The obstetrician looked at Song Ci and only prescribed three fingers.

Even if you want to give birth to a baby, you still have to wait until the end of your fingers, at least for a few more hours.

The obstetrician carefully reminded: "You still need to wait for a while, you can use the midwifery ball, and giving birth requires a lot of physical strength, so prepare some high-calorie foods to prevent the labor from running out. It is best to prepare some

Serve some chocolate."

chocolate?

Song Ci caressed his belly and patted it gently, with a feeling of pampering in the glory of motherhood, and a trace of gratitude.

She glanced at Huo Muchen, her smart eyes full of longing.

Huo Muchen seemed to be stunned, listening to the doctor's instructions carefully. After the obstetrician finished speaking, he calmed down and said, "Xiao Ci, you are about to give birth."

His big palm caressed the top of Song Ci's hair and said sympathetically: "Don't be afraid, I will be by your side."

"Mr. Huo, you are always distracted today. In fact, I am really fine. I am just hungry."

Song Ci raised his body up, but other than having a big belly, which was a bit inconvenient, he didn't have any major reaction.

Huo Muchen suddenly picked up Song Ci, Junyi's eyebrows were full of uncontrollable distress, the arms holding Song Ci were tight, and even though the air-conditioning around him was restraining, it could not cover up his arrogant coldness.

Song Ci was carried into the delivery room, and Grandpa and Jing Lianxi all caught up with him.

"Xiao CiCi, how's it going?"

Grandpa also held a camera in his hand and filmed every scene of Song Ci's birth.

Song Cichong winked at the camera and said cautiously, "I'm fine. Grandpa, do you want to take a picture of me with the camera?"

Grandpa explained: "Yes, we will film the process of giving birth to little Mumu. When he grows up, you can show it to him."

Jing Lianxi also explained beside him: "Yeah, don't worry about Xiao Ci. Mu Chen also took this photo back then. I still remember what he looked like when he was born. He was wrinkled and looked like a little old man. I was scared at the time.

I wanted to throw him out, thinking that I am also one of the most beautiful women in Pingcheng, so why would the child be so ugly after birth? I cried for a long time after giving birth."

Huo Muchen's unruly face was full of cold air, and his face was as dark as the bottom of a pot. He cast his eyes on Jing Lianxi and his grandfather, "Ms. Jing, you were not good-looking even when you were born."

Jing Lianxi: "..." Huo Muchen said quietly again, "Grandpa said it himself."

Jing Lianxi turned to her grandfather abruptly, "Dad, did you say this before?"

Grandpa hesitated and changed the subject, "It doesn't matter whether you talk about it or not. What matters is that you have grown into a beauty now.

Today is the day when Xiao Cici gives birth to a baby, let’s see Xiao Cici give birth to a baby.”

Jing Lianxi: Humph! Huo Xishen, who had been following him, quietly hugged Jing Lianxi's waist when no one was paying attention, and whispered to him, "She's not ugly. In my heart, my wife is the most beautiful."

.”

Jing Lianxi glanced at her, "I know I'm beautiful, so an old man like you is not worthy of me, so get out!"

Huo Xishen was pushed away by Jing Lianxi, but he still followed closely.

Song Ci was carried into the delivery room and sat on the edge of the ice rink, with her two slender calves dangling from the edge of the bed.

Her big deer eyes were full of expectation, and she grabbed Huo Muchen's clothes and said, "Huo Muchen, our baby is about to be born."

Huo Muchen naturally knelt beside the bed, and his warm fingertips vigorously kneaded Song Ci's slightly swollen calf with just the right amount of force.

"Well, Xiaoci, don't be afraid, I will always be by your side."

"Why am I afraid?

It’s not too late to be happy.”

Song Ci lowered his head and looked at Huo Muchen, who was carefully squeezing her legs.

Huo Muchen also said softly, his voice showing uncontrollable nervousness, and his voice trembled slightly: "Yeah."

Even after saying this, the labor pains came again after a while, and the little girl's porcelain face gradually showed a pale look, tears rolled in her eyes, and her deer-like eyes were wet, poking straight into the heart of the heart.

Huo Muchen's eyes were filled with understanding, and there was an undercurrent in his dark eyes.

At this moment, he even felt that his life could be left to the little girl.

"I'll stay with you and stay with you forever. We'll just have this baby, and we won't have any more babies from now on."

He suddenly began to ramble, and his eyes fell on Song Ci softly, with uncontrollable pity.

Song Ci touched her stomach. After the burst of pain passed, the hair on her forehead was all wet, revealing a sense of fragmentation and fragility. She propped herself up beside the bed, her beautiful brows slightly embarrassed, and her big black eyes filled with innocence.

She replied with a soft voice: "Huo Muchen, just give birth to one child. I'm afraid you will be laughed at by your cousins. Our Tang family's tradition is to have two children. Will they say you are not good enough?"

Huo Muchen's eyes suddenly darkened, he moved his lips and responded coldly: "No, they don't dare."

Song Ci stuck out the tip of her tongue. When the labor pain hit her again, she couldn't hold it up and lay in Huo Muchen's arms.

"Huo Muchen."

"Yeah, I'm here."

"Huo Muchen."

"Well, I've been here."

"Huo Muchen, Huo Muchen..." "Xiao Ci, I'm here, don't be afraid, be good."

"Huo Muchen, it really hurts."

Song Ci's forehead was covered with cold sweat, and he lay limply in Huo Muchen's arms, "I can feel him moving around in my belly all the time. It really hurts..." The soft little girl's tone was filled with tears.

, even her voice became softer, "I want to eat."

Huo Muchen hugged Song Ci, lowered his head and placed kisses one after another on her white forehead covered with cold sweat, trying to soothe the trembling cold caused by the labor pains of Xiao Ci, "Xiao Ci, what do you want to eat?"

"chocolate."

"Okay, I'll have someone prepare it."

"Really?"

"real."

After hearing this, the pain in Song Ci's body immediately eased a lot, and he jumped out of bed with a bang, which scared the blood on Huo Muchen's face and faded a bit.

She took Huo Muchen's arm and walked out, "Then let's go shopping together! Anyway, the doctor said that only three fingers were opened, and ten fingers were needed to give birth. Let's go to the supermarket and he won't fall out halfway.

"

Huo Muchen raised his head and said, "You lied to me?"

Song Ci had a lump in his throat. After a few seconds, he quickly shook his head like a rattle and said, "No, I really didn't lie to you. It hurt a lot just now, but it didn't hurt too much after a while. We can take advantage of the different conditions.

That’s when I bought all the chocolates.”

Huo Muchen narrowed his eyes and said in a low voice, "No, I won't agree."

Song Ci immediately shivered, "Why?"

"Have you ever seen a pregnant woman who was about to give birth? She went to the supermarket and waited until she was about to give birth."

Huo Muchen retorted, his voice rising unconsciously, "Song Ci, you..." "Me?"

"You, you are going too far!"

Huo Muchen pointed at Song Ci with a finger, a little helpless, his eyes full of tears, revealing the grievance he could bear, "It's better that I just live!"

Song Ci was confused, "Do you want to give birth?"
Chapter completed!