After Qiao Anhao gave birth, it was already dawn and moved to the ward. She fell asleep deeply when she was exhausted.

The people who were called by Lu Jinnian in the middle of the night were relieved to see the mother and son safe and left one after another.

Xu Jiamu was the last one to leave. Before leaving, he ran to the crib and looked at the little rice cake that had just eaten milk and was sleeping with his eyes closed.

Xiaoniangao seemed to realize that someone was looking at him, her head shaking gently, then smacked her lips, grinned her lips very subtly, revealing a smile that was not a smile.

Looking at this scene, Xu Jiamu couldn't help but bend the corners of his lips. As he smiled, Xu Jiamu's eyes became a little dazed.

He stared at the little rice cake for a while, then quietly left the ward.

There was a snow last night, and it has not stopped until now, and the whole world is covered in silver.

Xu Jiamu took out a cigarette from his pocket, lit it, stood beside the car and sucked it, letting the snow fall on his shoulders.

Xiao Rice Cake was born and he became an uncle... He should be very happy, but in fact he was really happy, but he didn't know that he would be even more sad in the end.

Because he looked at the innocent face of Xiaonianbao, he thought of the child who had been taken away by Song Xiangsi in his mind...

If the child is still there, he may have been pregnant for more than eight months now... In another month, he will be born like a little rice cake... Then, they can grow up together, he can take them to the amusement park...

As he thought about it, a circle of red appeared in Xu Jiamu's eyes.

What was he whimsical? The child had been taken away by her, and the man had left. He and her, as he said that day, had no connection from then on, and there was no connection from now on.

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Qiao’s father and mother received a call from Qiao Anxia in the early morning. They knew that Qiao Anhao had given birth last night. Qiao’s mother cooked ginger soup and took it to the hospital.

In the afternoon, Qiao Anxia, ​​Zhao Meng and her assistant came over again. It was not until the evening that the ward became quiet. Only Lu Jinnian and Qiao Anhao and Xiaonian family of rice cakes were left. At this time, Qiao Anhao had a gap. While feeding Xiaonian and breastfeeding, he took a photo of himself shaking hands with Xiaonian and posted it on his Moments.

There were many friends in the circle on WeChat, but I don’t know who posted it online. Soon, the news that Lu Qiao and his wife had a happy son spread throughout the Internet and became the top hot search.

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It is eight o'clock in the morning in Seattle, USA.

The bright sunlight penetrated through the gaps in the curtains and hit the European-style bed, which fell on Song Xiangsi's eyes. Her eyebrows frowned, her long eyelashes flashed twice, then opened her eyes, raised her hand inertia, covered the sunlight, and sat up lazily.

Song Xiangsi touched the ipad thrown by her side, and before she could open any software, she saw a message on Weibo: Lu Qiao and his wife were happy to have a son.

Song Xiangsi's lips moved slightly, then opened the news, and saw a photo: a big hand holding a small hand.

That big hand was slender and small, and the "eternal heart" on the ring finger was shining brightly.

Song Xiangsi glanced at the news content briefly. When she saw the four words "Perfect Mother and Child" and said, the corners of her lips were slightly raised, and she lifted the quilt and got out of bed. Her figure was still very slender, but she had a big belly.
Chapter completed!