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After Qiao An finished giving birth, it was already dawn, and she moved to the ward, and she fell asleep from exhaustion.

The people who were called by Lu Jinnian in the middle of the night were relieved to see that the mother and son were safe, and left one after another.

Xu Jiamu was the last to leave, and before leaving, he ran to the crib and glanced at the little rice cake that had just been breastfed and was sleeping with his eyes closed.

The little rice cake seemed to realize that someone was looking at him, and his head shook slightly, and then he smacked his lips and grinned very slightly, revealing a smile that was not a smile.

Xu Jiamu looked at such a picture, couldn't help but bend the corners of his lips, smiled and smiled, Xu Jiamu's eyes became a little trance.

He stared at the little rice cake for a while, and then quietly exited the ward.

There was a snow last night, and it hasn't stopped until now, and the whole world is covered in snow.

Xu Jiamu took out a cigarette from his pocket, lit it, stood next to the car and smoked it, letting the snow fall on his shoulder.

The little rice cake was born, and he became an uncle...... He should be happy, in fact, he is really happy, but I don't know that in the end, he will become even more sad.

Because he looked at the innocent face of the little rice cake, he thought of the child who had been taken away by Song Xiangsi in his mind......

If that child is still around, I'm afraid it's more than eight months pregnant...... In another month, it will be like a small rice cake, croaking to the ground...... Then, they can grow up together, and he, ah, can take the two of them to the playground......

Thinking about it, Xu Jiamu's eyes flushed red.

What is he whimsical about? The child has been taken away by her, and she, the people, he and her, as he said that day, have nothing to do with it from now on, really have nothing to do with it.

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Qiao's father and Qiao's mother received a call from Qiao Anxia early in the morning, knowing that Qiao Anhao was born last night, Qiao's mother cooked ginger soup from the kitchen and carried it to the hospital.

In the afternoon, Qiao Anxia, Zhao Meng and the assistant came over again, and it was not until the evening that the ward quieted down, leaving only Lu Jinnian Qiao Anhao and Xiao Nian Cake and a family of three.

There are many friends in the circle on WeChat, I don't know who put it on the Internet, and soon the news that Lu Qiao and his wife were happy with their precious son spread all over the Internet, and it was also on the first hot search.

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In Seattle, USA, it's eight o'clock in the morning.

The bright sunlight shone through the gap in the curtains, hitting the European-style bed, and happened to fall on Song Xiangsi's eyes, her eyebrows frowned, her long eyelashes flashed twice, she opened her eyes, raised her hand by inertia, covered the sun, and sat up lazily.

Song Xiangsi touched the ipad thrown aside, and before he could open any software, he saw a message pushed on Weibo: Lu Qiao and his wife are happy to have a precious son.

Song Xiangsi's lips moved slightly, and then she clicked on the news, and saw a photo in her eyes: a big hand holding a small hand.

That big hand, slender and small, the "Eternal Heart" on the ring finger scorched.

Song Xiangsi simply glanced at the content of the news, and when she saw the words "mother and son are safe", the corners of her lips raised slightly, she lifted the quilt and got out of bed, her figure was still very slender and slender, but she had a big belly.