Granny Qin just checked Ning Mengyao and found that she was still unable to give birth: "We have to wait."
"Mother-in-law, I'm not giving birth anymore. It hurts so much." Ning Mengyao couldn't bear the pain of contractions and couldn't help but scream.
Qiao Tianchang happened to come in with food, and when he heard Ning Mengyao's cry, he felt heartbroken.
Putting the food aside, he reached out and pulled her: "Yao Yao, I'm here."
"I won't give birth."
"Okay, I won't have any more babies. I won't have any more babies in the future." Qiao Tianchang felt distressed. Looking at Ning Mengyao's pale face, he felt a little regretful about getting Ning Mengyao pregnant.
Grandma Qin's eyes jumped when she heard the two people's very willful words. Do they know what these two people are talking about? Does it mean that if you don’t give birth to a child, you can’t give birth to it
"My uncle, please feed the food to the young lady first, and then you go out and wait."
Qiao Tianchang fed the egg noodles he made to Ning Mengyao in small bites. Ning Mengyao didn't want to eat it at first, but she endured the pain and ate some.
"Mother-in-law..." After eating half of it, Ning Mengyao couldn't stand it anymore.
Grandma Qin took a look and thought it was okay, so she pushed Qiao Tianchang out: "Uncle, please go out first. Qingshuang and I will be fine here."
"Mother-in-law, please let me stay." Qiao Tianchang looked at Ning Mengyao and said anxiously.
"No, the delivery room is where men should come in. Brother, get out quickly, otherwise the young lady will be distracted." Granny Qin immediately refused, knowing that the relationship between the two was good, but that was not what she did.
After Qiao Tianchang went out, Mrs. Qin and Qing Shuang started busy.
Qiao Tianchang stood anxiously outside the delivery room, walking back and forth.
Yang Zhu's family, who came after hearing the news, saw him like this and comforted him helplessly: "This is how women give birth to children."
"Yes, Tianchang, don't worry."
Listening to the screams inside, Yang Lele felt a little cold in her heart, as if she was in pain.
Now Qiao Tianchang couldn't listen to anything he said, and just looked anxiously at the closed door of the room.
An hour later, he heard the cry of a child coming from inside, and Ning Mengyao's voice gradually weakened, and Qiao Tianchang suddenly lost his composure.
She pushed the door open and wanted to go in. Granny Qin inside said, "I'm still cleaning the lady. Don't be anxious, uncle."
How could Qiao Tianchang not be anxious: "How is Yaoyao? Is she okay? Why is she silent?"
"Miss was so tired that she fell asleep." Granny Qin answered while helping Ning Mengyao clean herself, while Qingshuang beside her was bathing the child.
It was a boy with very thick hair, and his skin was a little red and a little wrinkled. But compared with other children, their young master was much better-looking.
"Take the young master out and show him to my uncle, so that he won't have to worry." Granny Qin said helplessly, listening to the sounds outside.
Qingshuang nodded, covered her mouth and laughed secretly.
Put on clothes for the child, wrap it in a quilt and carry it out: "My uncle is a young master."
Qiao Tianchang took a look and looked like a little monkey.
"I'll go in and take a look." He opened the door and walked in, not even caring about the child.
Qingshuang looked at the child in her hands speechlessly: "Young master, are you disliked since you were born?"
As soon as Granny Qin cleaned up Ning Mengyao's body, Brick saw Qiao Tianchang and was startled: "Uncle, why did you come in? The smell of blood is strong, which is unlucky."
"I don't care about this, I just want to see if Yaoyao is okay." Qiao Tianchang ignored this and looked at Ning Mengyao on the bed with great distress.
At this time, Ning Mengyao's face was pale, her forehead was covered with sweat, and her hair was wet and stuck to her cheeks.
He stretched out his hand to help Ning Mengyao trim her hair, and felt relieved when she saw that she was nice.
Qingshuang took the child in and said helplessly: "Uncle, it's time for you to take a look at the young master, right?"
Qiao Tianchang stretched out his hand to hold the child in his arms, his movements were a bit stiff: "This is my child."
Just as he lowered his head, he saw Little Baozi slowly opening his eyes. These eyes were exactly the same as Ning Mengyao's eyes.
The child just looked at Qiao Tianchang, and Qiao Tianchang looked at him. The father and son stared at each other with big eyes.