911. Chapter 911 Fool, I never thought of leaving you 2
It was rare for Chenxing to see Nan Baihao looking confused and nervous. He couldn't help but laugh: "If it's not your son, who else could it be?"
These men, why do they always have such serious and silly expressions when facing a baby?
Nan Baihao was so excited that his heart almost jumped out of his chest. Finally his eyes fell on his son's face, but he frowned: "Why are you so young?"
Subconsciously, the same question as Gu Shaocheng appeared in his mind: Can he survive?
"It's a premature baby."
Nan Baihao opened his arms openly and stretched out a pair of arms full of the aftertaste of gunpowder smoke. His hands shook violently twice before hugging the baby. Chen Xing reminded from the side: "Side hug, yes, that's it."
It was an experience that couldn't be described in words. The little thing in his arms was his Nan Baihao's son, the flesh and blood of him and Huan Huan. Nan Baihao's eyes suddenly became moist.
This son has invested so much of his emotions. From the moment he learned that Huanhuan was pregnant until now, he has been in fear every day, fearing that Huanhuan, a restless woman, would hurt the baby in her belly by playing Taekwondo at home, and also worried that Huanhuan would have a pregnant belly.
Will suffer from depression... In short, there are all kinds of worries, all kinds of caution, all kinds of care, and now... Now his son is finally in his arms.
son.
son.
Such a fresh term, there is a soft warmth in my heart, spreading throughout my body.
"Haha, brother, look, my son is my Nan Baihao's son." He looked up at Gu Shaocheng, and he couldn't hide the showoff in his mouth.
Tears rolled down his cheeks uncontrollably.
Cried with joy.
Really crying with joy!
Gu Shaocheng smiled and nodded: "Yes, your son, hold him tightly and don't fall; no, don't hold him too tight, it will hurt him."
He said tight at one time and not too tight at another, which made Nan Baihao's hands tremble more and more, "Brother, tell me, does he miss me?"
"The face shape is like yours, and the eyebrows are also like yours." Gu Shaocheng cooperated with him and showed jealousy, envy and hatred. That expression was very helpful to Nan Pakhao.
"Where's the mouth and nose? Does it look like me?"
"My mouth is not like yours, but like Huanhuan." Gu Shaocheng responded to his questions one by one, empathizing with his brother's joy of becoming a father for the first time.
The envy and blessings in his eyes were naturally revealed.
Chenxing sat back next to him, holding his hand. He lowered his head and met her eyes.
Then, he lowered his head, and his slightly cool lips fell on her forehead.
Finally, he hugged her waist, and the two of them looked at each other and smiled, but neither of them spoke.
"Chenxing."
"Um?"
"I love you."
Naturally, I said this sentence not to flirt, but to express my true feelings.
Seeing Huanhuan and Baihao's happiness, he locked onto his woman even more tightly, imagining when he and his beloved woman would have this moment. He longed for that day to come, but was also afraid that that day would never happen.
When it doesn't come, his fingers interlock with hers one by one, and he repeats, with sadness in his heart: "I love you."
She smiled with bright and white teeth, leaned against his generous chest, and whispered softly: "I love you too, Shaocheng. In the future, I will also give you a lovely baby."
"Are you really willing?" After knowing my illness, are you still willing to say such a thing?
She nodded seriously: "Yes."
After thinking for a while, he added: "Shaocheng, after we are out of danger, I have something to say to you."