Emotions are contagious. When the doctors and nurses in the maternal and child hospital suddenly became nervous and excited, even the security personnel who were guarding the entrance of the hospital building and didn't know what was happening on the road building were all frowned under the overall atmosphere of the hospital, and their work attitude became very serious. The senior entertainment journalists who had been in the hospital for many days were worthy of the title of the uncrowned king. With this little clue alone, they guessed the truth.

On May 1, 2009, International Labor Day, the sixth day of the whole country's continuous shift transfer before the Golden Week. At 5:01 pm Chinese time, just as Su Tang was pushed into the delivery room, today's entertainment page headlines had already been released on the Internet.

A certain Yi took the lead in all media and logged out huge fonts on the homepage

"Here! The most popular pregnant woman in the world this year, Weibo goddess Su Tang is in childbirth!"

The following text has less than 30 words.

But in just 30 words, it attracted millions of clicks in less than half an hour, and there were so many comments that almost squeezed out the server of Yi.

...

"Husband, if I have any accidents later, you must save the child..." When the outside world was in a turmoil, Su Tang was possessed by the opera singer in the delivery room of the Maternal and Child Health Hospital, and grabbed Qin Feng's hand with tears in his eyes and said the lines.

Standing at the end of the operating table, He Weirui, who was staring at Su Tang's opening between his legs, said calmly: "There is no need to be so separate from one's life and death. Your fetal position is very straight, and you've been anesthetized! You've given birth without pain, how can you be nervous?"

"It's not your birth! You're standing and talking without a pain in your back!" Su Tang was already hysterical at this time, and his energy and attention were all focused on his stomach, and his words were completely out of his mind.

He Weirui did not have the same knowledge as the mother, and said perfunctorily: "Okay, okay, I don't have a back pain when I stand, you have the most back pain..."

Su Tang still kept crying and said, "I don't just have a back pain, I still have a pain!"

"Two fingers..." He Weirui stared at Su Tang attentively and complained casually, "Are you confused? Where do you have eggs?"

Su Tangzhen replied with a sarcastic remark: "What do you know? I have two eggs in my belly now. This is called mother-son heart-to-heart! I feel so painful, can my son not feel pain? If my son feels it hurts, can I?"

The professor-level anesthesiologist next to him was impressed by Su Tang's logic and hurriedly confirmed: "I have added a dose to you. Do you still feel it hurt like this?"

Su Tang grabbed Qin Feng's hands and temporarily withdrew one.

She wiped the tears that scared herself, and finally gave honest explanations on the issue of big troubles and said, "It doesn't hurt, I just said it casually..."

The people in the entire operating room breathed a sigh of relief.

Su Tang suddenly turned to Qin Feng and said, "Honey, where is my phone?"

"Here." Qin Feng wore a mask on his face, a white hat on his head, and a surgical gown. Facing the request of three lives, Mo Dan refused to obey. He immediately took out the out-of-print apple 3g from his pocket, which had been completely discontinued and handed it to his wife who was full of thoughts of making trouble.

Su Tang took the phone, sniffed her nose, and said to the phone in the tone of taking the photo: "Siri, I want to take a photo..."

Everyone in the operating room: "..."

Adjust the angle, the flash of the phone lit up, Su Tang typing quickly, and posted the photo to a personal account with more fans than the official promotional account.

Anyone who had a cell phone in his pocket in his operating room heard the ringtones updated on Weibo at this time.

But only Qin Feng can free up his hand and take a look at what Su Tang had posted just now.

"Today is May Day. The results of my joint labor with Mr. Qin are finally coming out..." A photo of my hair rolling up, facing the sky, and putting on a hospital gown.

I have to say that even though the conditions for taking photos are so bad, Qin Feng still felt that the wife in the photo was so beautiful, and muttered: "Damn, I left 262 messages in 15 seconds... Nowadays, people only play on Weibo every day except eating and sleeping?"

"You can also play during meals..." Su Tang said, "Yangyang's phone has fallen into the hot pot twice..."

"Open 5 fingers..." He Weirui shouted at the progress and complained, "I have to take a photo when I have eaten. Have you never eaten enough since I was a child or what?"

"Uh... I often post photos of eating..." the young nurse who followed her.

"So too..." The anesthesiologist looked confused. At this important moment, she suddenly felt deeply confused about whether taking photos of her meals was a locomotion.

"It's open! It's open! It's ten fingers!" He Weirui suddenly screamed and raised his head, shouting at Su Tang, "You can use force!"

Su Tang was a little confused and asked, "What force should I use?"

He Weirui roared: "Eat as hard as shit!"

"It's so disgusting..." Su Tang said disgusted, but her body worked very hard. She took a deep breath and worked hard, and immediately felt the little guy in her stomach leaping out.

"Head! The head is coming out!" He Weirui shouted.

Qin Feng was stunned, holding Su Tang's hand tightly, and said in disbelief: "Ami, you are too professional to have a baby, and it is too efficient!"

"You said..." Su Tang didn't feel it hurt much, but she just couldn't help crying. "I will never be born again, I'll scare me to death..."

"Okay, okay, don't give birth, you have the final say..." Qin Feng said in a coaxing manner.

In a short while, Su Tang easily gave birth to the first baby.

He Weirui cut off the umbilical cord quickly and patted the baby's butt. As the baby's loud crying, she smiled and carried the baby to Su Tang's eyes, and looked at Qin Feng and Su Tang, "Look clearly, this person without Xiao Dingding is his daughter..."

Seeing her daughter's wrinkled appearance, Su Tang cried in disgust: "It's so ugly..."

"I said, please concentrate, there is one in your stomach!" He Weirui handed the eldest to the nurse, then quickly returned to his original position, urging Su Tang to pull the second child out as well.

Su Tang gasped and continued to work hard with sweat.

In less than half a minute, my son came out too.

After He Weirui handed the child to Su Tang for examination, Su Tang continued to dislike: "This is even uglier... is it a genetic mutation..."

Everyone in the operating room remained silent calmly.

The image of the goddess in their minds collapsed completely today.

The two children quickly washed and wrapped them up, weighed them, and were put back to their mother.

More than ten minutes later, Su Tang, who had everything been handled properly, was pushed back to the bedroom. It was only half an hour before she was sent to the operating room...

Di Xiaodi was not afraid and asked Qin Feng directly what he asked.

Qin Feng has always respected men who are handsome, so he politely asked: "First, of course, it has something meaningful, either to have some expectations for the children in the future, or to have some blessings for the children, or other meanings, in short, it cannot be casual. Second, it cannot be too remote, not to make people feel too deliberate, be friendly, and want the public. Third, it must be easy to read and write. In the future, children cannot learn to write their own names and they have to spend the best efforts. Fourth, it cannot be boring, it must be interesting, and it must be easy to remember. Fifth, it is better to be able to reflect a little cultural connotation, which is considered icing on the cake."

After Qin Feng finished speaking about the conditions, Di Xiaodi smiled slightly and said, "Goodbye."

Zhuge Anan rolled his eyes and left with Di Xiaodi.

Qin Jianguo said unhappily: "It is rare for such a cultured person to come here. Look, are you so angry that you run away?"

Qin Feng smiled faintly and said, "Haha."

Su Tang immediately maintained her husband and said, "Dad, what's the difficulty of choosing a name? It's all my uncle who makes trouble for me. Besides, you're the opposite. My Afeng is a doctorate, and Sister An'an's boyfriend is a bachelor's degree. Even if he graduated from Jinghua University, Qujiang University is not worse than Jinghua University. How can Afeng not compare to him?"

"That's to say!" Wang Yanmei also stood on Su Tang's side and condemned Qin Jianguodao, "What's the hard thing to give a name? You can pick it up. You are the child's grandfather, you have the final say!"

Qin Jianguo was low-key for half his life, and today he became high-profile, and immediately said, "You really don't say it, I really have an idea. Look, these two children were born on May Day? That happens, my granddaughter is called Qin Wuyi, and my grandson is called Qin Laodou. Look, it means meaningful, and easy to write and remember. What are the requirements for it? By the way, it's popular and friendly. Are all the conditions satisfied? Afeng, do you think so?"

"That's a big deal!" Wang Yanmei immediately got angry, "It's all the time and I still have such a name, and it makes people laugh at it when I say it!"

Qin Feng smiled and said, "But it's pretty good to be a nickname, Xiaowu Day, Xiao Labor..."

Wang An touched his chin and said, "There is something wrong with May Day. In ancient times, poor families only named them according to dates. Look at Zhu Yuanzhang and Zhu Chongba, right?"

Su Tang retorted: "Bad, does Zhu Qiqi's family have no money?"

Wang An didn't even care about his seniority and shouted: "Sister! That's right, Zhu Qiqi!"

"I don't care, I think May Day is good." Su Tang picked up his daughter on his left and teased, "Little May Day, my mother will call you May Day from now on... and my good little work..."

Wang An wisely gave up the argument.

Xie Yihan, who was holding his son Wang Shouren, smiled and said, "The nickname doesn't matter, and you don't need to register for a household registration. You can call it no matter how you call it. Why not call it Shihan and the boy called it Zirui."

"Don't." Qin Feng immediately objected, "Guoer and the others' kindergarten now have five or six Shihans and seven or eight Ziruis in one class, and there are too many names for the same."

"Then you say yourself, what should the child be called?" Qin Jianguo was impatient by Qin Feng.

Qin Feng had a long time ago, pretending to be a slap and chanting a poem: "The reeds are green and the white dew turns into frost, so-called beauty..."

He paused slightly, walked to the bed, and gently tapped his daughter Xiao Wuyi's little nose, "Qin Zaishui."
Chapter completed!