In the evening, pale golden sunlight shone into the room through the window.

It's only early March, and even with the sun, the temperature is still very low.

Now Zhao Cheng and Song Qing's room is very comfortable, on the bed, on the ground looks soft, very suitable for maternal cultivation. At this time, it has been seven or eight days since Li Song gave birth to a child.

However, because of the injury to the body, Song Qing couldn't get up in the first few days, but the past two days have been better, Song Qing has been able to get off the ground by himself, and he can walk around the room with the child in his arms.

Song Qing's fetal milk is very sufficient, perhaps because Song Qing's daily oil and water are too good, and the child can't finish it.

Yes, the child Song Qing was personally fed. The nurse prepared by Zhao Cheng in advance did not come in handy. In ancient times, when a woman from a rich family gave birth to a child, she was fed by the nurse, but Song Qing didn't like this.

My own son must be fed by myself.

At first, Song Qing may be a little uncomfortable and embarrassed, but he quickly got used to it, it is normal for a mother to breastfeed her child, and motherhood dictates it.

At this time, Song Qinggang had just breastfed the child, and now he was leaning on the head of the bed and holding the child lightly.

"Good."

"Baby."

"Look at me, look at me."

"I'm Mom."

"It's worthy of being born by me, and I feel like my heart is going to melt, it's so cute. This skin, this little face is so white. ”

"Wow, and spit bubbles."

Song Qing really suffered a crime when she gave birth to this child, but now that she sees her son so cute, she suddenly feels that the pain is worth it.

The newborn child grows up very quickly, one day at a time, under the breastfeeding, very energetic, and now it looks a little white and fat.

"Baby, it feels like you've grown flesh."

Feeling that his fingers were being held by the child's hand, Song Qingxin was an instant soft mess.

When Zhao Cheng walked into the room, he saw such a warm picture. The pale golden sunlight shone on the side of the bed, and the gentle woman at the head of the bed held the child and coaxed it gently, her face looked so bloodless, but she smiled so gently.

His footsteps paused, and the corners of his lips unconsciously raised.

Seeing Zhao Cheng walk in, Song turned his head to look at him, and then smiled at him.

"You're here."

"Well, are you feeling better?" Zhao Cheng said as he approached Song Qing and sat down beside her.

Song Qing: "It's much better, lying on the waist, so get up and sit with the child." ”

"Well, don't be too tired."

Zhao Cheng then put his eyes on the child, and through the quilt, he reached out and patted it gently.

His son was quite well-behaved, eating and sleeping and eating, occasionally waking up for a while as he is now, and then going back to sleep. Of course, there are times when you cry, such as when you pee or in the middle of the night.

Speaking of which, Song Qing discovered a very strange phenomenon, that is, from the birth of her son to the present, the third master has never held the child once, and he has not even touched the child's hand. Only occasionally do this by gently patting it through the blanket.

It's kind of weird.

Obviously, Song Qing can feel that he loves his son very much, so why has he not held the child once since his son was born.

Thinking of this, Song Qing hugged the child and approached Zhao Cheng slightly, with a suspicious face, "I found that since the birth of the child, you have not hugged him once, and you have not even touched the child's head or small hands, do you not like your son?" ”

Zhao Cheng lowered his eyes and looked at his son silently, how could he not like him.

Zhao Cheng reached out and gently wrapped his arms around Song Qing's waist and wrapped the mother and son into his arms.

"Madam, how can you think so?"

Isn't that piercing his heart?

It's not that he doesn't want to hug, but he doesn't dare.

"It's too hard for my husband, and my body is too angry, it's not good to hold him."

Although he didn't want to admit it, as it was, he now had a wife and children, and he wanted to believe it if he didn't believe it.

When did this man be so cautious.

She remembered that he should be the high-minded and domineering Prime Minister Zhao Cheng. But he did this because the mother and son believed it.

"What nonsense, what life is too hard, nonsense, I don't like to hear it. Before, you also said that there is a master who gives you a life, and you will be lonely for the rest of your life, but don't you still marry me, and now we have a son, with our mother and son with you, how can you die alone. ”

Song Qing said that without waiting for Zhao Cheng to speak, he continued to add: "And the third master of my family is so good, he must be favored by God, do you know the protagonist?" Even if you go through hardships, you can still walk to the peak of life in the end, and become a winner in life, this is the halo of the protagonist. Of course, don't think about it, you can only have me in this life. ”

Listening to Song Qing's comfort, Zhao Cheng's hand around her waist tightened, and only she would think so. Zhao Cheng was in a mixed mood.

The feeling of being warm in my heart lingered, and when a thousand words came to my mouth, I just called her softly.

"Ma'am."

Leaning lightly on his arms, "So, don't say such things again in the future, my son and I will always be with you." ”

Yes, forever.

At this time, Song Qing naturally didn't think that there were some things that she couldn't do if she was willing.

"Isn't our son cute? I feel like yours in my facial features, and this gene is really powerful. ”

"Eyes like you."

"Are you comforting me?"

"Ahem, he's still young, he can't see anything."

"Hey, hey."

Song looked up at him lightly, "Do you want to hug the child?" You haven't even hugged him yet. ”

Zhao Cheng: "It's still ......"

"Don't do it, you are his father, so naturally you should hug him." Song said softly, sat up straight, and put the child in his arms into Zhao Cheng's arms.

For the first time, Zhao Cheng stretched out his hand stiffly and hugged his son very lightly. So small, so light, he didn't dare to use force.

Looking at the son in his arms, Zhao Cheng smiled silently.

This is his son, the only blood he has in this world. has a wife and children, and he has a home after all, and he is no longer alone, like five duckweeds.

"Baby, your father is hugging you, Gao is not happy." Song said lightly, looked at Zhao Cheng and said with a smile: "How is it?" There is no feeling of soft-heartedness. ”

Zhao Cheng: "Hmm. ”

Isn't it?

As long as he sees their mother and son, his world is bright.

Next, Zhao Cheng sat quietly on the edge of the bed with the child in his arms, while Song Qing was as usual when it was time to change to eating.

Pregnant women can't eat indiscriminately, so Song Qing's three meals a day in confinement are basically chicken soup, pork rib soup, pheasant soup, pigeon soup, bird's nest porridge, snow lotus porridge...... In short, many Song Qing can't be named, and three meals a day are not the same.

A small table was placed on the bed.

At Zhao Cheng's suggestion, there were a number of food points on the table in order, all of which were the kind that Song Qing could eat, and they smelled very fragrant.

(End of chapter)