The reborn fierce wife is going to counterattack

Chapter 167
Depressedly waiting to be pushed into the delivery room, a man hurriedly appeared in Feng Huaying's sight.

At that moment, the dim light in the hospital, Feng Huaying only felt that the light was so bright that it was Ji Weihe who came!

He finally came.

Before she could say a word, Feng Huaying was pushed into the delivery room.

In the cold delivery room, Feng Huaying gritted her teeth hard and did not cry out in pain, but tears fell down in pain.

The tenth-level labor pain really deserves its reputation. Even Feng Huaying was trembling with pain all over her body, and she didn't know that her palms were pinched, let alone the all-steel handrails that were deformed by being grabbed.

Yizhou's winter nights are very cold, there is no heating pad, and there is no stove, and there is no warm clothes now, and she should feel cold, but Feng Huaying was sweating, and she seemed to see the steam bubbling vaguely.

Giving birth to a child is really an unbearable pain in life. She can feel the bones moving and the pelvis widening, as if someone is dismantling it alive. She trembles in pain.

This is more painful than killing with a blunt knife. It tortured her for hours, and the most important thing is that she/he has not been born for such a long time.

The tearing pain made her face hideous, but she couldn't make a cry, and she didn't have any extra strength.

With the last ounce of strength, she finally gave birth to the little one at six o'clock in the morning. She raised her upper body and fell back on the delivery bed, looking up blankly and thinking: I will never give birth again next time.

Giving birth to one will kill you.

"Mother and daughter are safe."

A little padded jacket was born!

The energetic Feng Huaying's eyes lit up for a moment, and she asked the nurse to bring the child over to show her, but who was the ugly little guy?
Not only is it wrinkled, but the skin is actually red and slightly purple, and there are fine hairs on the body, and there seems to be a layer of shiny things attached to it, which looks very weird.

The excitement when she heard her cry when she fell to the ground suddenly fell down. Was this really born by her?

It's really ugly.

Feng Huaying tried hard to recall the appearance of the two younger brothers when they were born, they seemed ugly too, but not so ugly, right?

Her impression was a bit vague, and she wasn't quite sure. The little guy seemed to feel the disgust from his mother, he pursed his mouth and began to moan, and immediately burst into tears.

With the penetrating power of that voice, Feng Huaying only felt that her eardrum was shaken and uncomfortable, and she was inexplicably worried about the future.

But seeing her cry so much, Feng Huaying's heart ached, and he reached out to hug her, but he didn't remember despising his daughter.

Not all newborn babies are like this. Looking at the bright red appearance, they must be very white and tender when they grow up. There are also those big eyes. Although they are not opened, it is conceivable that these eyes are not small. Long eyelashes are definitely a no-brainer!

The more I thought about it, the more I felt that my baby was growing up well, Feng Huaying smiled as an old mother.

Ji Weihe, who had been standing outside the door of the delivery room in a panic, listened to the movement inside with his ears up, but he heard nothing, and his expression became more and more anxious.

Mama Zhang and the others became impetuous after watching it, and it was useless to persuade them, so they stopped talking.

After waiting for a long time, they were so tired that they all leaned on their chairs and became confused. Only Ji Weihe insisted on standing at the door, keeping a high degree of attention, and the whole figure seemed to be wound up.

Ji Weihe's expression brightened when he heard the loud cry, and soon a nurse came out of the delivery room to show the baby to the family, Ji Weihe glanced at it hastily, then ignored it: "How is my wife? "

These were the first words he said when he came to the hospital.

"The parturient is fine and can be pushed to the ward in a while."

Zhang's mother and Cao Qingyong were also awakened, "Give birth? Ouch, she is so beautiful. These eyes and this nose are just like her parents."

Cao Qingyong stretched out his finger, wanting to touch it, but dare not touch it, fearing that he would accidentally poke it, and there was disgust on his face: "It's so ugly."

The nurse carried the child in again without saying a few words. Ji Weihe finally relaxed. Hearing Cao Qingyong's low voice, he looked over coolly.

Cao Qingyong's heart skipped a beat, he looked left and right but didn't look at Ji Weihe, what did he say just now?

He didn't say anything.

"Ah, what's going on?!" The nurse cleaning up the delivery room suddenly found that the handle of the delivery bed had turned into a piece of scrap iron, and she was quite frightened.

"It was fine before, why did it suddenly become like this?" She and her companion looked at each other in blank dismay, especially when they noticed that the piece of scrap iron could fit a hand: "It can't be..."

Before the words were finished, the companion understood the meaning: "How is it possible, she doesn't have that much strength, and this is not a sponge."

"But, who is it if it's not her? Did he see a ghost?"

There is no solution to this problem.

Feng Huaying, who was packed up and moved to the general ward, didn't know this. She tried to cheer up and talk to Ji Weihe, but in fact, her eyes could barely keep open now.

After this day and night, Feng Huaying was already tired and wanted to sleep.

Ji Weihe came in, didn't say anything, just held her hand tightly, the pain in his eyes was about to overflow.

Feng Huaying, who had just given birth, was pale and lying weakly on the hospital bed, which made Ji Weihe's heart twitch.

The feeling of being cherished made Feng Huaying feel very comfortable, and looked at him with bright eyes: "Have you seen the child, she is a beautiful little girl."

She herself doesn't care about men and women, and the concept of raising children for old age is not in her consciousness at all, but Ji Weihe really doesn't care as he said?
Only then did Ji Weihe seriously look at the little guy who was sleeping peacefully beside Feng Huaying.

At the beginning, all his attention was on Feng Huaying, and he didn't look at her carefully at all, but now he looked at her inch by inch, and his heart melted: "It looks like you, with eyes and mouth, but the eyes are bigger than yours. , the eyelashes are longer than yours, and the eyebrows are like mine."

Judging by his appearance, he undoubtedly likes his daughter very much. Maybe in the future, he will be a slave to his daughter. She should be the one, but why is she a little unhappy?

Like you, but everywhere is better than you. In this case, can she still keep her position in their family?

Feng Huaying was sour: "Of course, my daughter is like me. Is it okay to inherit my good genes? She also has eyebrows, so light that you can't see it at all. She doesn't look like you."

"Why not? Look at the eyebrow shape, is it exactly the same?" Ji Wei and the whole face were next to the little guy, lying there to make Feng Huaying compare how similar it was.

It's really childish, but it's true when you look closely. The little guy's eyebrows are basically in the same direction as Ji Weihe. When he grows up, he should also have sword eyebrows. She is a little worried. Is it not good for a girl to have a pair of sword eyebrows?
Before her thoughts diverged too far, Feng Huaying saw the little guy whining about to wake up, and quickly pushed Ji Weihe's face aside: "Don't get so close, you're going to wake her up."

Why didn't I realize that Ji Weihe's face was so big before, several times bigger than the little guy.

Without the oppressive feeling of the big face, the little guy fell asleep again after wriggling his mouth twice.

At this time, Mama Zhang came over with the pig's trotter and soybean soup that was boiled yesterday, "It's just right, let's have a meal before going to bed."

Last night, when Uncle Yang came back, Mama Zhang told him to pay attention to the heat, and brought the soup over in the morning. She didn't see Uncle Yang coming in the morning, so she went down to have a look, and it happened that he came with Master Liao.

Master Liao looked at the little guy, "Well, not bad."

Under his serious expression, he loved the little guy a lot, and stared at Ji Weihe like a warning: "Let me tell you, you can't belittle just because your niece is a girl, or don't blame me for taking the child away."

Feng Huaying watched Ji Weihe's bustle while drinking the bland pig's trotter soup. He had a backing at such a young age.

Ji Weihe: "No, Master Liao, don't worry, boys and girls are the same to me."

"It's better to be like this. By the way, have you named the child well?"

(End of this chapter)