Song Zhiyuan took a handkerchief and gently wiped the corners of Mrs. Song's eyes, and said in a gentle voice: "It's okay, I'm back, Xiangyi, thank you for your hard work."

God, this is simply the most touching love words Mrs. Song has ever heard.

"I..." As soon as she opened her mouth, she felt her throat was dry, hoarse and astringent.

I wanted to tell him that she had a nightmare and the child was gone in the dream, and the couple became strangers and became enemies. Later, there was no future, all because of the child.

Child, by the way, her child.

Mrs. Song's consciousness was restored and subconsciously touched her abdomen. When she moved, her whole body seemed to be beaten up. It hurts everywhere and cannot exert force anywhere.

"Don't move quickly." Song Zhiyuan pressed her and poured a glass of water to the teapot. After exploring it, it was warm, then helped her up, fed her drink, then took the cushion and placed it on her back.

Mrs. Song was weak, but she was anxious and said, "Where is the child?"

She remembered that she had difficulty giving birth and had given birth to the child after she had given birth to her child, but she didn't have time to take a look at her. She didn't know whether the child was good or bad.

Song Zhiyuan held her hand and said, "Don't be anxious."

He called Fang's mother and the latter walked around the screen and saw Mrs. Song awakening. He was delighted. He knew that the two of them were looking at the child, so he hurried to the ear room to bring the wet nurse and children over.

The wet nurse prepared it a month ago. Her surname is Deng. She is about twenty-seven or eight years old. She has just given birth to a child for four months. Her face is very gentle and her voice is soft. She loves to be clean on weekdays.

The most important thing is that she is healthy, has plenty of milk, and is also very suitable for her age.

Deng personally held the child and bowed his knees to salute Song Zhiyuan and Mrs. Song. The two of them looked at the cradle in her arms.

Fang's mother took the cradle and personally carried it to Song Zhiyuan, saying, "The Sixth Master is pleased to the master's wife."

Song Zhiyuan looked at it and couldn't help but reach out to take it. He looked at it carefully. Although it had eased a lot, the child's face was still not very good-looking and a little red.

But seeing his full heaven, his eyes are slender and his nose is high and straight, he must have been a handsome child when he grows open.

"You are really troubled by your mother." Song Zhiyuan snorted lightly, stretched out a finger and poked his face.

Perhaps it was unhappy, the child protested and was about to cry.

Song Zhiyuan was a little happy: "It's quite stingy." He looked at Mrs. Song, held the child and handed it to her: "Look at it, it's the youngest child you have worked hard to give birth to."

Mrs. Song kept paying attention to his expression. Seeing that he was not displeased, she felt a little relieved in her heart. She looked down at the child, and her eyes were filled with sourness.

This child almost killed her.

Now seeing the complex meaning that Mrs. Song cannot explain clearly is complicated in her heart, and she cannot say resentment, but if she says joy, thinking about the pain and fear of giving birth, she feels that she cannot say very happy.

Seeing this, Fang's mother said that the child was born with a umbilical cord and had difficulty giving birth, so she turned her face blue. If it weren't for the wife's actions, she would have been...

Mrs. Song was stunned. She didn't expect that there would be such an accident. She said in surprise: "Have you wrapped your neck?"

So, it’s really not an illusion, it’s really a long time to hear the crying?

This kid almost disappeared?

Mrs. Song subconsciously remembered the dream and shivered.

The child was half-squinted, and opened it at this time and saw Mrs. Song's little mouth moving slightly.

After all, it was the mother and son who were in love. Mrs. Song felt weak in her heart. She raised her hand and touched his face, and said, "You have suffered too."
Chapter completed!