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Chapter 249 Baby (16)

But the night mother doesn't want to worry about these things. They can take care of the young people themselves. She only needs to take care of her grandchildren and daughter-in-law, and leave everything else to her son.

They were born in vain, how could they not be enslaved more, otherwise, I would be sorry for being pregnant in October.

"……Um."

The family members have already arrived, and it is not suitable for Mo Mingye to be here again. Although he responded like this, it took him a long time to get up from the chair. Shi Shiran stood still, his starry eyes still resting on Su Xiaonian, Nostalgia.

"Doctor Mo, go and rest first. You've been tired all afternoon, so get a good night's sleep, so that if Xiao Nian has something to do, you'll have the energy to deal with it..."

Qin Ai also persuaded in the same way, seeing that Mo Mingye is so haggard, if he doesn't move out of Su Xiaonian, he won't go to rest.

Sure enough, after hearing such words, Mo Mingye obediently left. The moment he stepped out of the room, his footsteps paused, and at the end, he left a sentence: "If there is anything, please let me know in time."

Obviously still worried!

"Well, you won't be polite."

This was Ye Qiling's answer, his deep and pleasant voice sounded faintly, but at this moment, Mo Mingye heard it very deeply.

They will not be polite, yes, they are all people who regard Xiao Nian as their life, if something unexpected happens... Ye Qiling is also very anxious, how could he not be dragged out.

With a clear smile on his lips, Mo Mingye can go to sleep with peace of mind, God knows, he is worried day and night, unable to sleep peacefully.

Since then, Su Xiaonian has been fine, and she has nothing to worry about, maybe even the only spiritual support is gone. Every time I dream about it in the middle of the night, what else can I think, what to think about, it is really sad!
"Boy, come, hug your son."

As soon as Mo Mingye left, Ye Mu sent the soft little baby to Ye Qiling's arms, wrapped tightly with soft cloth, and the baby weighed very light.

Ye Qiling frowned and looked at the baby in his arms, it was really small, for comparison, its head was not as big as his own palm, and its small face was wrinkled.

"...so ugly."

Ye Qiling is young and talented, with a beautiful face, his facial features are even more sharp and angular, and Xiao Nian is also as beautiful as a flower, charming and charming.

This child... really belongs to both of them?

Why didn't they inherit a little bit of their powerful genes.

"Go, isn't every newborn baby like this, flushed red, it's still small now, and it's only when you get older that you can see it clearly. Didn't you also look like this when you were young?"

Ye Mu cast a reproachful look at her son, dissatisfied that he said such a thing about her grandson, seeing the little baby in Ye Qiling's arms pursed, as if about to cry, she quickly hugged her back.

"Oh, don't cry, don't cry, dad has no vision, he is not as handsome as my little baby, by the way, big boy, did the baby have a name?"

Only then did Yemu remember that before she wanted to name the baby, Ye Qiling looked unhappy and insisted on discussing it with Xiao Nian. Parents had to come to name the baby, so she didn't intervene.

"Yes, Tsiming, Chi Ye."

Ye Qiling made a faint sound, her deep black eyes moved to Su Xiaonian who was lying quietly on the hospital bed, she walked over quietly, sat on the edge of the bed, touched her tired little face with her fingertips, watched silently with.

"Okay, Mingming, Xiao Mingming, and Xiaoyeye, your sister."

Yemu nodded the nose of the baby in her bosom, leaned closer to Qin Ai, looked at the granddaughter sleeping soundly in her bosom, and laughed, adding two grandchildren at once, how could she not be happy.

　PS
　　The author has something to say: ~~ Babies, believe me, let them be separated tomorrow or the day after tomorrow. . .So tired and crooked. .

　　Don't forget Bai Zhan, Bai Zhan~~
　　Bai Zhan: I want to create a sense of presence. . . .

　　
　
(End of this chapter)