There was a clear warm current flowing through his heart, and his small and delicate face was like a piece of transparent glass, reflecting his state of mind.
This girl is like a piece of glazed jade.
Long Canghao became overjoyed unconsciously, with an excited smile on his face. He held the little person in his arms very carefully, as if she was a porcelain doll and could not be touched.
At this moment, Mo Zhuyue faintly woke up, and what caught her eyes was Long Canghao's extremely cautious face.
There was still sweat on her forehead, and a weak smile appeared on her face.
"Cang..."
Long Canghao shouted, carefully walked to Mo Zhuyue's side, and stretched out the infant child in front of Mo Zhuyue.
"Yue'er, look how beautiful she is, just like you."
Mo Zhuyue burst out laughing: "The one I gave birth to is not like me but looks like a monster."
"Bah, bah, bah!"
Zhou Yixin happened to walk in at this time. When she heard Mo Zhuyue's inappropriate metaphor, she immediately turned down her face.
There is a woman there who says her daughter is a monster.
Mo Zhuyue lowered her eyes in embarrassment, but her eyes showed no sign of what she was thinking. No one among these people knew what happened to her in the Temple of Heaven.
Qingqing is the owner of the numerology beads. To say she is a monster would be an understatement.
But now she is her child after all, and she is only a little older. If she talks too much, she will only get scolded.
Long Canghao pinched Mo Zhuyue's smooth nose lovingly.
"You're such a bad motherfucker."
He said Mi Tai's words, but in his heart he couldn't bear to leave. But with his mother-in-law standing beside him, looking like she wanted to teach Mo Zhuyue a lesson, he was even more reluctant to leave.
So, I just kept saying curse words.
"that is."
As expected, Zhou Yixin's voice of disgust came.
Mo Zhuyue was ashamed. She smiled and smiled at Long Canghao: "Give me a hug."
Long Canghao obediently and carefully handed Qingqing to her. Mo Zhuyue took it and looked at the little baby in his arms, feeling a warm feeling in his heart.
In fact, she was still at a loss. Even though she had given birth to this child ten months into her pregnancy, she still found it incredible that she had become a mother.
"Qingqing."
Mo Zhuyue gently called the pink and jade-carved little baby, her face filled with peace.
Suddenly, the door of the room was pushed open, and a little kid with the same beauty and beauty rushed in.
"Qingqing, Qingqing!"
Xiaobai's body was like a gust of wind, unable to dodge quickly.
However, he forgot that there was a father here who loved his daughter very much. When he put his face in front of Qingqing to look at her, Long Canghao had already taken a step ahead of him and hugged Qingqing in his arms.
"Qingqing is tired, she needs to rest."
There was no smile on Long Canghao's face, and his whole face looked downcast, looking very unhappy.
To his daughter, Xiaobai is his enemy.
If Qingqing hadn't been born today and he was in a good mood, he would have kicked Xiaobai out.
Xiaobai looked pitifully at the swaddling clothes in Long Canghao's hand. His delicate little face was filled with grievances. He bit his lip and stood there, with tears seemingly still rolling in his eyes.
That appearance will make anyone who sees it feel heartbroken.
However, Long Canghao can't do it, and neither can Mo Zhuyue.