Song Youman looked at Han Zhijin nervously when the nurse said that.

Han Zhijin looked at the baby's facial features in his arms that had not yet grown, and just thought the nurse was saying compliments, and laughed without saying a word.

Seeing Han Zhijin's reaction, Song Youman knew that he did not take the nurse's words to her heart. After she breathed a sigh of relief, she felt an indescribable sadness in her heart. She was afraid that the nurse would continue to talk nonsense later, so she found an excuse and asked the nurse to go out first.

There were only two big and one small left in the ward. The baby was nestled in Han Zhijin's arms, as if it was very comfortable, constantly sticking out his tongue and moving his hands and feet.

Song Youman stared at the big and small in front of him for a moment before making a sound, breaking the silence of the room: I heard from the nurse that you sent me to the hospital that day and also gave me a lot of blood. In the end, I was in shock. Thank you.

Han Zhijin, who was paying all his attention on the little thing in his arms, couldn't help but tremble slightly when he heard these words thank you.

Once upon a time, Youman was so polite to him? Or, once upon a time, the distance between him and Youman was not as good as that of his colleagues in the company.

After he had never been to the community where he and her bought a house, it was only a few months before he and her were so alienated.

He had known her for twenty years, but it took him twenty years to get the relationship that he had said everything before. It was so difficult for two people to get closer, but it was so easy for two people to get away.

Han Zhijin kept a smile on the corner of his lips and stared at the little baby in his arms. He was silent for a while before looking up and replied: It doesn't matter, it should be.

After a pause, Han Zhijin added: I was the one who should say sorry. Your situation was special that day, so I will pretend to be your husband for the time being. Please don’t care too much.

Song Youman: You are also out of kindness to save me.

Such a polite answer made Han Zhijin not know how to answer the conversation.

Song Youman never thought that one day, he and Han Zhijin would have such a polite chat. Seeing that he didn't say anything, he didn't say anything again.

The ward became quiet again, and the two of them looked at the baby with their own worries.

Not long after, the baby in Han Zhijin's arms suddenly cried, and Han Zhijin was at a loss. Song Youman stretched out his hand: Give it to me.

Han Zhijin carefully handed the baby over. Song Youman took the baby away and put it in the baby box. After examination, he found that the baby had urinated, so he changed the baby to a diaper.

The newborn has limited time to wake up. After Song Youman changed the baby's diapers, the baby fell asleep quickly.

Song Youman covered the baby with a small blanket and then leaned back to the head of the bed.

Han Zhijin said without saying anything: Have the baby thought of his name?

Well, after thinking about it, after a while, Song Youman said again: Mu Xi.

The surname is Song or Han Zhijin, and he didn't say He Che's surname.

Song Youman knew that the word "He" was about to be said later, so he pursed the corner of his lips slightly: his surname was Song.

Han Zhijin nodded and said nothing.

Song Youman stared at the baby for a moment, and was about to move his lips and said that the baby had nothing to do with He Che, but before he could say this, Han Zhijin's cell phone rang in his pocket.

Perhaps because he was afraid of waking up the baby, Han Zhijin quickly took out his cell phone. When he turned off the sound, Song Youman glanced at the caller ID displayed on Han Zhijin's mobile phone screen with sharp eyes.
Chapter completed!