The wind that entered the confinement center, disinfected, changed into the clothes of the confinement center, and her long hair was grabbed by her left hand at will, and her right hand turned a few times, and a pen was inserted and tied.

Perfect without a trace of long hair is left, Lin Yuxing's eyes are so handsome!

I want my real name to reach that pair of hands.

The wind groaning with the hair pulled up is a little more gentle and less harsh. The three people in the back were also put on a protective suit and followed behind to take a look.

"Wow——- wow———-"

"Please don't cry, what the hell do you want!"

"Don't worry, I'll just hold her and coax, it's okay, don't worry."

A somewhat broken woman's plea, a reassuring reassuring voice.

The cry of the baby is mixed in with it, and it gradually becomes the main theme, dominating the emotions of a room of people.

The supervisor, who was carrying the wind moaning, knocked lightly on the door and asked if he needed help.

The confinement sister-in-law, who was holding the child, said to the supervisor with a plea for help with a look of seeing her relatives: "Sister Li, you try to coax it." ”

Sister Li looked at her gold medal confinement sister-in-law, and instantly understood that this was a child who was not easy to coax.

Normally, it is best to bring babies in confinement, and they spend most of their time sleeping.

"I'll hug you."

Sister Li disinfected first, and after disinfection, she hugged the baby, babbling and coaxing, walking rhythmically, and swaying slightly.

"Wow———"

The child's cry gave the answer, and it was not good to coax.

"Isn't there something uncomfortable? Do you have a doctor? “

The mother who was confined in bed had red eyes and was anxious to get out of bed.

"I'll try."

Feng Yin spoke, still disinfecting first.

Sister Li really had no choice, so she handed the child to Fengyin with the attitude of giving it a try.

"Be careful."

"Don't worry."

In Sister Li's worry, Feng Yin hugged the child, clapping one hand gently, and humming an unknown tune in a soft voice.

It's soft and warm, as if you're wandering in a hot spring, your eyelids are a little heavy, and you want to sleep.

Cheng Yanqiu shook his head suddenly, looking at the people in the room who felt a little confused, but he quickly came to his senses.

The first time she came to her senses, she looked at Feng Yin, and her eyes were full of words: She is so powerful.

The baby gradually stopped crying, his little mouth was sobbing, and his eyes were gradually closed.

The whole room was quiet for a second, and my breathing was subconsciously light.

Feng Yin carried the child to the crib, and when he put it down, he touched the child's bedding with one hand, but the child did not put it down.

She continued to hold the child, looked at Sister Li and asked, "Is there surveillance in this house?" ”

"There is no maternity house, there are other places, what's wrong?"

Feng Yin walked to the child's mother with the child in her arms and placed the child beside her.

"Your own quilt?"

The child's mother was still immersed in the joy of the child finally falling asleep, and nodded casually and said yes.

"There's a needle in the quilt."

"Impossible!"

The child's father exclaimed, and the child's mother couldn't believe it, how could it be?

But in the next second, both of them looked at Yuesao suspiciously.

The confinement lady immediately waved her hand and shook her head frantically.

"It's not me, how many years have I been working here, how can I do such a thing, besides, you brought this quilt yesterday, and you only changed it this morning."

The confinement lady pointed out, and the child's father walked over first, one hand sliding around the quilt.

"Shhhh

There really are needles!

The sharp stinging sensation made the child's father fall into the ice cave.

This quilt was made by his own mother.