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Cheng Xu gritted her teeth and endured the pain of contractions, adjusting her breathing under the guidance of the doctors and nurses around her.

"Relax, take a deep breath, and stabilize your emotions."

Cheng Xu was lying on the bed, with the sheets under her body already balled up in her hands.

Not nervous, not nervous, she took a deep breath to comfort herself.

"Very good. Now your cervix is ​​fully open. Let's try giving birth first. I'll tell you how to exert force."

Under the guidance of the doctor, she felt the time to exert her strength, and finally gave birth to the child in severe pain.

Han Chen hadn't returned home yet when he received a call from his neighbor while he was still in the institute. When he found out that Cheng Xu had given birth ahead of schedule, he almost couldn't hold the phone.

"Be careful with the phone."

It was the people around him who reminded him that Han Chen was about to get off work and had nothing to do. After receiving the news, he couldn't sit still at the institute.

"Please tell the dean for me."

He asked his colleagues around him to help, and he hurried to the hospital. When he arrived, Han's mother had already hugged her freshly baked granddaughter.

Cheng Xu also gave birth safely, but after experiencing the pushing and pushing at noon and the labor in the afternoon, she had long lost her energy and energy, and is still sleeping now.

"Mom, Xu Xu, she..."

Han Chen saw the sleeping Cheng Xu and the child in Han's mother's arms, feeling that everything in front of him was still a little unreal.

Mother Han looked at her granddaughter and didn't want to pay attention to Han Chen. She only focused on her granddaughter now: "Xuxu is fine, she is just tired. The doctor came to see her and said to observe her first.

Since you are here, please hold the baby first, and I will go outside to buy some milk powder so that the baby can eat. "

Han Chen felt a soft meat ball stuffed into his wrist. He subconsciously hugged the child tightly, fearing that he would drop the child.

Mother Han looked down on Han Chen's stunned state, like a fool: "Hold me well, you hurt my granddaughter, or I will whip you."

Now the cultural man wants to threaten someone, and this person is his own son.

Han Chen: "Mom, even if I throw myself, I can't throw my daughter."

Mother Han nodded with satisfaction before going out with confidence.

Cheng Xu woke up and saw Han Chen sitting by the bed holding his daughter.

She said weakly: "Why are you here?"

Han Chen suddenly raised his head when he heard Cheng Xu's voice: "Xuxu, you're awake. Are you feeling uncomfortable?"

Cheng Xu just felt very tired now. Even though she took a good nap, it couldn't calm her down. There was still pain in an unspeakable place.

Although Han Chen was her husband, she was still embarrassed to say it.

"I just said I'm very tired and can't relax now."

After giving birth to the child, she had not looked at the child carefully. Now that she had some energy, she wanted to take a closer look at the child.

"Show me the baby."

Han Chen thrust his daughter's little head in front of Cheng Xu's eyes. Cheng Xu saw his newborn daughter. Although he knew that newborn children were not beautiful or ugly, he always looked forward to his own children.

"This kid... looks like you."

It's not like her to be so ugly.

Han Chenwei felt the implication of Cheng Xu's words. At this moment, he was only immersed in the joy of having a daughter.

"I have been looking at her for a long time, and I think she looks like me. Look at her skin, which is white and rosy, look at her eyelashes, how long they are, and look at her mouth, which is pink."

Cheng Xu stared silently for a long time, unable to agree with what Han Chen said.