In the cradle, a familiar little face came into view - a pink and tender face, a small round bean-like nose, and a light pink birthmark the size of a nail on the forehead...

Isn’t it the son who is worried about flowers and worried about day and night?

"My son..." Huaduo burst into tears when she saw the lost child. She snatched the child and cried very aggrievedly, "Mom finally found you, baby, you scared your mother to death..."

Xiao Zhou and Zhou Xilong saw the flower and recognized the child, and they knew that the child belonged to them. Several people looked at the child excitedly, their eyes full of pampering and pity.

"Duoduo, stop crying. You are still in confinement. You can't cry. Come, give me the child. You sit down and take a break..."

Aunt Zhou was anxious to hold her grandson, but she couldn't blatantly go to Huaduo's arms to grab the child, so she found an excuse and reached out to Huaduo's arms to hold the child.

It’s so easy for the flower to get the child back, so why do you want to hold it and let it go? She hugged the child tightly and retreated repeatedly.

"I'm not tired, let me hug you, I want to take a look at him..."

While crying, she kept kissing the child's little face.

Xiao Zhou lowered his head and looked at his son with deep affection - such a small one, he could hold it up with a slap. At this time, the little guy was sleeping quietly, like a little angel, and his heart was melting...

He couldn't help but bent the corners of his mouth, and there was tenderness in his eyes...

Zhou Xilong, who had always been serious, couldn't hold back when he saw the child, and the joy and pampering in his eyes were almost overflowing.

"Well, this kid is not bad, exactly the same as his father when he was a child. Look at Fanghua, even the birthmark on his forehead is exactly the same."

Zhou Xilong pointed at the child's forehead and introduced to his wife in surprise.

With this birthmark, even if there are no flowers to recognize each other, the old couple can recognize that this is their child.

Because other people's children cannot develop birthmarks that are exactly the same as their sons. The birthmarks are not only the same shape as Xiao Zhou's childhood, but the position of the company leader is not bad.

However, as their son's birthmark grew lighter and shallower, and finally disappeared completely. I believe that the birthmark of their eldest grandson would have such a fate in the future...

When Aunt Zhou saw the birthmark, she couldn't stop smiling, "It's not so much, look at it, it's exactly the same!"

Because the flower hugged the child tightly and did not let go, Xiao Zhou and his parents didn't have the chance to hug the child, so they could only gently poke his little face next to him or touch his little head to express their love for him.

Huaduo cried with the child for a while, and her emotions gradually stabilized. She raised her head and saw Uncle Zhou and Aunt Zhou looking at the child with a eager look. She couldn't help but feel warm and handed the child in her arms over.

"Uncle, aunt, you can hug him too..."

"Oh, hey..."

Finally, they got the right to hold the child. Zhou Xilong and Tian’s wife stretched out their arms at the same time, wanting to hold their eldest grandson.

However, seeing that the other party wanted to hug him, the old couple paused at the same time, as if they were to give in to each other.

Just as they paused, Xiao Zhou had already reached out and picked up Chiang Chiang and hugged her in his arms.

The moment she hugged the child, Xiao Zhou's heartbeat accelerated. This was his son, his only son, the inheritance of his bloodline and the continuation of his life...

He looked at the little dumpling in his arms that was sleeping so hard that he couldn't help but lower his head and kissed the child's forehead.

This little thing became the master of his life when he saw him, and made him love him to the core at once, as if he was willing to die for him.

Maybe it’s the nature of family affection. Anyway, after holding the child, Xiao Zhou never wanted to let go.

Although Zhou Xilong couldn't bear to snatch the child with his wife, he was willing to snatch the child with his son.

Seeing that Xiao Zhou was holding the child and not letting go, he stretched out his arm and ordered directly.

"Hold the child for me for a while. You are clumsy and have never held the child before. What should you do if you throw him off?"

Xiao Zhou flashed lightly, avoiding the big hand that his father reached out, and still staring at his son, "Who said I have never held a child? Isn't Yaoyao the one I have been holding since I was a child?"

"Can that be the same? Yaoyao can walk and speak when she arrives at our house. This little guy is still a little Yueke. If you miss him or fall him, it depends on what you do." Zhou Xilong continued to stretch his arms, which was very meaningless to let go if he couldn't hold the child.

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Chapter completed!