"Aunt Yuan......"

Hearing the sound of the door opening, Mu Siyin thought it was Yuan Rollun, who had not come for two days, and when he looked up and saw that it was He Tingyu, the smile on his face disappeared in a second, and he subconsciously tightened He Shaochen in his arms. A small action invisibly revealed that she was afraid deep in her heart, she was afraid that the baby in her arms would be taken away by him.

He Xiao's gaze skipped over Mu Siyin's face and fell on the little guy in her arms......

The little guy heard the sound and looked at He Tingyu.

Facing his son's eyes, the cold breath between He Tingyu's eyebrows was a little less.

This is, his son.

is no longer as ugly as when he was born, and his facial features are very similar to him when he is opened, only those eyes......

Without pausing, he strode towards Mu Siyin and stretched out his arms......

……

Mu Siyin looked at the strong arms in front of him, his lips were pursed tightly, and he didn't let go immediately.

It wasn't until a cold gaze fell on her face from the top of her head that Mu Siyin slowly let go and let Nicholas He take the little guy in his arms away.

As soon as his arms were empty, Mu Siyin's heart was also empty.

stared blankly at the arms in the posture of holding the child, but the baby was not among them......

She really didn't dare to think about it, how could she be willing to give up after ten days......

……

Following the baby, watching Nicholas He carefully pick up his arms, his movements were very clumsy, the cold and hard lines were tighter, and the tense muscle lines of his arms were even more obvious, for fear that his strength would hurt the little baby in his arms.

He is tall, with strong arms, and appears to be even smaller.

The pair of eyes that looked like Mu Siyin looked at him, as if the smell was wrong, and the feeling of holding was not right, the little guy didn't like it very much, those eyes turned around, and turned back to Mu Siyin from He Tingyu's face.

The small mouth is one by one, the little face is biased like this, looking at the direction of Mu Siyin, he didn't cry, but his eyes seemed to explain everything......

Mu Siyin's eyes have been following Lele, and when he saw the little guy's eyes looking at him, as if he understood his eyes, his eyes quickly turned red, and he bit his lip hard.

She really wanted to carry the baby back according to her wishes, but he was in He Tingyu's arms, and she couldn't.

I could only look at him with reluctant and distressed eyes, and squeezed my hands hard.

He Tingyu looked at the picture of the deep love between mother and son, his brows slowly frowned, obviously it was his son, but he was extremely restless in his arms, waving his little hands, seeing that his mother was still not hugging him, his little body began to move restlessly, and the amplitude became bigger and bigger.

"Thirteen days to go."

He Shaochen did not cooperate, and He Tingyu was not skilled in holding the child, for fear of falling his son, he sat on the side of the bed and still held him.

When he sat down, he didn't look back, but reminded him coldly.

Mu Siyin breathed for a moment, looked at the little guy in his arms, and whispered, "I know." ”

Without his reminder, she counted the time every day......

His reminder only pierced her heart more......

He Tingyu didn't speak again, holding his son in his arms, who was obviously getting more and more restless, his small mouth moved, and his little hands waved, but his mother still didn't hug her.

He Shaochen, who doesn't cry often, was in a hurry, his mouth opened, and he cried out.

This crying hurt Mu Siyin's heart, forgetting that the other party was He Tingyu, and forgetting the fear of him in his heart, he immediately rushed to his side, and somewhat semi-compulsively took Lele into his arms from his arms, and gently comforted: "Be good, mom hug, don't cry, don't cry." ”

As soon as he was taken into his arms, the crying stopped abruptly......

Nicholas Ho: "......"