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Shao Wenfeng took several new teas brought back from the south to the Han family to honor the old man.

When Father Han opened the door and saw him, he was not surprised at all. He happily reached out and took the tea leaves and patted him on the shoulder, and handed him a key. come on in."

Shao Wenfeng nodded and reached out to slam Ruo into his pocket and patted it.

He had a feeling that this stepfather accepted him, but if he was a father-in-law...he secretly curled his lips, as a father-in-law, he might not be ready for it.

"Father Han, has Han Mo called recently?" Although he knew that Han Mo should be in the hospital for an abortion at this time, he still asked.

He still doesn't know that Han Mo has safely given birth to a child. If he knows, he will definitely regret not being by Han Mo's side, but these are not important anymore.

Father Han nodded as he walked into the house, and said cheerfully, "Yes, there was another one yesterday, but it sounded like he was sick. Momo just doesn't know how to take care of herself. She is so old and sick. He said he would be back in half a year, and when the two of you brothers meet, you will definitely be able to chat."

Shao Wenfeng nodded, and kept saying yes, but he thought of Han Mo gnashing his teeth and staring at him, so he couldn't help but chuckle.

Father Han turned his head and glanced at him, thinking that this son is also quite good.Although it's not my own and I haven't known him for long, but it's been a good time in the past few months.

"Wenfeng, Dad has something to tell you." The old man smiled and took out an envelope, which contained many photos of men and women.

Shao Wenfeng knew at a glance that the old man wanted to be a matchmaker. The question was, who was the red line for?

"Father Han, are you leading me a red line?" He stretched out his hand to pick up the photos on the table a few times, and raised his eyebrows.I saw a few familiar people, tsk, this world is really small.

Father Han shook his head, pointed at some of the women with a smile, and tilted his head to look at Shao Wenfeng who was sitting beside him, "These are all daughters of my old friend's family, they are good-natured and good-looking, Momo I’m 27 during Chinese New Year, and it’s not a big deal to see 30-year-olds floating around outside, so help me find out which of these people is better.”

The old man was too busy looking at the handsome men and women in the photos, but he didn't notice Shao Wenfeng's stiff smile and cold eyes beside him.

Shao Wenfeng glanced at the old man, then turned to look at these men and women, squinted his eyes, thinking about it.

"Father Han, I know all of these people, and their personalities are pretty good..." He sighed lightly, then shook his head but stopped talking, but the expression of pursing his lips never made Father Han feel at ease.

"What is it? Why are you still hesitating, kid? I don't need to be frightened at such an age. If you have something to say, just say it." Father Han stared at Shao Wenfeng with a stern face, not to mention, the old man was stern The appearance is quite majestic, and he always smiles like a Maitreya Buddha, and he can't tell the slightest bit.

Shao Wenfeng shrugged and stretched out his hands to show Papa Han a few photos inside, and nuzzled, "These characters are fine, but their life style is very bad. I heard that they have had promiscuity, although it's just a rumor. Father Han, you should also know that this circle is so big, if anyone has something, they will definitely know."

After he finished speaking, he stood up, opened the tea gift box he brought, flipped through the tea leaves inside, and looked at Papa Han who was frowning and thinking with a smile.

"Father Han, I'm going to make tea, so don't think about it too much. We'd better wait for Momo to come back and ask him what he thinks. Maybe he will have a lover in this year." He is thinking about it now It was when Han Mo met after returning home with the child in his arms. He really wanted to know what Han Mo's reaction was when he saw him.

And whether the child is his own species, although he is 80.00% sure that it is his own, but Han Mo still needs to admit it.

He didn't want to make the relationship between the two of them stiff again, at least it was better than it is now.As for how to ease it... He looked at the photo of Han Mo on the TV cabinet and grinned lightly.

The caesarean section operation lasted for more than three hours. Yang Min took out a baby boy weighing seven catties from Han Mo's second uterus under general anesthesia. He took it out, then quickly turned around and handed it to the nurse behind.

The baby's cry came from his ears, loud and clear, and Han Mo, who was under anesthesia, moved his eyes lightly, as if he felt his son cry again.

Yang Min raised his eyebrows. This pregnant woman named Han Mo really has a strong will to survive. At least this is the first time he has seen such a pregnant woman who can still communicate with the child in a coma.

He carefully performed the second palace suture operation for Han Mo, this is to allow Han Mo to conceive again in the future, if the wound heals quickly, it may only take a year for Han Mo to conceive again.

The final stitching work is a delicate job, and Yang Min is very careful.

He is a conscientious and responsible obstetrician. He wants to ensure that his own life gets out of the operating table safely, and then he can be discharged home in good health.

Song Xinji, who was waiting outside your operating room, held Han Mo's cell phone tightly in his hand. He didn't dare to think about what he would do if something happened to Han Mo. He could only silently recite words like Amitabha Buddha desperately to comfort himself. pounding heart.

Until the control lights in the operating room dimmed, and then the electronic door opened to both sides, and Han Mo was pushed out.

"He's fine. He'll wake up after the anesthetic wears off in an hour. The baby is healthy. It's a baby boy at seven catties." He took the baby boy from the nurse and handed it to Song Xinji. The wrinkled baby's face, which has not yet opened its eyes, is moving and grabbing with its small hands. Song Xinji knows that this is just an unconscious movement of the baby.

His heart was completely relieved, he turned his head to look at Yang Min gratefully, and wanted to say something thankful, but he found that Yang Min had turned and left.

"Dr. Yang has performed three caesarean sections since yesterday, and he is tired now." The little nurse leaned over to look at the baby who was gasping with its small mouth open, and couldn't help but stretch out her hand to lightly poke his glowing red skin.

"It's the first time I've seen a baby born to a man. It's no different from other babies." And it seems that the skin of the babies is much redder than those babies she's seen. As the old saying goes, the redder the newborn's skin, the longer He'll be fairer and fairer when he grows up, his father is so handsome, this little guy must be a handsome guy in the future.

Song Xinji nodded with a smile, looked down at the baby in his arms with only a few fluffy lanugo, and patted the quilt lightly.

It was already eight o'clock in the evening when Han Mo woke up, he frowned slightly and slowly opened his eyes, blinked his dry eyes, opened his mouth, and tilted his head to take a look.

"..." Just now he heard the soft breathing in his ear, turned his head and saw the sweet baby sleeping face to face without thinking, he was startled without any mental preparation.

Raising his hand, he touched the little guy's red, soft and tender face. The smile on the corner of his mouth gradually widened, and finally he laughed silently, with tears rolling down the corners of his eyes.

It was his son, he could feel the little one's breath, he and his son were both safe and sound.

"Xiao Han? Wake up?" Song Xinji, who came in from the outside, was not surprised to see him crying and laughing at the same time. He had seen many pregnant women who were crying with joy after a safe delivery. They couldn't understand that feeling. .

"Do you feel any pain from the incision?" He shook the bed a little bit to make Han Mo adjust his posture, poured a glass of warm water and handed it to him.

Han Mo shook his head, the knife on his stomach made him feel a little uncomfortable, but he knew it was for sure, it would hurt a little when he breathed, but it should be fine.

"Thank you." He was very grateful for Song Xinji's care over the past few months.

Song Xinji raised his eyebrows, took a hot towel to help him wipe his face, and smiled softly, "Then do you want to give me your body? When you recover, give me a son as a thank you gift."

Han Mo weakly rolled his eyes to him, raised his hand and touched his son's tender face, his fingers were trembling slightly nervously.

Seeing his nervousness, Song Xinji shook his head and laughed, and walked over to pick up the sleeping baby and put it on his chest. Because Han Mo had an IV drip in one hand, he had to hold the baby lightly with the other hand, and he couldn't let him press down on him. The knife on the stomach, this is a very uncomfortable position.

"Hold him after you recover a little bit, and your posture will make him uncomfortable." Song Xinji shook the baby in his arms, the little guy breathed with his mouth half open, his wrinkled face was still flushed.

Han Mo frowned and tilted his head to think for a while. He always felt that his son's appearance was still somewhat different from his childhood photos, so he curled his lips in dissatisfaction.

"Song Xinji, my son looks nothing like when I was a child, and why is he so red?" The babies of those colleagues he saw were all white and tender, and none of them were as red as his son.

"Newborns are like this, and it will be fine in two days. This little thing of yours must be very handsome in the future. Look at this little eyebrow and small nose, it really looks like you." Song Xinji nodded the tip of the little guy's nose, and looked up. Looking at Han Mo with a smile.

"I don't think so." He stretched his neck and looked at the little guy, saying that whoever said that still smiled contentedly, this is his son, the son he gave birth to!He has a very proud feeling.

"I'm here for rounds." Yang Min, who came in with the report, glanced at Han Mo and Song Xinji, with a rare smile on his lips, "Han Mo, did you massage your breasts to stimulate the breasts before? If you don't have milk, just You can feed him with milk powder."

What he said was plain as if it was a normal thing, but Han Mo's eyes widened when he heard it, his scalp was numb, and his face became even more rosy, as if he was about to become Same with red tomatoes.

"Milk, milk, milk, milk?"

"Well, you didn't tell him?" Yang Min turned to look at Song Xinji with a surprised expression.

Colleagues will always meet in some seminars, so it is normal for Yang Min to know Song Xinji.

Song Xinji smiled awkwardly. He wanted to remind Han Mo. The problem was that he was afraid that he would scare Han Mo to death if he said such things as massaging, rubbing breasts, and breast-feeding.It's not easy for him to keep this little guy, but if he knows that he needs to breastfeed... Forget it, he doesn't want Han Mo to smash his house into pieces.

"Oh, it's fine if you don't know, it's too late for a massage anyway." Yang Min shrugged and went to lift the quilt to look at the bandage on his wound. There was no bleeding and nodded in satisfaction, "Remove the stitches in seven days." , come to my office if you have any questions."

He said this while looking at Song Xinji, Han Mo raised his eyebrows and looked him up and down, then glanced at Song Xinji who was looking down at the baby, rolled his eyes, and smiled.

He seemed to sense that something was not quite right.