Lan Shao's cute and playful wife

Chapter 552 Fanwai Qinran VS Baiwanene (1)
He took Mo Chen over. Mo Chen wrapped in swaddling clothes was small and soft, only the size of a cat. Lan Zhongwen held his breath and looked at him quietly.

Lan Mochen also stared at him. Although Mo Chen couldn't see him, his habitual movements were exactly the same as Lan Zhongwen's.

Maybe it's a consonance connected by blood.

Or maybe Lan Zhongwen likes children very much.

Lan Zhongwen looked at him quietly, with a doting look in his eyes.

Jiujiu watched from the side, giving birth to a very strange feeling, as if the same person was divided into one big and one small, and then the two looked at each other, that kind of tacit understanding of blood and bones.

"It's not just the two of them bullying you, but also me." Yu Xi came in from outside the ward, wearing a peaked cap on her small head, with blond hair and blue eyes, at first glance, she thought it was a doll.

He quickly ran over, squeezed onto the hospital bed and looked at Mo Chen. Mo Chen's eyes were as black as a ball of black ink. Yu Xi was startled, and he reached out and poked his eyes involuntarily, "Huh——"

Mo Chen also didn't know how to close his eyes at all, and just stared blankly with his bright eyes open.

At the very moment, Jiu Jiu grabbed Yu Qin's little hand, and Jiu Jiu was taken aback, "Yu Qin, how could you poke my brother's eyes?"

"No, I just think his eyes are weird and I want to touch them." Yu Qin was also taken aback, and admitted his mistake naively.

"Really? You can't poke my brother's eyes. He was just born. He is a very, very fragile baby. Just touch it lightly. Don't hit him. Touch it gently like this. Do you know?" Jiujiu showed him a demonstration, and lightly touched Lan Mochen's cheek.

"I see." Yu Xi's voice was crisp and clear, Queque stretched out his hand eagerly, and touched Lan Mochen's cheek lightly, with a tender and charming smile, "My brother is so soft and beautiful."

"Such a small mouth is so sweet, it's amazing, Mo Chen, hey, why are you alone? Did you come here by yourself?" Jiujiu said, looking at the door of the ward, why is there no one?

"Yes, I ran over here first, and they should be here too." Yu Qin said and straightened his peaked cap, "Cousin, is my hat beautiful?"

Children will always show off their new toys and clothes with red fruits, and Yu Chen is the same. He is only three years old, and he still has the innocence that children should have.

"Beautiful, who bought it for you?"

"Father." He was extremely proud. Just at this time, Yi Jialan and Yu Xun walked in from outside the ward, and Lu Ying and Qiao Mo also came. They were already a couple at this time, with rings on their ring fingers.

Yi Jialan domineeringly threw a red envelope to her, "Jiumei, congratulations on getting out of the misery of pregnancy, this is for you."

Jiujiu took it with a smile, "Thank you, auntie."

Lu Ying also sent her own red envelope with a seductive smile, "We, the husband and wife, also come to offer our hearts, take it."

"Thank you, Xiaoying." Jiujiu smiled and couldn't even find her eyes.

"Since everyone has given out red envelopes, how can we miss the couple?" A coquettish smile came from the door, and everyone turned their heads away, only to see An Cen with winking eyes and Qin Chu with a cold face approaching.

An Cen got a little fatter, especially at the waist, which was slightly protruding. Presumably she was also pregnant.Jiujiu took her red envelope and squinted at her with a bit of malice, "Sister Cen, have you also stepped into a miserable pregnancy life?"

"Hmm." An Cen admitted generously, "It's been more than five months, does this belly look okay? I don't think it's very big."

"Fortunately, it's about the same as I was then."

The wives here were chatting, and the men over there were also gathered together. The concubine took Mo Chen to sleep, and Yu Wei stood beside the crib and looked at Mo Chen. In terms of seniority, Lan Mochen was his. Nephew, this little nephew is very beautiful, he likes it.

Six people came to the ward at once, and the atmosphere was quite lively. Everyone hugged Lan Mochen in turns, and kept praising him for his beauty. Call him ugly."

Everyone was enlightened, and they all laughed and chatted. I don't know who proposed to take a family portrait together.

All agree.

The people here are all from the same school at the time, and it would be a good thing to take a photo as a souvenir.

Everyone sat around the hospital bed.

Jiujiu was reclining on the hospital bed, holding Lan Mochen in her arms, facing the camera, her smile was bright and gentle.

Lan Zhongwen sat beside her, his eyes were as bright as the sky and the earth.

Yi Jialan has bright red lips.

Yu Xun's eyes are harmless and pure.

Yu Qian has blond hair and blue eyes.

An Cen winked like silk.

Qin Chu's face was cold.

Lu Ying has profound facial features.

Qiao Mo is personable.

The confinement wife presses the shutter of the camera, and the picture freezes.

In the photo, these people have grown from teenagers to the mature appearance they are today. Jiujiu looks at the camera, replaying the past scenes...

Life is hard and long, and things that go against our wishes are always too much and too long to be melancholy.

Life is short, and what you get and what you want to cherish must be returned in the end.

Simply taste the ups and downs in life over and over again, otherwise how dare you say that I still want to be by your side after Qian Fan is gone.

All the memories linger in the atrium, but turned into a soft, soft "boy, my boy."

End.

The first time Qin Ran and Bai Yuen's names overlapped was on the list of high school reunions.

That day, Qin Ran had just ended a depressing relationship, and the other party said on the phone, "Let's break up, Qin Ran."

The voice is silent.

Holding the phone, she hummed lightly and hung up.

Qin Ran is a notoriously cruel woman. Friends who know her have commented on her like this. Whether it's a conflict with her boyfriend, a cold war, or a breakup, she acts as if nothing happened, always indifferent.

With her mood that day, it was not suitable for her to go to the class reunion, but since she agreed verbally, she had to go to the appointment.

(End of this chapter)