Chapter 1441

A warm room.

Warm looking at the calm sleeping face of the man in bed, his eyes glittering with tears.

She finally found her man.

Next to him came the voice of his son humming. He picked up the small milk bag from the small bed and went to Jiang Lingfeng's bed to sit down. "Lingfeng, look, are you happy that our son was born?"

The man on the bed seemed to hear her and slowly opened his eyes.

Deep black eyes, as in the past.

The warmth widened his eyes and his face was excited.

"Wake up? Ling Feng, husband, are you awake?"

Jiang Lingfeng stared blankly at the warmth with his eyes covered with a layer of yarn.

Seeing this, he was warm and his heart tightened. He quickly shouted at the door, "Mr. Xiao, my husband is awake."

Chu Xiaomo came in from the outside with the medicine in his hand.

"Awake?"

"Well, Mr. Chu, please help my husband."

Warm face of tension, hurriedly stood up from the edge of the bed.

At this time, her arm warmed and someone pulled her.

Warm side head, see Jiang Lingfeng holding her hand, between the eyebrows and eyes restore Qingming, is dyed with a few smiles.

"Warm?"

Warm?

Is Jiang Lingfeng calling her warm?

How long has it been since she heard him call his nickname?

He recognized himself!

Looking at the man sitting up from the bed, the glittering and translucent tears fell uncontrollably.

A trace of pity flashed in Jiang Lingfeng's eyes, and his slender fingers helped her wipe away the tears from the corners of her eyes.

"Silly girl, why are you crying?"

"Husband, husband, I miss you so much."

Warmth plunged into Jiang Lingfeng's arms, choked and rubbed his broad chest, smelling his familiar fragrance, excited and wronged.

Jiang Lingfeng bent his lips and gently patted her back. His eyes swept over Chu Xiaomo and fell on the little man in his warm arms.

"Warm, this child..."

Where is he?

He seems to have a long dream.

The dream was not very real, but he remembered that he had been struggling to wake up.

"Husband, this is our child. I just gave birth."

Warm sucked his nose, sat up straight and handed his son to Jiang Lingfeng.

"Well, you hug him."

He and his warm son?

Jiang Lingfeng was slightly stunned. He just felt a little incredible.

He took the small milk bag from the warm hand and held his soft little body. It was rare for a trace of confusion to flash on his face.

It's a sweet and soft little thing. He's really afraid of crushing him accidentally.

"Wennuan, where are we? I remember I left a letter for you, and then I left Haicheng. Later, you came out to find me?"

Jiang Lingfeng's memory is a little vague. He remembers something, but he seems to have forgotten something.

"How can you say you left Haicheng? Husband, how can you leave me alone?"

He stares at Jiang Lingfeng with warm dissatisfaction and a face of deep resentment.

Jiang Lingfeng smiled helplessly, "I'm sorry, wennuan. I'm selfish. I thought I couldn't live, so..."

"Since you know selfishness, do you want to be so selfish in the future? I tell you, if you sneak away from me like this in the future, I won't finish with you!"

Warm eyes are red again and complain with red lips.

Jiang Lingfeng sighed, holding a small milk bag in one hand and hugging the man in the other.

"Sorry, warm."

He didn't want to leave her, but he was very afraid to see her in pain but forced to smile.

He is selfish.