game tiger play phoenix

Chapter 39

He and Bi Youji happily put their ears on his belly all day long, listening to the child's movement, and they said excitedly: "It's moving." Song Jingyan watched and gritted his teeth.

Hong Er was really cruel this time, she didn't even touch my child, it seems that Hong Er was really angry this time.

This day, the sun was very good, and it was very warm. Nangong Hong had a big belly. He put on a sable fur cape and moved a rattan chair to sit on the bridge to bask in the sun. He looked at his swollen belly tenderly. , touching back and forth, caressing as if the child was already in his arms...

"I don't know if it's a boy or a girl..." Nangong Hong rubbed his stomach and smiled.Although these months of pregnancy are very hard, but my heart is very warm. Thinking of the child growing up in my belly day by day, sleeping, eating, and basking in the sun with me, my heart is full, and I feel very satisfied. very happy.

"It's just your father, I'm going to teach him a lesson, don't show him any color, and just bully me in the future." Nangong Hong said to his stomach dissatisfied.Can you hear me, kid?It's justifiable for me to treat your father like this. It's not that I don't want your father to love you. It's just that your father has done a little too much. If you don't punish me, you really think I'm easy to bully.

"Hong'er..." Song Jingyan leaned over cautiously, squatted down beside him, and called him with a smile.

Nangong Hong ignored him and simply closed his eyes to enjoy the sunshine.

Song Jingyan made a bitter face. Isn't the punishment of more than four months not enough? Why is he still unwilling to forgive me?

"Hong'er, don't be angry, can you let me rub your stomach?" Song Jingyan begged.

There was no response, Nangong Hong acted as if he hadn't heard...

"Good Honger, I know I was wrong, I really know, don't be angry with me, okay? You see, it's been four months, this anger should go away, talk to me, okay?" Song Jingyan I don't know how many times I said these words, but the result was the same anyway, Song Jingyan still kept apologizing.

As Song Jingyan expected, he still didn't respond.

"Hong'er, you want to strangle me to death..."

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"Bring some plums." Nangong Hong said slightly.

"Okay, come right away!" Song Jingyan ran away in a panic.

"Pfft!" Nangong Hong finally couldn't help laughing, looked at his leaving back, and snorted: "I told you to bully me in the future, have you tasted the pain?" Turned his head and continued to bask in the sun.

These four months are enough for him. Every time I see his expression when he sees his parents touching my belly, I want to be happy. That expression is like a child who has been robbed of candy. , The child in my stomach is also his child, how can he not want to feel it, he feels the same as me, how I hope this child can be born soon and grow up healthy and healthy.

Song Jingyan quickly took some sour plums out of the wooden house, handed the plums to him, and continued to squat beside him silently watching him.

He took a piece of plum meat and chewed it in his mouth. From time to time, he looked at Song Jingyan beside him, with a look of anticipation on his face, and Nangong Hong snickered from the bottom of his heart.I thought he was short of a tail flicking behind him.

Nangong Hong grabbed Song Jingyan's hand and put it on his belly, and said in a low voice, "How do you feel?"

Song Jingyan was so excited that he couldn't speak, thinking that his child was under his palm. This feeling cannot be described in words.Suddenly, feeling a slight movement in his stomach, Nangong Hong frowned slightly.

"I feel it, the child is moving! He is moving, Hong Er, do you feel it?" Song Jingyan looked at Nangong Hong excitedly and said.

"Of course I can feel it. This baby is very skinny." Nangong Hong's stomach hurts a bit, but this pain is sweet, and only he can feel this kind of happy pain. His baby is moving in his stomach.

Song Jingyan took his hands away, and carefully put his ears on his belly. Nangong Hong smiled and stroked Song Jingyan's hair...

"I can really hear the movement..." Song Jingyan said cheerfully while listening.I was very excited in my heart: "My dear, don't kick your father so painfully, my dear, ah..." He gently touched his belly and said.

"Hehe..." Nangong Hong chuckled.

"Hong'er, thank you for your hard work." Song Jingyan said while holding his hands.

"No problem, it will be your turn after the child is born." Nangong Hong said with a smile.

"What?" Song Jingyan stared at him blankly.What do you mean by that?

"What do you think? Wouldn't it be good to add another sibling to this child?" Nangong Hong raised his eyebrows and said.Song Jingyan, this time it's your turn to taste what it's like to be pregnant.

Song Jingyan's face turned green...

"If you don't want to, I'll take the child back to Yangzhou, and you can live by yourself." Nangong Hong said indifferently.

"Don't, don't, don't! Hong'er, don't keep going back to Yangzhou, I agree with you." Song Jingyan said helplessly.Isn't it just a child, your grandfather's, I was born!Since Hong Er can give birth, why can't I, Song Jingyan, give birth!

Song Jingyan agreed straight away. He wanted to give birth to a baby, so that's all. Unfortunately, at noon on the day when Nangong Hong gave birth, Song Jingyan took a deep breath...

"Oh! It hurts so much, Song Jingyan! Bastard, I won't have a baby! Ah... mother! I don't want to have a baby!"

Nangong Hong's heart-piercing cry came from the inner room, and Song Jingyan, who was guarding the door, paced back and forth at the door, water came out of his anxious fists.

"You son of a bitch, don't dangle around!" Sun Mantou took a mouthful of the pipe in his hand, and his legs were shaking as he sat on the stool.

There was a sudden silence in the room. Song Jingyan stopped, lay on the door, and listened to the movement inside. There was no sound for a long time. Song Jingyan was very anxious and asked, "Mother! What's going on? Why is there no sound?"

"You son of a bitch! Don't make noise, Hong'er has passed out." Bi Youji's anxious voice came from inside.

"What? Old woman! What should I do then?" Sun Mantou was also in a hurry, and ran to the door and shouted.

"Mother! Hong'er will be okay?" Song Jingyan's back burst into cold sweat. It seems that Hong'er has gone through so much trouble giving birth. It seems that giving birth to a baby is not an easy task. I hope Hong'er can forget about it. Otherwise I will have to suffer this crime.

"You two, shut up, old lady!" Bi Youji roared in the room.

The two people outside the door covered their mouths at the same time, and put their ears on the door at the same time...

Time passed bit by bit, the hearts of the father and father at the door were raised to their throats, but there was no sound from inside. Song Jingyan was worried about what would happen to Nangong Hong, and was sweating profusely, but he couldn't make a sound.

After half a stick of incense, there was finally a clear cry of a baby in the room.

"Wow wow..."

Sun Mantou and Song Jingyan stared blankly at each other, stayed there for a while, then came back to their senses and grinned.

"Your grandfather's is finally born!" Sun Man patted his thigh excitedly and said.

"Father! I'm a father, I'm a father! Hahaha..." Song Jingyan smiled from ear to ear, grabbed Sun Mantou's shoulder and shook vigorously.

"Don't shake it, you have shaken this old bone apart!" Sun Mantou pulled his hands away and said, but he couldn't restrain his excitement in his heart.

"Come in and help!" Bi Youji shouted from the room.

After Song Jingyan listened, he immediately opened the door and walked in. Sun Mantou was also eager to see his grandson, so he followed him into the room.

The bed was blood red, it was horrible, Nangong Hong was lying on the bed with his eyes closed, his face was pale and bloodless, his forehead was covered with sweat, his legs were arched, and there was already blood dripping between them, Bi Youji sat on him At her feet, she held a newborn baby wrapped in swaddling clothes in her arms. Her head was covered with sweat, and her eyes looked at the child in her arms, full of pity and tenderness. She patted the baby with her blood-stained hands. The infant child coaxed him softly.

"Hong'er!" Song Jingyan's heart tightened, and he threw himself on the bed and called him.Why is it like this, how did you make it like this after giving birth to a child!

Song Jingyan tightly grasped his pale hand, his nose was sore, he knew he would not have given birth, looking at the blood on the bed, Song Jingyan blamed himself and felt annoyed at the same time.

"Old lady, is Hong'er okay?" Although the grandson was born safely, Hong'er looked quite dangerous.

"It's okay, I just passed out from the pain, it's really hard for him." Bi Youji looked at the unconscious Nangong Hong distressedly.

"Is it a boy or a girl?" Sun Mantou looked closely at the child and asked.

"It's a kid." Bi Youji said with a smile.

"Give me a hug." Sun Mantou took over the swaddling baby, carefully hugging the baby in his arms, looking at the unopened baby in the swaddling baby, he couldn't help feeling a burst of warmth welling up in his heart.

Look at how handsome this kid is, yo, look at this little nose, how cute this little mouth is.

The more Sun Mantou looked at it, the happier he was, holding the child very carefully: "Boy, I am your grandfather, remember, hehe." Sun Mantou looked at the child and smiled silly.

Song Jingyan is completely in the mood to estimate what they are doing now, and is worried that Hong Er will go crazy with worry.

"Huzi, I used my internal strength to deliver Hong'er, but now I have no strength, you can help Hong'er wipe his body, carry him to my room to rest, and change the bedding on the bed." Bi Youji said weakly. Said.

After pouring hot water, Song Jingyan carefully took off Hong Er's clothes, and carefully wiped his body. When he wiped his legs, Song Jingyan's heart felt as if it was cut by a knife. Tears welling up in his eyes finally wiped Hong Er clean, changed him into clean clothes, gently picked him up horizontally, carried him to the couch in the second elder's bedroom, covered him with the quilt, and tucked him in.