His wife is so sweet

Chapter 1832
"Qiqi, wake up. Don't you like children the most?

I promised to accompany you when you gave birth, and now I am here, you wake up and give birth to our baby.

Momo kept shouting about being lonely, wanting a little brother or a little sister, you have to give birth to our child to be his companion, right? "

Zhan Qianyan squatted on the side of the delivery bed, pressed Ling Qi's soft palm to his cheek, and held it firmly.

The soft palm was slightly cool, like the temperature lost in Ling Qi's body.

Zhan Qianyan couldn't help but clenched his fingers, and leaned his face close to her cheek and rubbed it lightly.

The deep voice is unprecedentedly gentle and uneasy.

She had to wake up as soon as possible, otherwise not only the child would be in danger, but she herself would also be in danger.

"Qiqi, it is said that giving birth to a woman is a matter of life and death, shall I cross it with you?
So many things have happened since you got pregnant, we didn't even check if it was a boy or a girl.

Originally, I thought it would take another month to meet, but now it seems that it will be earlier. Are you ready to be a mother?

It's okay if you're not ready, I'm ready, I want to see our baby, I guess a girl, as beautiful as you. "

"It's a boy, as handsome as you."

The finger on the face moved, and Ling Qi's weak voice sounded.

Joy flashed across Zhan Qianyan's face, and he hurriedly raised his head to look at her.

Ling Qi's face was still pale, but there was a weak smile on the corner of his lips, and tears ran down the corners of his eyes and fell on the pillow, "How are you?"

"I'm fine. I promised you to be with you when you gave birth. I won't break my promise."

Zhan Qianyan smiled lightly, and raised his hand to wipe away the tears from the corners of her eyes, "We will have a daughter this time, and a son next time, can we make up a good word?"

He wanted a daughter, a daughter as soft and lovely as his Manman.

Ling Qi let out a chuckle, stretched his abdomen, restrained himself a little weakly, but still had a smile on his face, and said angrily, "Which boys and girls are in your hands?"

"As long as it is born by you, I like both boys and girls."

Zhan Qianyan leaned over and kissed her on the cheek.

Ling Qi twitched the corners of his mouth, giving him a smile.

Seeing her wake up, the doctors and nurses who delivered the baby also breathed a sigh of relief, busy preparing for the delivery.

Birth is a grueling process.

Obviously the pain has reached the extreme, there are waves of cramps below the abdomen, and the frequency of the pain is getting stronger and stronger, but the doctor always says that the time has not yet come.

I can finally give birth, and the strength in my body has long been exhausted in waves of pain.

Fortunately, the driver bought brown sugar and millet porridge.

Zhan Qianyan fed Ling Qi two sips of millet porridge, and went to fetch boiling water to dissolve the brown sugar and feed it to her.

After drinking millet porridge and brown sugar water, Ling Qi felt that the lost strength in his body regained a little, and he gave birth to the baby in one go.

"Congratulations, you are a daughter, both mother and daughter are safe."

The doctor held the child upside down, rubbed his palm on the child's face, wiped off the amniotic fluid, and stretched out his finger to pick out the phlegm in her mouth. He breathed a sigh of relief, smiled and announced the good news, and then handed the child to the nurse to take a bath. Heavy.

After giving birth, Ling Qi felt that the strength gathered in his body dissipated with the departure of the child. He only had time to catch a glimpse of the blurry shadow in the doctor's hand before falling asleep.

"Qiqi..."

Even though he had made all the preparations before, Zhan Qianyan was startled when Ling Qi fell into a coma after giving birth, so he hurriedly called her softly.

(End of this chapter)