Rebirth Seventy Little Spicy Daughter-in-law

Sheng Anning came to her senses just now. She had never seen what the child looked like. She wanted to get off the ground, but her legs felt too weak to move. She called Sheng Chengan: "Brother, hurry up and bring the child over, let me take a look."

"

Sheng Chengan hurriedly picked up one of them very carefully, and then carried two more.

The three little guys were waving their little hands and crying with their eyes closed. Because they were too thin, the skin on their faces was wrinkled together, making them very unsightly.

Sheng Anning had already prepared in her heart. After all, the three children would definitely be weak and not good-looking. She just looked at the big marks marked with black and blue ink on the children's foreheads and felt a little headache: "Brother, this is

That’s what you’re thinking, this color can’t be washed off at all, and it’s not good for children’s skin.”

Sheng Chengan was studying how to untie the baby's quilt and said nonchalantly: "It's okay. Newborn skin metabolism is fast. Otherwise, if the three of them look the same, can you tell the difference between the oldest and the second? And another important point, I heard this

There were a lot of people stealing and replacing children in those days, so I put a mark on my face so I can see at a glance whether our children have been replaced."

Come to think of it, he is quite smart, otherwise it would be too easy for him to make mistakes just by himself.

Sheng Anning couldn't laugh or cry, but she had to admit that Sheng Chengan's method was very good. He could indeed tell which of the three children was the eldest and the second at a glance.

The three children were crying anxiously, and the two of them were hurriedly trying to figure out how to untie the quilt to see if the child had pooped or peed.

While he was sweating profusely and tossing the child, there was a knock on the ward door, and the guard came over and said it was Sheng Anning's mother.

Sheng Anning looked outside and it was already bright. For a moment, she couldn't figure out whether it was morning or afternoon. The child was crying fiercely again, so she asked Sheng Chengan to go take a look.

When Sheng Chengan went out, he didn't see Cheng Mingyue. Instead, he saw the Zhou family's nanny first, carrying a basket. As if he was seeing a savior, he hurriedly greeted him: "Auntie, you're finally here. Come in and take a look. The children are crying.

Non-stop.”

The aunt trotted into the ward quickly, still nagging: "How can you young people know how to have children?"

After the aunt entered, Sheng Chengan looked at Cheng Mingyue beside her, looked her up and down, and saw with sharp eyes that Cheng Mingyue's blue scarf was still stained with ashes, and then glanced at Sheng Hongying who was standing behind her. She was not white in the first place.

After a while, my face also turned black and gray.

He smiled and said, "Did you also hear that An Ning was born?"

When Cheng Mingyue saw Sheng Chengan coming out, she felt a little scared. After all, the last time they met was very unpleasant, and she also said a lot of threats.

Now he was afraid that Sheng Chengan would stop him, so he quickly said: "I heard that An Ning gave birth, so I came over to have a look. She is still young and doesn't know how to take care of a child. Let me see if there is anything I need help with."

Sheng Chengan snorted and said expressionlessly: "That's right. After all, you are An Ning's mother. Did you just arrive?"

Cheng Mingyue was stunned for a moment, wondering why Sheng Chengan asked that. Before she could say anything, Sheng Hongying next to her said as if taking credit: "We arrived in the middle of the night, and we have been worried about it."

It was already too late for Cheng Mingyue to stop him.

Sheng Chengan seemed not to notice any problem and nodded: "That's really troublesome, but you should go back. An Ning needs to rest now."

Cheng Mingyue was a little dissatisfied: "The baby is crying inside. There are three babies. Can you guys be busy?"

Sheng Chengan sneered with a smile: "Yes, you should go back. By the way, if your son wants to go to school, then go back and wait for news."

Cheng Mingyue was a little unsure of what Sheng Chengan meant by the sudden expression of concern.

Sheng Chengan smiled again: "You go back first, I'm afraid An Ning will be unhappy when he sees you."

Cheng Mingyue's mind was spinning again and again, then she turned around and hurriedly took Sheng Hongying home. She felt that Sheng Chengan was willing to help them. After all, she was also Sheng Yutang's ex-wife.

Sheng Chengan squinted at the backs of Cheng Mingyue and Sheng Hongying, and smiled, hiding this little trick in front of him.

In the ward, the aunt looked at the three little ones side by side on the bed and kept exclaiming: "Oh my God, this is the first time in my life that I have seen three babies. Oh my god, they look exactly the same."

While checking the child's diaper neatly, he exclaimed: "It's amazing, my dear, he's still a son. This makes me cry."

Sheng Anning leaned on the quilt and watched her aunt change the children's diapers one by one, and then hugged and coaxed them. The three little guys immediately snorted and fell asleep again. It felt quite magical: "Auntie, aren't they hungry?

?Do you want to eat?"

The aunt shook her head: "It's okay. The three little ones were fed well in their mother's womb. They are not hungry now. They will know they are hungry when they will have milk tomorrow."

Sheng Anning saw daughter No. 3 with her small mouth open and yawned delicately. Her mouth was small and felt like it was not much bigger than a peanut. She was a little worried. Will she be able to breastfeed at such a young age?

The aunt took care of the children, took them to the other side to lie down on the small bed, and then gave Sheng Anning some chicken soup to drink: "The old man has been cooking it since you left, and he has been cooking it until the morning. I was going to come over a long time ago, but the family came again.

There were many New Year's guests, and I was afraid that the old man wouldn't be able to handle them all by himself, so I wasted some time. You should hurry up and eat something."

Sheng Anning drank a bowl of chicken soup and gnawed on two chicken drumsticks. After lying down, she felt as if she was exhausted. The nerves that had been tense all along were relaxed at this moment.

Zhong Wenqing also woke up. After waking up, he insisted on coming to see Sheng Anning, but refused to undergo surgery or infusion.

Zhou Nanguang had no choice but to help her over.

Seeing the three children on the bed, and then seeing Sheng Anning lying on the bed with a pale face and weak body, she couldn't hold back her tears. She went over to sit by the bed and held Sheng Anning's hand: "I've made you suffer. My body is not up to par. At this time,

Sick."

Sheng Anning understood very well and tried to smile: "Mom, don't blame yourself. The children are all fine. Although they are smaller, they are all healthy. Don't cry, but you must take good care of your health quickly, or I won't either.

I know how to take care of children."

Zhong Wenqing wiped away tears and kept nodding: "Yes, I can. I am in good health and I can take care of the child."

After crying for a while, I went over to see the children. Looking at the three sleeping children, I couldn't help but cry again. Maybe it was because I knew that my father was away and felt sorry for my mother, so the three children were particularly well-behaved.

Little No. 2 kept his eyes open and neither cried nor fussed. His eyes were looking around without any focus. His little hands struggled to stuff it into his mouth, but he was too stupid to put it in.

Zhou Nanguang also watched excitedly for a while and asked Sheng Anning: "Has the child's name been decided yet?"

[The author has something to say]

There are two more updates and it will be very late. Dear children, I would like to remind you that there is no such thing as changing the child or losing the child, because I can’t bear it myself.