He Is Warmer Than Time

Can family members not be anxious? What kind of sin has been suffered, this has been hurting, the palace mouth has not been opened, what can be done?

The child of Song Xuan was born more painful than Song Ran. Song Ran’s palace mouth opened very quickly, but Song Xuan opened her ten fingers and pained for more than ten hours. From two o’clock in the afternoon to three o’clock in the morning, she finally Was sent to the delivery room.

Yang Haitao and Song Ran entered the delivery room together to accompany the delivery.

This is also what Song Xuan requested. They are the two most important people in her life. They must be by her side at critical moments.

When the palace entrance was opened, the child was born. After fourteen hours of pain, finally, the young master of the Yang family was born.

Song Xuan screamed hoarsely and was already mad. The nurse held the child to her and smiled: "Congratulations, I gave birth to a big fat boy."

Yang Haitao, a man of seven feet, couldn't help but shed tears at this moment. He quickly grabbed Song Xuan's hand and kept wiping tears: "Xiao Xuan, thank you for your hard work, thank you for your hard work."

The nurse held the child and said to Yang Haitao: "The family members will come out with us. Let's take the child to clean it and take it back later."

Yang Haitao couldn't worry about Song Xuan, and Song Xuan said weakly: "Go, there is Xiao Ran here."

In the delivery room, Song Ran took Song Xuan's hand and wept with joy: "Sister, finally... I was born safely, and I will be fine in the future..."

Song Xuan smiled weakly: "Yeah, I finally have a child with Haitao and me."

After the doctor finished the treatment, Song Xuan was pushed to the ward. Not long after, Yang Haitao returned with the baby.

Song Ran tucked the little quilt, looked at the crumpled little guy inside, and smiled gently: "Sister, looks like Yang Haitao."

Yang Haitao sat next to Song Xuan with the child in his arms: "Does it look like me? Where is it? It's crumpled, how beautiful I am."

Song Xuan stretched out her hand and gently beat his leg: "Why does Lao Tzu dislike his son's ugliness?"

Yang Haitao said again: "Well, it's still like me. If it's like you, it won't be so ugly."

The little guy in his arms babbled and cried.

Song Xuan struggled to sit up, Song Ran quickly helped her, Song Xuan stretched out her hand: "Hug me, you are unreliable."

Yang Haitao worried to see her: "You just finished giving birth, can you do it?"

Song Xuan insisted: "I had a good birth, and there are no scars on my body, it's okay."

Song Xuan hugged the child in her arms and coaxed softly, those who were overwhelmed by maternal love, at this moment, looked so gentle and unbelievable.

Song Ran cuddled beside the bed and whispered, "Sister, have you chosen the name of the child?"

When it came to this, Song Xuan couldn't help sighing: "He took it, you ask him."

Yang Haitao said triumphantly: "It's called Yang Guodong, the pillar of the country, how about it, not bad?"

Song Xuan helped her forehead and glanced at Song Ran. Song Ran chuckles: "Song Xuan, what is your look? Are you dissatisfied with this name? I think it's pretty good, Guodong, the pillar of the country, and much Righteous name?"

Song Xuan gritted her teeth: "Why isn't your family called Gu Guodong?"

Song Ran: "Gu Jingxing's father's name is Gu Weiguo, and the Chinese character is collided. It's not easy to use."

Song Xuan's eyes lit up suddenly, and she turned to look at Yang Haitao: "My dad's name is Song Guoqing, and our son's name is Guodong. That's not so good."

Song Ran was stealing amusement from the sidelines. Oh, she finally asked her sister to find a reason not to call Guodong.

Yang Haitao frowned on the side: "That's a pity, the name Guodong is really good."