When Lin Jiayu woke up, he saw a small swaddle beside him, with a little BABY lying inside. His skin was red and wrinkled, and he was sleeping soundly with his eyes closed.
She looked at it intently for a long time. Is this her son? It was the baby she gave birth to after ten months of pregnancy.
But how come he looks so ugly, like a wrinkled little old man? He really doesn't look like her at all. Could it be that this child looks like his father.
She drank too much that day and didn't see what the man looked like.
But I had a vague feeling that he didn't look too bad, so who did this child look like
The mood swings are quite big.
Lin Jiayu really wanted to cry.
When Lu Xuechen came in, he saw Lin Jiayu, who was dressed in hospital clothes. His face was as pale as snow and his expression was lifeless. He was staring at the little baby beside him with a look of disbelief.
He walked over quickly and said, "You're awake. What's wrong? Do you feel uncomfortable anywhere?"
"He's too ugly. Is this really my son?" Could it be that I hugged him wrongly
Only when Lin Jiayu spoke out did he realize that his voice was hoarse. He must have broken his throat by shouting hard during the previous birth.
Lu Xuechen was stunned for a moment, and then he couldn't help but chuckle: "Idiot, newborn babies are like this. They will look better when they grow up in two days. How can our son be ugly?"
Lin Jiayu blinked. She had just given birth and her brain was very slow to respond. She didn't hear anything wrong with Lu Xuechen's words.
After all, before, he always said: My son...
Lu Xuechen immediately realized that he had let slip, and he quickly changed the topic: "Hurry up and touch him, he's super cute."
Although her son was ugly, he was born to her after all. Not only did she have to touch him, but he also had to hold him every day. Lin Jiayu reached out and touched the baby's cheek carefully.
It's so tender and smooth that your little liver will go soft immediately.
She couldn't help laughing, and touched him gently. After a moment, she said to Lu Xuechen, "He's so soft... What should I do if I don't dare to touch him?"
Lu Xuechen said dotingly: "Although the little guy is soft, he is healthy and strong. You will be fine no matter how you touch him."
The most I can do is wake up and cry a few times.
Lin Jiayu decided not to touch it, fearing that he would accidentally hurt the baby. "It looks really small. How much did he weigh when he was born?"
Lu Xuechen looked at the card on the bedside and replied warmly: "The child is seven pounds and seven taels, which is already very heavy. No wonder you torture your mother so much. Your voice is dumb. Come on, drink some water to moisten your throat."
He held the cup with a straw in it. He put the straw into Lin Jiayu's mouth. Lin Jiayu bit it and took a few sips.
After drinking the water, Lin Jiayu looked at his son again.
The little guy's hands are so small. He is sleeping with his eyes closed. His hands are holding small fists, raised up and placed on both sides of his body.
Lin Jiayu reached out and touched his little fist. It seemed like the nature of mother and child. When the little guy's hand touched her hand, his fist actually opened slightly, and then he held her finger.
She blinked, couldn't help but smile softly, and said in a soft voice: "Little guy, from today on, we are mother and son. Please take care of us in the future."
Lu Xuechen, who was next to him, also said: "Little guy, from today on, we are father and daughter. Please pay more attention to us in the future."
The two looked at each other and smiled at each other.
(End of chapter)