiman blamed himself extremely afterwards and took the initiative to apologize to Xiao Jinxuan.

Although Xiao Jinxuan felt helpless in his heart, he could only patiently comfort Zhuang Yiman, because Dr. Luo had told him that if a pregnant woman's mood has been very negative, it is very likely to suffer from prenatal depression.

He told himself countless times in his heart that this was the first child, and it was definitely the last!

He didn't want Zhuang Yiman to endure this kind of torment again, and he didn't want to have repeated conflicts with Zhuang Yiman because of this.

After enduring this for nearly three months, he finally waited for the day when Zhuang Yiman gave birth.

Zhuang Yiman's delivery process was much easier than when Chen Wanyao gave birth to her second child, and it only took less than an hour for the child to be born.

Rao is like this, Xiao Jinxuan outside the delivery room is still like an ant on a hot pot, frowning, and pacing back and forth nervously.

Nearly an hour was as long as a century to him.

When the door to the delivery room opened, he jerked his pacing leg to a halt and rushed forward with a brisk stride.

The nurse came out with Zhouzhou in her arms and smiled and congratulated: "Congratulations to Mr. Xiao, you are happy to have a noble son." ”

Xiao Jinxuan looked down at the little man in the nurse's arms, like glutinous rice dumplings, pink and tender, a small one, cute and overwhelming.

He didn't know whether to reach out to pick up the child first, or to bow his head and kiss the child first.

In order to hide the helplessness in his heart, he pretended to speak calmly: "Why is it so ugly, wrinkled like a bun." ”

Nurse: "......! ”

Sun Yaqin, who also came to see her grandson, was angry when she heard Xiao Jinxuan's evaluation of her little grandson, she reached out and slapped Xiao Jinxuan's arm, and was disgusted: "Did you talk like that?" Don't hug your son yet? ”

"Oh."

Xiao Jinxuan knew that he wanted to hug his son first.

He stretched out his hand and carefully took the boat in the nurse's arms, and when he looked down at the little guy in his arms, his eyes were unconsciously moist.

He couldn't help but bow his head, kissed Zhouzhou on the forehead, and said softly: "Zhouzhou, welcome to you." ”

As the words fell, he looked up at the nurse and asked, "Where is my wife?" ”

"It's going to be sent out right away."

"Okay, thanks."

"You're welcome."

Xiao Jinxuan handed the child to Sun Yaqin beside him, and advised: "Mom, you send Zhouzhou to the ward first, I'll wait for Yiman here." ”

"Yes, okay."

Sun Yaqin stretched out her hand to take her son, and went to the ward with the rest of the Xiao family.

Xiao Jinxuan waited outside the delivery room for a while, and finally saw the nurse push Zhuang Yiman out.

She lay weakly on the push bed, with a faint smile on her red lips.

Xiao Jinxuan lowered his eyes and looked at her, reached out and pulled a strand of hair on her cheek behind her ear, and said softly: "Xingxing, thank you for your hard work." ”

Zhuang Yiman's eyebrows and eyes were slightly curved, and his voice was slightly teasing: "Congratulations on your old man." ”

Xiao Jinxuan couldn't help laughing.

In fact, he is only thirty-one years old, and having a child at this age is not considered an old man at all, but compared with other friends around him, he is indeed a late father.

Therefore, Zhuang Yiman often ridiculed him for being an old man.

The nurse pushed Zhuang Yiman back into the ward, and she went to the ward with strong spirits and looked at her son before falling asleep.