Ling Mofeng is waiting anxiously at the door of the delivery room. It's been more than an hour. The elders of Ling's family are also on their way. After receiving the phone call, Chu lie and Cheng Yuan also come quickly. They live close to each other and have arrived at the moment.
"Sir, how is it? Has madam given birth?" Chu lie and Cheng Yuan are wearing plain clothes because of their anxiety. Now they see Ling Mofeng leaning against the wall alone. Junrong is anxious and worried.
"Not yet, it's been almost an hour." Ling Mofeng stared at the door and wished he could penetrate the curtain to see what was going on inside.
Cheng Yuan clenched his hands tightly and hoped that Lan Yanxi could survive this and come out safely.
The corridor is quiet. It's midnight. There aren't many pregnant women here.
Everyone held their breath. Suddenly, the closed door of the delivery room was opened, and a doctor and two nurses came out. Among them, the baby's cry was still loud, which echoed the whole quiet corridor.
"Mr. President, my wife has given birth to a little prince." The doctor was very happy to inform.
"Congratulations, sir, on your son." Chu lie and Cheng Yuan were also surprised and quickly sent their blessings.
Ling Mofeng's breath stopped for a moment. He walked a few steps, but in the last two steps, he slowed down. His eyes stared at the little man wrapped in the soft quilt without blinking. His little fist was clenched tightly and he was waving around. It seemed that he was very dissatisfied with the current situation.
"Thank you. How is Yanxi?" Ling Mofeng thanked the doctor, and then gently took the soft little thing into his arms with two hands.
"Madam is in good condition. She will be sent out soon. You have to wait a moment." After the doctor finished, he went to help first.
Chu lie and Cheng Yuan, regardless of the relationship between the upper and lower levels, directly beat Ling Mofeng on both sides, looking at the little life with joy and curiosity.
Ling Mofeng's tight heartstrings finally relaxed when he saw the little face. He couldn't believe it. He reached out and touched the little hand hidden in the little clothes. The little hand immediately grabbed his finger without saying anything. The crying voice stopped instantly, as if there was something to rely on. The little guy made a lazy expression and fell asleep with his eyes closed.
"Ah!" Ling Mofeng's thin lips are gently raised, and he is amused by his son's lovely appearance.
"Sir, has the little prince taken a name?" Cheng Yuan couldn't help asking curiously.
"Not yet. Let my grandfather take it." Ling Mofeng won't argue with grandpa about it. Grandpa has already mentioned it.... He made a reservation...
"It's lovely. It's like a gentleman." Cheng Yuan stared at it for a while and found that although the little guy had just come out of his mother's womb, the edges and corners of his facial features had followed his father. When he grew up in the future, he would definitely be a very handsome boy. He didn't know how many girls he had fascinated.
"Like? I think he's more like Yanxi. "Ling Mofeng chuckled, but he was very satisfied.
The woman I love most has given birth to a son like him. It's a very happy thing for the love of two people to bear fruit.
Three people stood outside the door and waited for Lan Yanxi to come out. More than ten minutes later, Lan Yanxi came out with hot sweat on her face. Her long hair was wet with sweat. It can be seen how hard she had just given birth to her child.
"Hope!" When Ling Mofeng saw her come out, he gave the child to Cheng Yuan. Cheng Yuan was scared. His hands were free, but he still felt uncomfortable holding the little guy, because the little man's brow seemed to be wrinkled.
"I'm fine. Don't worry." Lan Yanxi saw the man's worried expression, immediately showed a light smile, and comforted him in turn.
Ling Mofeng knows that she is usually soft and weak. When she encounters something, she is very strong. This woman always makes him sad.
"Well, it's OK." Ling Mofeng didn't know how to comfort her. He could only hold her hand and help push the cart to the ward.
After entering the ward, Lan Yanxi just finished giving birth and was inconvenient to move. Ling Mofeng gently picked her up. A group of unmarried little nurses nearby all looked straight and envied her very much.
It's said that the president loves his wife very much, but they haven't seen it with their own eyes. Now, it's true that seeing is believing. When his wife gives birth, the president's anxious eyes turn red.
A man loves a woman and can let people around him feel it. This kind of love in the bone is really enviable. He can only hope that he can meet it in the future.
All the people of the Ling family came, including Ling Laozi, a man in his seventies, an old bone. When he heard that his great-grandson was born, he had to come and have a look.
"Thank you for giving birth to such a lovely nephew for our family." Ling wennuan ran to the bedside, full of sincere gratitude.
Lan Yanxi was embarrassed and smiled: "this is what I should do. Besides, I have a share in the child."
"That's right. We all have a share. Don't worry. I will help you share the responsibility of taking care of the children in the future." Ling wennuan immediately laughed.
After seeing the child, Ling's mother and Ling's father came to lanyanxi happily and comforted him.
It's four or five o'clock in the morning. All the lights are out. But in the ward, Lan Yanxi's mood is still very bright. Although she gave birth to a child, Lan Yanxi's mood is still very bright. Although she didn't come from the blue family and didn't let Ling Mofeng inform her mother to come, the elders of the Ling family came, and Lan Yanxi's heart was still very gratified, at least someone was still hurting himself.
The newly born little guy was robbed by his family. He was very popular. Instead, Ling Mofeng had no room to play. He sat down on the edge of the bed and looked at Lan Yanxi. Although there was no verbal communication, they all saw each other's happiness and affection in each other's eyes.
The man reached out and put his hand under the quilt. He touched her hand. Her palm was still sweaty. It was cold and heart-wrenching.
The room is full of family and friends. Although Lan Yanxi wants Ling Mofeng to care about himself, he is embarrassed to show his love with him, so he pushes his big hand away. The man's eyes are slightly startled and lost. "Dad, mom, do you think my nephew is very much like my eldest brother when he was a child? I've seen my eldest brother's full moon photo. It's the same mold." Ling wennuan has successfully grabbed his little nephew and hugged him. However, she only hugged him once, and Ling's mother gently took him over and put him on the side of Lan Yanxi: "the newborn child, don't hold him around, let him have a rest for a while."
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