"Huh? Miss Song, your husband is here..."

As the nurse finished speaking, Song Youman, who was looking down at the baby, turned his head and looked at the door.

Having been discovered by someone, Han Zhijin had to stop. After touching Song Youman's eyes, he thought that he had just called her husband by the nurse, and the expression on his face suddenly became a little unnatural.

He and Song Youman looked at each other for a while. When the indoor atmosphere was about to be awkward, he stiffly uttered a few words: "That, you finally woke up..."

Since she woke up, Song Youman was always curious about who her husband was, but she never thought that this person would be Han Zhijin.

So, blood saved her and the baby?

Song Youman looked at Han Zhijin and was a little confused, so she didn't notice what Han Zhijin said.

The little nurse standing next to her did not notice the strangeness between the two. When she heard what Han Zhijin said, she naturally thought of the thrilling situation that night. She couldn't help but sigh: "Yes, Miss Song is really lucky to be safe for her mother and son."

Song Youman came to his senses after being said by the little nurse. She pursed her lips and smiled, then she spoke to Han Zhijin: "Are you here?"

Han Zhijin said "yes", then closed the ward door and walked to the bedside.

When he got closer, he saw the baby lying in the baby box. The baby's skin was very white, with tender skin like water tofu, and his eyelashes were very long, like two small fans, especially his small mouth, which opened and closed, sucked towards the air.

Han Zhijin can't like or hate children, it's just that feeling indifferent, but somehow, when he saw the baby born by Song Youman, he felt inexplicably pleasing to the eyes... and there was also a strange feeling that could not be described.

"Sit." Song Youman saw Han Zhijin standing beside the bed, but after a while, he spoke again.

Han Zhijin said "Oh" before sitting on a chair next to him.

The little nurse saw the scene where Han Zhijin had just stared at the baby and couldn't help but smile and said, "Ms. Song, your husband just got fascinated by the baby and forgot to sit..."

As he said that, the young nurse turned her head and looked at Han Zhijin: "It's strange, Miss Song, your husband will go to see him every day after the baby is born, but he has never held the baby. Are you too nervous? Many fathers are like this and dare not touch the baby, for fear of accidentally breaking the baby... In fact, it's okay, just hold the baby's neck and the back of the head..."

The little nurse carried the awake baby from the baby box to Han Zhijin, demonstrated it to him, and then signaled Han Zhijin to hug the baby: "Where is a dad who doesn't hold his own baby, come and try..."

Just as Song Youman wanted to make a sound to stop the young nurse, Han Zhijin took the baby clumsily. The baby moved and then grinned at Han Zhijin.

Seeing this scene, Song Youman swallowed the words to his mouth.

Under the careful guidance of the young nurse, Han Zhijin finally looked like a daddy.

"Right? The baby is easy to hold... When I don't put it together, I haven't noticed it yet. After putting it together, I think the baby is still very much like a father..." The nurse said, carefully comparing the faces of the baby and Han Zhijin, and then she felt more and more like: "The nose looks like, and the eyebrows are more like..."

(This chapter took a little longer, but I really started writing at 2 o'clock, and there are 7 chapters left~)
Chapter completed!