He was holding a baby bottle, blinking his **** eyes, looking at Shan Hanjie.
suddenly bent his eyebrows and smiled.
It’s just this one, making people feel soft.
"Shan Hanjie, show me the baby."
Qin Youxuan saw that Shan Hanjie hadn't responded for a long time, and was anxious to get up from the bed.
"You can't get out of bed yet."
Shan Hanjie saw that she was about to sit up, and immediately turned back, Qin Youxuan lay down again.
looked at him eagerly, "Hold the baby to me for a look."
"……"
Dan Hanjie turned his head and looked at the little guy drinking milk in front of him. He tried to reach out his hand several times, but he didn't dare.
Such a small one, only a little bigger than his palm.
"Jie Shao, as long as you hold it like me, the baby is good, he won't cry." The nurse raised his hand and passed the little guy to Shan Hanjie.
He hesitated for a few seconds before reaching out to catch it.
The soft and waxy baby held it in his hand, as if holding a rare treasure, Shan Hanjie's two arms seemed to be cast in plaster, and he dared not move.
used the most awkward posture, holding the baby and walking towards Qin Youxuan.
The little guy was uncomfortable, stretched, Shan Hanjie's expression changed.
"Don't take my son away."
Qin Youxuan quickly reached out to take the little guy in his arms when he saw him approaching.
Seeing the baby's delicate little face, Qin Youxuan was completely relieved.
"Shan Hanjie, he looks like you, why don't you look like me." Qin Youxuan frowned and nodded the little guy's eyebrows unhappily.
The little guy seemed to know that he was talking about him, and the corner of his mouth raised and smiled.
Sweet smiles can blend with people’s hearts.
Qin Youxuan's arms holding the baby tightened unconsciously, and her eyes were moist.
At the moment when she heard Rui Wei say that the baby died of breath, she really felt that she was drained of all energy in an instant.
After waking up, they all told her that it was okay, but she still couldn't believe it.
I was afraid that Shan Hanjie deliberately held a child to lie to her in order to prevent her from being sad.
Until now, holding his own child with his own hands, the blood is throbbing and penetrating the limbs.
Not to mention, the little guy looks so much like Shan Hanjie.
"Puff puff——"
The little guy seemed to know that he was in his mother's arms, and he vomited two milk bubbles, and his little head rubbed against Qin Youxuan's chest.
"It's time for the baby to drink milk. Mom can try to feed some breast milk. It doesn't matter if you can't get it out, let him try, and then feed the milk if you don't have enough." The nurse stepped forward and carefully taught Qin Youxuan.
"If the baby really can't suck, the father can also help with the massage to let the pregnant woman's milk come down."
The nurse finished speaking before handing the bottle to Shan Hanjie.
Seeing their family of three had a warm atmosphere, he hurriedly retired.
Qin Youxuan was about to sit up, Shan Hanjie walked around behind her, took a few pillows to cushion her back, so that she could comfortably hold the baby and breastfeed.
Before she lifted up her clothes, the little guy’s head kept rubbing against her chest.
The itchy Qin Youxuan couldn't help laughing.
"Shan Hanjie, your son is as anxious as you."
"He is grabbing my ration." Shan Hanjie's face was dark, looking at the little guy who was rubbing against Qin Youxuan's chest.
The little guy approached his mother for the first time, but he sucked very hard. From time to time, he chucked his mouth and didn’t know if he sucked it out.
The expression on the little face is very enjoyable.
Shan Hanjie stood by the bed, looked at his son jealously, and robbed him of his territory.
He hasn’t eaten meat for a long time...