Tan Bengbeng had a normal delivery. Her physique was good, and the delivery went smoothly. Although she looked a little haggard at the moment, her complexion was not bad. .org Yawen Bar
She was lying on the mobile sickbed, searching for her daughter with her eyes.
Nian Xiaomu carried the child forward and gently placed it beside her.
"The baby is asleep."
"..."
Tan Bengbeng turned his head and glanced at the little baby beside him, the little one was lying in swaddling clothes.
Eyes closed, sleeping very well.
The little hand has been clenched into a fist, and the little face that is as big as the palm is not red anymore. Now it looks like a white and tender little princess.
This is her and Qi Yan's daughter.
Thinking of the first child who was not kept, Tan Bengbeng had tears in his eyes.
He couldn't help reaching out and gently touching her little cheek. .org
"You can't cry after giving birth, it's not good for your eyes."
Compared with his daughter, Qi Yan is still more nervous than Tan Bengbeng.
Ignoring the shame, I rushed to send Tan Bengbeng back to the ward first.
Huge VIP ward.
Just like the day Xiaoyang was born, everyone came.
But the atmosphere is completely different.
Tan Bengbeng was lying on the bed, and Qi Yan was sitting next to her with his daughter in his arms, the smug look on his face was particularly glaring.
"Bengbeng, look at our daughter, she looks so much like me, she will definitely be a great beauty when she grows up!"
"She's looking at me, did you see it? Bengbeng, my daughter is looking at me, so I know she loves daddy the most! I love her too!"
"Bengbeng, what do you think is the name of our daughter? What should I do, I don't think any name is worthy of my little princess..."
"..."
On the other side of the hospital bed, a family of three was beaming.
On the other side of the ward, Yu Yuehan, Tang Yuan, Si Fanyu and Mo Yongheng sat on the sofa with complicated expressions.
Apart from the first congratulations and a little concern for Tan Bengbeng's body, all of them unanimously chose the seat farthest from Qi Yan to sit.
If it wasn't for the fact that their daughter-in-law was also present, they might have chosen to leave the hospital the very second they saw Qi Yan.
What kind of gentlemanly demeanor, what kind of brotherhood, have all disappeared in Qi Yan's infinite loop of twitching.
They didn't go up to gag him now, it was the last kindness.
"I feel that my friendship with Qi Yan has come to an end. I wonder if it's too late to break up now?" Tang Yuansi stared straight at the little glutinous rice dumpling in Qi Yan's arms.
He also wanted a sweet-smelling, soft little princess who could sing and act like a baby.
Instead of a brat who only robs him of his wife!
Jealousy made him unrecognizable.
"Now I not only want to break up with Qi Yan, but I also really want to beat him up." Yu Yuehan gritted his teeth and agreed.
Mo Yongheng crossed his arms, stood aside coldly, and raised his eyes upon hearing the sound.
"Go, don't hold back, this is my own brother-in-law, I can't do anything in front of Beng Beng, otherwise you think Qi Yan can still stand there properly? Just a reminder, when beating him Be careful, don't hurt Bengbeng and my niece."
"Can you be more mature like me?"
Fan Yu reached out to touch the sunglasses on the bridge of his nose, and calmly crossed his legs.
"I'm not jealous of Qi Yan, not at all."
"Young Master Fan, you have veins popping in your temples, isn't that called jealousy?" Tang Yuansi ruthlessly pointed it out.
Fan Yu: "..."
Fan Yu was trying his best to ignore the movement on the other side of the hospital bed, but Qi Yan suddenly walked towards this side with his daughter in his arms.