Chapter 231 Xiao Xiaochen was born

Yun Shishi looked nervously on the bedside, looking at the pale face of the small milk bag, biting his teeth, and his heart was complicated.

She reached out and stroked the face of Fuyouyou, but the fingertips touched a piece of cold.

The poems of the clouds are frowning, and the heart is hurting.

It’s so cool, it’s as cold as there is no temperature.

Tears, I can't help but overflow my eyes, I can't help myself.

"Youyou..." She whispered his nickname, but she was like a mosquito, for fear of awakening him.

Mu Yazhe stood behind Yun Shi's poem and looked at the small milk bag on the bed. At that moment, the inexplicable suffocation.

When a man saw his own son who had lost his audio for six years, what kind of emotion should he be?

He only feels that there is something in his heart that is constantly surging. This kind of emotion is strange and warm, and it is difficult to describe it in any words!

He was not the first to realize that he was a father.

At the beginning, when the woman gave birth to Xiao Xiaochen for him, he was always calm, and he frequently made mistakes on the board of directors.

After the meeting, I rushed to the private hospital in Mujia, and took the baby who was still in the squat from the nurse. So little, a small head, a crumpled face, a pair of eyes tightly squatting, two small hands It is even difficult to hold one of his index fingers.

When he held the child in his hand, the child who had been crying for the moment stopped crying for a moment, his hands fluttered, hugged his hand, and his fingers contained his fingers, instinctively. Sucked up.

Mujazhe was teased by the child's interesting reaction, and the scorpion was dyed with joy.

At that moment, he thought that he was dreaming.

Is he a father?

There is no happy marriage, no beloved wife, he does not even experience the time of waiting and anxiety outside the delivery room like other men, as if he fell a little baby from the sky, he became a father, and he has A son!

At that time, he vowed to give this child a warm home.

Even if there is no mother in this family, he will be a good father.

The concept of Mu Yazhe's father is still on his father. But now, he became a father, but he felt a little dazed, unreasonable, complicated...

The first time I held the child, he stared at Xiao Xiaochen for a long time and seemed to work **** the child's face to find his own traces.

But the child is still so small, his face is crumpled, until the full moon, it can be seen faintly, the child's lips are like him, thin, well-defined.

When Xiaoxun was one year old, even the old man said happily, this child, like him seven or eight.

It is reasonable to say that the son should be more like a mother, a daughter like a father, but Xiao Xiaochen is very similar to him, even if it is a model, it is not excessive.

However, now, he is standing in the ward, looking at the blessing of lying in the hospital bed, the complexity of his heart, even more than six years ago, when he carefully held the little 奕 who was still crying in his arms. Mood, even worse.

When the first birth inspection report came out, Yun Shishi was pregnant with identical twins, and Mu Laozi listened to his mood. However, in August, she was born prematurely and learned that her brother was born without breathing and died. He didn't even look at the child's appearance with his own eyes, and he learned that the hospital had done the rest.

I was afraid that Mu Laozi would touch the scene, and he did not pursue it too much.

Until recently, he was surprised to learn that six years ago, the child did not die, he was shocked!

(End of this chapter)

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