Fang Chixia led his hand to explore her flat belly, pressed his palm against it, she pulled the corner of her mouth and smiled, "What do you feel?"
A one-month-old fetus does not even have fetal movement.
Fang Chixia's belly is still as flat as that of ordinary people.
Luo Yibei didn't understand what she meant at first.
However, he gently pressed his hand against her abdomen, feeling the warm and soft touch in his palm. After a while, his face suddenly raised, his dark eyes like the starry sky suddenly lit up, "Chi Xia! "
"What do you feel?" Fang Chixia asked, her eyebrows arched.
"Our daughter is waving to her father!" Luo Yibei retracted his hand, and the cold curves of his face suddenly softened, like ice and snow suddenly meeting the sun.
What he said was pure nonsense.
It doesn’t matter whether the child is a boy or a girl. Moreover, it’s only been a month and nothing has been formed yet, so it’s already beckoning
However, Fang Chixia did not correct it.
Pulling his arm, she gently leaned her head on his shoulder, "I also thought that the child could not be saved. After getting the doctor's affirmative reply, I was surprised and very happy. This child is luckier than other children, and The other children are strong and will be born safely in the future."
"Yes." Luo Yibei turned his head and held her face, and kissed her deeply on the lips, "I'll make a call first and have someone arrange a flight back to China."
"Okay." Fang Chixia handed him the phone.
Luo Yibei unlocked the touch screen, flicked his fingertips in the address book, and received a call back to Jueye.
"Help me prepare for the flight back to China the day after tomorrow morning, and call me when it's ready."
Fang Chixia stared at her belly stupidly.
She didn't understand why Luo Yibei wanted a daughter so much. If it was just because he wanted a child who looked like her, wouldn't it be the same to have a son who looked like her
Fang Chixia has learned how deep-rooted Luo Yibei's obsession with his daughter is for a long time.
Staring at her belly again and again, thinking about this, she suddenly felt a little afraid of letting him down.
All he wanted from the beginning to the end was a daughter. What if he gave birth to a son
In Fang Chixia's view, a son's ability to survive should not be as delicate as a daughter's.
In such a serious accident, the child was saved, and she was more inclined to believe that the child this time would be a son.
When she thought of this, her heart skipped a beat.
If she really guessed it right, how disappointed would Luo Yibei be at that time
Fang Chixia stared at him calmly, then turned her eyes. After his call ended, she chatted with him as if nothing had happened, "Actually, my son is pretty good, right?"
Luo Yibei was looking at the domestic weather and did not answer.
"Don't all old people like their sons?" Fang Chixia glanced at him and said something else.
Luo Yibei still ignored it.
Fang Chixia felt like she was talking to herself, but she had no intention of stopping.
With her head spinning wildly, she chatted with him one after another, "Look at Xiao Yi, how beautiful, delicate, handsome, and loved. If he has a younger brother, he should be as beautiful as him. Just as exquisite, with genes like my father, I am sure to charm a lot of women when I grow up."
"When I first met Xiaoyi, he was only over three years old, but he was so cute, so cute!"