About the fact that my opening elf is Little Nebula

After listening to Song Xiuluan's words, Fu Ying laughed heartily as he thought of a scene that might happen in the future.

Qin Wanyang glared at him: "Keep your voice down, don't wake up Qingqing and Pengpeng."

Although the interior and exterior rooms are well soundproofed, it's best to be careful.

Fu Ying, who was scolded by her wife, quickly stopped talking and put her hand to her mouth as if to seal her mouth. She didn't look like an old man at all.

Father Lu secretly grabbed Mother Lu's hand and shook it, telling her through actions that when they reach their old age, they will grow old together like Fu Ying and Qin Wanyang, and their love will be as strong as gold.

Mother Lu pulled her hand back a little embarrassed and glared at him quietly.

Qin Wanyang smiled in his heart, looked at the people with a light blue color in their eyes, and said thoughtfully: "Everyone came here all night long and didn't sleep all night. Now Qingqing's mother and child are safe. There are Yisheng, nanny, nutritionist, nurse and medical staff. Let’s have some food and rest first. When the outside world knows about the baby’s birth tomorrow, media reporters will inevitably come to harass us all.”

When everyone heard it, no one objected.

Except for the young and vigorous Song Xiuluan, the others are all elderly. The youngest Ning Anping is 50 years old. It was not hard to wait before, but now that the mother and son are safe, they are full of fatigue and their eyelids are fighting. Even though Even the excitement can't resist the deep sleepiness.

Let's rest first and replenish our energy, then take care of Lu Qingqing and the baby.

There are many rooms on this floor, and they are very luxurious suites, which are convenient for everyone to wash and rest.

At five o'clock, it was just dawn, but the super VIP ward area was silent.

Fu Yisheng didn't rest. He took a shower and changed clothes. He sat on the edge of the bed and stared at his sleeping wife quietly. On his left hand side was the baby's stroller. The baby was neither noisy nor fussy. He closed his eyes.

And sleep.

The fruit of their love.

very nice.

Fu Yisheng took out his cell phone, which had been muted for a long time, and quietly took pictures of his son.

The ugly appearance is not covered up at all.

Beauty?No need.

With more than a dozen photos saved on her phone, Fu Yisheng began to check the incoming messages.

Afraid of disturbing Lu Qingqing, she didn't answer unimportant calls and only read messages.

A large number of reporters were squatting outside the hospital. The news that Lu Qingqing was admitted to the hospital to give birth had spread all over the world. Naturally, relatives and friends called or sent messages to inquire about the specific situation, for fear of being a step behind others.

Fu Yisheng thought for a while, decisively ignored most people's messages, and only sent one message to their brothers' group.

"Qingqing and the baby, mother and child are safe. An official announcement will be made tomorrow."

Then, he ignored the roar of congratulations in the group and sent an identical message back to Tang Tang using Lu Qingqing's mobile phone.

As smart as Tang Tang, he immediately understood the meaning.

During her time living on Hong Kong Island, the people she came into contact with were either rich or noble. She already knew the prosperity of local Feng Shui. Many wealthy families did not tell the outside world the true birthdays of their children and grandchildren, and would often tell outsiders on the second day after their children were born. It will be officially announced a few days later or kept secret, blurring out the birthday in order to protect the child's safety.

Therefore, Tang Tang suppressed his eagerness and endured it until the next morning before going to the hospital pretending to be nonchalant.

Afraid that Zhuzhu's young age would disturb Lu Qingqing and the baby, she handed Zhuzhu to Wang Ming and went out alone.

After arriving at the destination, as soon as she got off the car and before entering the hospital gate, Tang Tang was surrounded by reporters who had been waiting for a day and two nights. Their long (mucang) and short guns were aimed at her, and questions were thrown at her one after another. It has to be like a barrage of fire.