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On a drizzly night, a tall and cold figure stood beside the pavilion road not far from the house.
Through the hazy rain and fog, Wen Momo saw the figure clearly, it was brother Jingling.
Ji Xiao stood outside the house, handed her the oil-paper umbrella he had prepared, winked and whispered, "Go."
Wen Momo took the oil-paper umbrella in a daze, looked at Ji Xiaoshi, and then at the figure on the other side of the pavilion. Finally, she nodded with a slight blush, opened the oil-paper umbrella, and walked up the stone steps step by step. Went on.
Although Wen Momo's footsteps were already very light, especially in the drizzle, which seemed almost inaudible, Jing Ling still turned around and watched her walking over.
Wen Momo didn't know why, but she felt vaguely confused in her heart. She looked at brother Jing Ling, and brother Jing Ling was also looking at her. Wen Momo suddenly felt that she missed him very much.
Even though I was looking at him so close, I still missed him.
When going up the steps of the pavilion, Wen Momo accidentally slipped and almost fell down the stone steps. Jing Ling stepped forward in time, grabbed her hand and held her in his arms, lowering his head and pressing her ear, "Are you okay?"
He was so close that she could feel his breathing clearly, and with such a deep and pleasant voice, Wen Momo felt a little soft all over her body in an instant.
Jing Ling took her to the pavilion, made sure she wasn't caught in the rain, and then let her go.
Wen Momo finally reacted, and the ears he touched were slightly red, and she whispered, "I'm fine."
Jing Ling stared at her, her thin lips moving, as if she wanted to say something, but she couldn't quite say it.
Wen Momo waited for a long time without waiting for Jing Ling to speak, so she couldn't help but secretly raised her head, only to see Jing Ling looking at her, and the two people's eyes converged again.
But this time, Wen Momo didn't avoid it and looked at him without blinking.
Jing Ling also looked at her, and finally slowly opened her lips, asking her softly: "Can I give you a hug?"
When Wen Momo heard Jing Ling's cautious solicitation, her face turned red and she nodded gently, and the next moment, Jing Ling hugged her.
Jing Ling's hugging posture was very domineering. He held her whole in his arms, pressing her head with one hand, and holding her waist with the other hand. He pressed her into his arms very hard and lowered his head. Press it against her ear, breathing gently.
Wen Momo was itchy, but she couldn't avoid it.
It was a rainy night and the wind was freezing and cold, but she was held in his arms, and the warm body temperature wrapped around her, leaving her with nowhere to hide.
Then, she blushed and remembered another word.
The ears and temples rub together.
It was what Brother Jingling said that day when he expressed his feelings to her.
At this moment, Jing Ling didn't say anything, but pressed her ears against hers, rubbing her ears together.
His deep breathing was like a light feather, sweeping through her whole heart, itching and beating wildly.
Wen Momo had nowhere to place her little hands, so she subconsciously placed them gently on his waist.
Hug him on a rainy night.
After a long, long time, Jing Ling finally let go of Wen Momo gently. Wen Momo touched her ears with a blushing face and felt that her ears were warm. Although she couldn't see it, she felt that she must have been kissed.
Jing Ling looked at Wen Momo and said, "I have taken care of the affairs of the Tai Hospital in the past two days. After Wen Jian Qingzhi's child is successfully born, I will go to the General's Mansion to find you."
Wen Momo whispered: "But mother... won't let me see my brother."
"I know."
Wen Momo couldn't help but raise her head, as if confused, knowing, should she still come to her
Wen Momo didn't know what Brother Jing Ling was going to do, but when she looked at Brother Jing Ling, she always felt an inexplicable sense of peace of mind.
So when she heard brother Jing Ling say this, she really nodded obediently and said yes.
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The next day, before dawn, the entire Ji Mansion was busy.
Qingzhi is about to give birth.
There were many people going in and out of Ji Mansion, but most of them were waiting for news in the courtyard and did not go into Muyuan to cause trouble for Bai Ling and the others.
Among them, the most anxious ones were Wen Jian and Shu Nuan. Sheng Bian Mo could only watch outside, while Shu Nuan stayed with Qing Zhi in the house. Seeing Qing Zhi in so much pain, it seemed as if they were both involved. It hurt her own heart, but she could only hold Qingzhi's hand tightly, coax Qingzhi, and let Qingzhi hold on.
Wen Jian's eyes were red. He had never seen Qingzhi in such pain. He even swore in his heart that he would never let Qingzhi suffer like this again.
Because when Qingzhi was in such pain, he couldn't bear it for her at all...
He could only coax Qingzhi over and over again, telling her over and over again, "Baby, I'm here..."
Qingzhi's mental state became more and more blurred due to pain, and her voice became hoarse. Sometimes she called Brother Jian, and sometimes she called her mother...
Finally, near noon, the child was finally born.
It's a little boy.
Qingzhi had no strength left in her body at that time, but she still looked vaguely and uninvited at Bai Ling, who was leaning on the bed. Bai Ling held the baby who had been wiped and wrapped in swaddling clothes, checked it carefully, and then showed his face to Qing Zhi. A very gentle smile, "Don't be afraid, Qingzhi, the child is very healthy and looks good."
Bai Ling said, and took the child seriously. Shu Nuan was very close to her, so she carefully took the child over. When she saw the baby crying loudly, she couldn't help but have tears in her eyes. She knew better than anyone else that Qingzhi I have endured so much pressure to give birth to this little baby. Now that I know that the baby is healthy, I am naturally more happy than anyone else.
Shu Nuan held the baby to Qingzhi, crying and laughing at the same time, "Qingzhi, look, the baby looks like you."
Qingzhi slowly lowered her wet eyes and looked down at the baby that Shu Nuan carried to her side. Such a lively baby with a pretty nose and eyebrows was her and Wen Jian's child.
Qingzhi couldn't help but slowly raised her head and looked at Wen Jian, who was standing beside the bed looking a little embarrassed and nervous and expectant. She opened her mouth slightly, but her voice was too hoarse to speak, so she stretched out her fingers and moved, Shu Nuan saw the direction of Qingzhi's finger and saw Wen Jian, and immediately understood what Qingzhi meant. She curved her lips and stood up to make way for Wen Jian, "Look at the baby too."
Wen Jian nodded cautiously and carefully reached out to touch the little baby's tightly clenched fingers. Seeing Qingzhi's tired smile, he felt moved and sad. Regardless of the fact that his elders were still there, he couldn't help but He leaned down and kissed Qingzhi, his voice changed slightly, "Baby, you are so lucky."
After being kissed by him for a while, Qingzhi finally felt relieved, slowly closed her eyes and fell asleep.
Bai Ling lowered his voice and said, "Qingzhi is asleep. Let her have a good rest first. I will give her acupuncture when she wakes up."
Shu Nuan nodded and gently pulled Wen Jian. Wen Jian reluctantly got up from Qingzhi, helped Qingzhi tuck the quilt, and then carried the baby to Bai Ling.
(End of chapter)