In the hospital, He Xiyan was still lying on the hospital bed. She was pregnant in October and gave birth in one day, and she used up all her strength, and she didn't even have a voice to speak at the moment.

From time to time, she looked at the little baby in the arms of the confinement sister-in-law, her son, a 7-pound baby.

"Auntie, bring it over and I'll take a look." Her voice was as thin as a mosquito's groan, but Aunt Yang still heard it.

She carefully placed the baby next to He Xiyan.

He Xiyan turned her head, and soon the baby's small face appeared in front of her eyes, the baby has not yet grown, and the skin is red, but even so, it can be seen from the basic facial features that this must be a delicate facial features, beautiful and cute baby. The baby woke up, he clenched his little fists tightly, his eyes kept on the ceiling lamp, his eyelashes were long, blinking from time to time, very cute.

"Miss He, your baby is really beautiful and cute, he must be like his father when he grows up, tall and handsome, he must be a heartthrob." Aunt Yang, who has been a sister-in-law for many years, said nice things when she opened her mouth. It's just that the word "Dad" in her mouth pierced the woman in front of her like a needle.

He Xiyan pursed her lips bitterly, she woke up her nose, and forced the tears that were about to fall in her eyes.

She knew that this aunt had misunderstood.

Her baby has no father, and his blood father is having their big wedding with another woman, and even their son is a month older than her baby.

But she will love her baby very much, and give her the lack of fatherly love to her baby.

Ye Hao bought porridge and some fruits.

He set the fruit aside and took out the freshly boiled eight-treasure porridge.

"Eat something and don't faint again." He sat on the edge of the bed, carefully lifted the woman up against the head of the bed, and his eyes fell on the haggard, bloodless face, which made his heart ache.

He scooped up the porridge from the bowl with a spoon and handed it to the woman's mouth like feeding a child.

"Eat it." He commanded her, and there was more elusive emotion in his eyes than distress.

Even he didn't notice it, and he didn't know when he felt so sorry for this woman.

He Xiyan ate the porridge fed by the man, she blinked, the corners of her eyes turned sour again, and under the light, there was a hazy layer of fog there.

She opened her mouth and ate everything he had fed.

When she was at her most vulnerable and helpless, it was this man who had known him for less than a year who was with her. He never asked her for anything, but he was always silently helping her.

"What are you looking at?" Ye Hao pursed his lips, a little embarrassed to be stared at by the woman, but his heart was warm, although that child was not his son, and he had always hated this unborn child before.

But when the child really arrived, he found that he was not so annoying, and even thought that the little doll was very cute, which aroused the unactivated fatherly love in his life.

After feeding some more porridge, he covered He Xiyan with the quilt and turned to stare at the little baby in his aunt's arms.

I don't know how to give birth to such a small one, so hard.

"Give it to me!" He stretched out his long arm.

Aunt Yang pursed her lips and smiled, and carefully handed the baby to the man in front of her, who was 30cm taller than her.

"Xiaobao, dad hug."