In the hospital.

When they arrived, sujo had been sent to the delivery room.

Kong Laosan is anxiously waiting at the door. His face is full of anxieties. If there were not so many people with him, he would be crazy.

"Don't worry, it's OK." Song Qingyun patted the old man on the shoulder and comforted him.

Kong laosanhong looks at him, as if he is looking for some positive answer.

"Third brother, don't worry. Joe will be OK." Sun Zhenzhen, as a passer-by, also advised him to wait in peace, and they would come out safely.

Kong Laosan nodded and leaned against the wall of the corridor. His hands and feet were still soft.

At that time, when Lao Mo's daughter-in-law was born, he and Suqiao also came together. At that time, seeing Lao Mo's tense face, he still despised his advice. Now that it's up to him, he still counsels more than Lao mo.

The whole heart mentioned the voice and eyes, fidgety, completely unable to calm down.

Occasionally, a nurse would call for family members when the delivery room door rang. Every time, Kong Laosan was full of expectation, but every time it was not their home.

He was more nervous after several times of tossing and turning like this.

"Why hasn't it been so long?" His patience has been worn away, and there is no reason to speak of it.

"And so on."

In the face of this kind of thing, we don't know how to persuade, we can only quietly accompany him and so on.

Occasionally, there was a cry from the child. Old Kong's face was white with fear. He grabbed song Qingyun's wrist and said nervously, "old song, what's the matter with you that hasn't come out for such a long time?"

Song Qingyun took a deep breath and patted him heavily on the back. "No, if there is something, the nurse will come out to inform him. If he doesn't come out, he will be OK."

With a little comfort, Kong continued to stare at the door of the delivery room, uneasy and uneasy.

Time one minute one second past, Mu Qiqi and Mo yanjue received the news also hurriedly arrived.

From 4 p.m. to 9 p.m., a large group of them finally heard the news, "congratulations to Suqiao's family, mother and son are safe."

"Born?"

A group of people all around the past, face hanging excited smile.

"I'm born. I'll send it to the ward a little later. You can wait a little longer."

"Thank you."

When a group of people danced excitedly, they found that old Kong was crying in the face of the wall... Br >

this is the first time to see him. What a tough man he is, he cried in the face of his wife and children?

If it's spread out, no one can believe it.

Muqiqi looks in his eyes and reaches out to stab the man around him. He whispers, "why didn't you cry when I was giving birth to little Yi?"

"I have something to cry about. My wish has been fulfilled, but he is different. He is a son and can't help it." Mo yanjue said it seriously, as if it was true.

Muqiqi glanced at him, "no right way!"

Soon, Suqiao was pushed out of the delivery room, and Kong Laosan, with red eyes, ran to her and held her hand tightly. "Qiao Qiao ~"

Su Qiao opened his tired eyes and was soaked with sweat. For the first time, he had no experience and didn't know how to use his strength, so he had been struggling for so long.

At the moment, I didn't have any strength. It was hard to open my eyes to see him.

"Three brothers..." seeing the red eyes and nose of three brothers, Suqiao was sad. She had a baby. What did he cry for?