In the senior obstetrics and gynecology private room, Yan Mubei watched the nurses go in and out, and after they settled down the mother and daughter, he staggered forward.

There were still blood and sweat stains on his body, but he didn't care about it at all. He reached out and gently stroked his wife's forehead, his eyes were gentle, and a gratifying and doting smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

"Wife, thank you for your hard work." He lowered his head and kissed her cheek, then his forehead, and finally fell on her lips.

He pressed it down deeply, kissed it heavily, and let it go reluctantly.

Lin Qianqian, who was still in a weak state, replied with a deep smile: "It's easier than when I was born in Colin."

As she talked and laughed, she lowered her head to look at the little daughter in her arms.

Red and plain skin and wrinkled look, lying there sleeping quietly.

She raised her fingertips and gently stroked her little nose, feeling that her little daughter was so petite and delicate.

"It looks the same as my brother when he was born." Lin Qianqian was very moved, her eyes turned red, and she cried and laughed.

Seeing her daughter reminded her of the difficulty of the past.

It is precisely because of the difficulty that she felt that what she is now is valuable.

Now she has both children and a husband who loves her, and she has no regrets in her life.

Yan Mubei bowed his head and kissed her again, loving her infinitely, then moved to her daughter's little head and kissed her with a force that was too light to be more light.

Such a fragile and petite little life seems to be able to be broken with just one force.

The small ball of flesh was about to move under his kiss, and his clenched fists were pulled upwards.

It happened to pass by Yan Muruo's chin, and the soft touch made Yan Muruo's heart instantly softer.

"Yan Zinuo, my little lovely person." He gently touched her fist with his index finger.

Even if it was just a finger, it felt thicker and more terrifying than her small fist.

She is too young, so small that her heart is trembling.

The little baby called Yan Zinuo opened his eyes slightly, glanced at her father, moved his little mouth and fell asleep sweetly again.

That look is so cute, interesting and charming.

Yan Mubei, who had never experienced the magical birth of life after the arrival of the child, felt that he could not see enough.

He looked at his daughter giggling, and then looked at his wife and kissed him. Anyway, he is so stupid now.

Lin Qianqian was not less moved than him, but she had experience as an experienced person, at least she looked normal than Yan Mubei.

The couple accompanied their daughter, chatted for a while, and then the nurse took the baby away.

After all, I am still young and can’t stay in adults for too long. I will stay in the nursery room for a day before I can stay with my mother and wait for slowly growing up.

Yan Mubei followed the nurse and watched the child put it in the nursery room.

There are many newborn babies there, about ten or eight, and his little Zinuo can be seen through the glass window.

There were also two prospective fathers standing beside him, each of whom had the same expression, and he was stupid.

After watching for a while, Yan Mubei turned back to find his wife.

Lin Qianqian was sleeping soundly, and Colin didn't know when he came, and sat seriously beside the bed and looked at her mother.
Chapter completed!