Master Lu, Come On

Outside the delivery room, the heavy rain stopped.

"Wow

Crying suddenly came out, Ning Qifeng stood against the wall, heart hard to draw down.

"Born, born!"

Ning's mother stood up excitedly and said, "Oh, it's hard to have a baby."

Soon, a nurse came out, "family, give me the child's clothes and quilt!"

Ning Qifeng walked over with an arrow. "Nurse, how's my wife“

”Mother and son are safe. They came out after the observation“

As if a meteor rushed up, "Dong", hit the heart hard, Ning Qifeng's hand was very tight, and the sweat on his back was wet again.

It's good that mother and son are safe.

In the delivery room, Tang Jiajia had collapsed. She lay in bed and felt like a soaked fish, wet from inside to outside.

Next to him, his newly born son was crying at the top of his voice. Tang Jiajia looked up and saw only his small arms and legs. His hands were tightly clenched and powerful,

After the simple cleaning, the nurse took the child over and said, "Mrs. Ning, this is your son!"

Tang Jiajia looked at it with hope. In an instant, her expression changed. "Is this really my son?"

How ugly!

It's not just the face. The skin is wrinkled together. It's black and red, as if it's still molting,

It's kind of... Hard to say.

She didn't see little Lu Chen when she was born. It's been a few days since she came back. The baby will look much better if it grows a little longer.

I thought her child would not be amazing, but it would not be so bad. But I once thought that it was such a look.

It's really

She was suddenly a little suspicious of life.

The nurse saw so much that she knew what she was thinking at a glance. She held the child and said with a smile, "just a child is like this. If it's long, it will be very good-looking in the future!"

Tang Jiajia has collapsed, and has no strength to speak. She just reluctantly raises her lips and smiles, which is a response.

When the doctor finished the follow-up treatment and observed for a while, she was pushed out with her son.

*

Outside the delivery room, people were very upset. They didn't say anything, but their eyes were staring at the door.

Finally, the door opened, and the nurse pushed Tang Jiajia out. The child was put at the end of the bed, wrapped in small clothes, and sleeping soundly with her eyes closed.

"It's worked out!"

Everyone gathered around him. After seeing Tang Jiajia, he picked up the child.

Ning's mother hasn't held a child for a long time. Looking at her grandson's soft body, she didn't dare to do it for a while. At last, Xue Wanqing picked up the child, coaxed her and sent it into her hands carefully. "I'm getting used to it slowly, and I'll get used to it later."

When people look at the child, they praise him again. Ning Qifeng sweeps his eyes. Does this child really have something to do with what they say?

Although the production was successful, Tang Jiajia also suffered a lot. At this time, she was lying with a pale face and her hair soaked in sweat. She looked a little embarrassed.

Ning Qifeng came close to her, held her hand and gently kissed her. Her voice was full of heartache. "Jiajia, it's hard“

Confused, Tang Jiajia felt that someone was talking in his ear, but he was sleepy and couldn't wake up. He just felt that the voice was reassuring.

....

Tang Jiajia woke up in the evening.

She just opened her eyes, Ning Qifeng followed, "wake up?"

"Well..." she tried to speak, only to find that her voice was very dry. Before she said it, Ning Qifeng brought the cup over, inserted a straw in it, gently lifted the person up, and said in a warm voice, "slow down."

Sipping a little water, she looked around, "where's the baby?"

"I've just had my milk and I'm sleeping. I'll take it."

In the second and third trimester of pregnancy, the young couple went to the nursing course. They knew the basic nursing knowledge. Ning Qifeng held the child, but he didn't seem to be in a hurry.

"You see."

The child just drank the milk and was sleeping soundly with his eyes closed. He didn't know what his parents were talking about.

"Start the wind..."

"Well?"

Tang Jiajia hesitated, "do you think this child... Is not like us at all?"

Although she was born in October when she was pregnant, she didn't recover from her appearance after a sleep.

"Don't think about it. It'll be the same in just a few days."

Having learned from Lu Zhan's experience, Ning Qifeng was a bit surprised when he saw the child at first sight, but he didn't say a word to avoid being taught.

Anyway, he is his own son. Even if he dislikes him, it can't be too obvious.

"Xiao Chen was beautiful when he was born!"

Tang Jiajia wanted to make a circle of friends, but after looking at the children, forget it.

"Chen Chen, it's been a few days since you met him. It's different from when you were just born."

When little Lu Chen was born, Cheng Junhao was there. Later, he told Lu Zhan how he saw his son in the group. When Ning Qifeng looked at his son, he could understand Lu Zhan's feelings at that time.

This kid... Just grow up safe.

*

The Ningjia family is a mixed family. Many people come to see her on a happy occasion. On the first morning, Tang Jiajia didn't get a wink, so she was forced to open the business all the time. It was not until noon that she stopped.

Ning Qifeng saw that she was affected, and her eyes sank. When she was discharged, no one came.

After three days, Tang Jiajia clamored to be discharged. After asking the doctor, Ning Qifeng went through the discharge procedures and went home with his daughter-in-law and son.

The Ning family has invited two Yuesao to take charge of Tang Jiajia and her children. When they come back, the bedroom has been rearranged. Tang Jiajia sits on the bed and looks around,

"Qifeng, is that a bit exaggerated?"

In itself, the bedroom of two people is very spacious, but now, with the addition of a baby bed, there are many scattered small things, and the children's things account for half, which makes it a bit crowded.

Ning Qifeng frowned, "it's not a baby room. Why do you still put it here?"

Yuesao replied, "this is the old lady's order. She said that the child just came back and definitely didn't adapt. It's better to sleep with her mother for the time being at night. When she gets used to it later, she will go to the baby room."

"These things are all put here for the convenience of taking care of them. When the children get older, they will move them away together."

Tang Jiajia said with a smile, "that's your son. Can't you put it?"

"... No."

Ning Qifeng looks at his son sleeping peacefully in his crib and feels that his authority at home in the future may be threatened.

He said something and forced himself to calm down. Forget it, it's his own son. Should he bear it or not.