Yuji hits the big boss

Zhou Yuan never thought that he would see his own child, that little life covered in mucus and blood, crying "Wow" and being held on the palm of Gu Chunfeng's hand, waiting for him to cut the umbilical cord.

He had never seen an umbilical cord, and he didn't remember what the umbilical cord looked like when he was born. At this time, he was frightened by this intestine-like thing, and the assistant next to Gu Chunfeng gave him a pair of scissors, urging him to cut the umbilical cord quickly.

At this time, being a father can't back down, Zhou Yuan gritted his teeth, held the scissors and stretched out his hands as if nothing happened, but he still didn't dare to look, so he turned his face and quickly reached out to cut.

"Huh—" Zhou Yuan let out a long breath, and it was over.

"Not cut!"

Zhou Yuan heard Gu Chunfeng's voice muffled in the mask, and quickly turned his head to see that the umbilical cord was cut a little, but most of it was still connected, so he had to pick up the scissors again.

The assistant got a little impatient, reached out to take his scissors, and cut them cleanly.

Zhou Yuan wiped his face with his hands, then sat heavily on the chair beside the bed, watching the doctors and nurses busy tightening the umbilical cord, wiping the body, and weighing the child, he felt a little lost. He had thought about cutting the umbilical cord himself for a long time. Yes, why did you get soft before the battle?

Next time, next time he must cut his son's umbilical cord with his own hands!Zhou Yuan encouraged himself in his heart.

"1635 grams! Mr. Zhou, congratulations, the little guy is really strong, weighing more than 8 catties." Gu Chunfeng handed the wrapped child over for Zhou Yuan to look at.

Zhou Yuan quickly put the baby next to the face of the person who was still lying on the bed, and together with Song Xiaochen looked at this red, wrinkled, plump newborn baby like a little old man.

The child just cried a lot and was tired. At this time, he closed his eyes and fell asleep, with his two little hands curled up. The fist was so small that it couldn't fit a finger of Zhou Yuan.

Zhou Yuan kissed the child's little hand, and while no one was looking, he kissed Song Xiaochen's forehead again, and said in a low voice, "I love you..."

Song Xiaochen blinked, and replied with a weak voice: "Nicky! If you love me, bring something real!"

Zhou Yuan asked: "What are you talking about?"

Song Xiaochen smacked his lips and said, "Braised pork!"

"People say you want to eat eggs..." Zhou Yuan took out a box of eggs placed under the bed, and wanted to peel it open and let him eat one.It was the red egg cooked by Zhang's mother in advance.

Song Xiaochen shook his head: "Braised pork, boiled fish, Sixi meatballs, deep-fried prawns! Don't talk about eggs!"

Zhou Yuan had no choice but to put the egg back.

Here Gu Chunfeng urged: "Okay, it's all over, let's go out! There are still people waiting outside!"

Only then did the two stop, but Song Xiaochen quickly closed his eyes and pretended to be asleep. Zhou Yuan didn't know why, and without thinking too much, he followed the child out of the operating room.

As expected, the people outside were waiting impatiently. When they saw the door of the operating room opened, they surrounded them with a huff. Gu Chunfeng pulled off his mask and said to Mr. Zhou, "Congratulations, mother and child are safe."

Everyone watched Song Xiaochen and the child, and followed the cart back to the ward.

Song Xiaochen closed his eyes and secretly shrank his head under the quilt, twitching the corners of his mouth.

Damn, this person lost it, and he can't lose it forever in this life.

Zhou Yuan handed the child over, freeing his hands to dig him out from under the quilt.

Song Xiaochen saw that everyone surrounded the child first and still cared about him, so he gave Zhou Yuan a look: "Why?"

Zhou Yuan said softly: "Don't cover your head, who are you trying to scare?"

Song Xiaochen thought about it, but yes, covering his head in the hospital would scare people, but he was congratulated in broad daylight under the watchful eyes of a group of people, he really wanted to find a hole to get in.

The whole family surrounded the child, Song Xiaochen and Zhou Yuan were whispering, but looked out from time to time.

At this time, a person came over.

Song Xiaochen just looked at him straight.

The visitor was in his early 50s, his hair was a little gray at the temples, he was tall and burly, but his back was a bit lumpy, and the expression on his face looked complicated.

Song Xiaochen seemed a little disappointed, frowned and said nothing.

Zhou Yuan hurriedly said to him: "This, this is your father."

Song Xiaochen said "ah" and asked strangely: "Really? Are you sure?"

Zhou Yuan was also surprised: "Didn't I show you the photo? I showed you without even looking at it. Could it be that the photo is too different from the person?"

Huang Anting stopped Zhou Yuan and said, "Don't worry, Xiaochen, your name is Xiaochen, right? You rest first, get healthy, and I will come to see you later. By the way, Mr. Zhou, take a photo for me."

Huang Anting took out his mobile phone and asked Zhou Yuan to take a photo with Song Xiaochen for him.Zhou Yuan quickly took it and took a photo of Huang Anting standing beside Song Xiaochen.

Just as the old man and Zhou Qunrui also came to see Song Xiaochen, Huang Anting left.

Song Xiaochen looked at his back slowly walking out of the ward door with a confused face.

The whole family was very excited because of the child, but Song Xiaochen didn't feel anything at all, he urged Zhou Yuan to get food quickly, he was almost starving to death.Then he was anxious about when he could be discharged from the hospital.

Song Xiaochen knew that Xie Zheng's cousin was working in this hospital. If he saw it, he wondered if it would be leaked to Jiang Bai. They knew that Jiang Bai was the last person he could keep secret. He really wanted to stay. One last bit of face.

He was supposed to be hospitalized for a week, but one day the nurse came in to change his dressing, and the door was left open. Song Xiaochen suddenly saw Jiang Bai walking over with the child in his arms.

God!

Song Xiaochen was terrified, and he would leave the hospital no matter what, he would rather change to a small hospital for infusion, or simply go to the community hospital in the community for infusion.Zhou Yuan had no choice but to take him back, and Gu Chunfeng went to give him infusions every day.

The Zhou family had a queen, and the old man was so happy that he didn't want to go back to the villa he lived in, so he stayed at Zhou Yuan's house, and lived in the villa next to Zhou Yuan with his son Zhou Qunrui. Gathered to Zhou Yuan's side, everyone started a big discussion about the child's name.

In fact, Song Xiaochen was terribly annoyed, he didn't want to see people, his belly was still so big, he couldn't walk, and he always had to accept other people's onlookers and congratulations.

Although Song Xiaochen didn't know whether they were sincere or fake, he couldn't type out a smile on his face, so he could only respond with a smile. After a few days, his face became stiff.

I'm so bored!

Zhou Yuan ran to tell his grandfather about this matter, Mr. Zhou waved his hand empathetically, and before the child's name was decided, he forcibly left with a mighty team and gave them a private room. space and time.

The house was finally empty, and Song Xiaochen made time to look at the child. Every night he put the child with Zhang's mother. He and Zhou Yuan really couldn't handle it. Now that everyone is gone, Zhang's mother came to take care of him. one time.

This child is also strange, he doesn't like to cry, he only cries when he is really hungry, peeing, and other times he is sleeping or looking at people with his eyes wide open, and he doesn't smile, he looks very serious.

Taking advantage of Zhou Yuan's absence, Song Xiaochen secretly poked his face. The baby's wrinkled face hadn't fully grown yet, and he turned to look at him seriously. Song Xiaochen said, "You don't look like a child, why don't you smile?" Ah!" Then she poked and poked his face, but she didn't feel satisfied, so she pinched his tender cheeks with her hands.

The child stared blankly at Song Xiaochen for a few seconds, then suddenly frowned, opened his small toothless mouth, and burst into tears with a "wow".

Song Xiaochen hurriedly picked him up and coaxed him.

Zhou Yuan walked in and asked, "What's the matter? It was fine just now, why are you crying?"

Song Xiaochen shook the child while answering: "It's all right, it's probably just practicing his voice. Look, he has a really good voice, just like me!"

Zhou Yuan leaned over and took a look at the swaddling clothes, and said, "I think you must have pinched him again, otherwise why is your face a little red?"

Song Xiaochen quibbled: "Who pinched him? He just loves to cry, otherwise you can ask your father if you were like this when you were a child? Don't interrupt me if you haven't raised a child before!"

Zhou Yuan silently shut up and went out to make soup.

Song Xiaochen put down the child, took the phone, took out the photo album, and looked at the photo again.

Zhou Yuan sent him the photos to his mobile phone so that he can view them on his mobile phone anytime.They studied the photo every day and were familiar with it. Song Xiaochen felt that even without looking at the photo, he could recognize the person in it.

After Huang Anting left, he called back and said that he was making arrangements and would arrive in a few days.Song Xiaochen and Zhou Yuan were very happy, Song Xiaochen said, I also have a family and parents, although it is a bit strange, but I don't care.

Zhou Yuan laughed at him for burning the buns.

At noon on the third day, Zhou Yuan personally went to the airport to pick him up.

Song Xiaochen waited at home anxiously.

The time has come to 10 o'clock, 11 o'clock, 12 o'clock, 1 o'clock...

Song Xiaochen paced back and forth in the living room.

The sound of a car engine came from outside the gate.

Song Xiaochen hastily pressed the button to open the door.

The door opened, and Zhou Yuan's car drove in slowly.

Song Xiaochen quickly opened the door and went out to have a look.

The car door opened, Zhou Yuan came out first, then opened the back seat, Huang Anting got out of the car.

After Huang Anting got out of the car, he bent down and stood beside the car and stretched out his hand.

A hand stretched out to hold Huang Anting's hand, and the people inside used their strength to come out and stand up.

Song Xiaochen desperately opened his eyes wide, watching the man slowly walk over.

He is a bit thin, wearing a gray short-sleeved shirt with dark embroidery and black pants. He is very thin and looks like he is in his 40s. He has a metal cane in his left hand and looks a little lame.

The years have made people stained with wind and frost, and the man has sporadic white hair on his temples, wrinkles at the corners of his eyes, and the word Sichuan between his eyebrows.

If these things are thrown away, he and Song Xiaochen are almost printed in the same mold.

Oh, no, it might not be objective to say this. This person has a deeper outline, thicker eyebrows, deeper eyes, and a colder temperament.The corners of the mouth were tightly pursed, and the eyes were too deep, as if they were full of emotions that outsiders could not see clearly.

There was no need for any scientific test, Song Xiaochen immediately concluded that this person was his father.

It's one thing to look at a photo, another to see a real person, and that strange feeling cannot be described in words.

But he didn't feel as excited as he had predicted.

He imagined for more than 20 years, day after day, what would happen to him if he could find his family.But now that he really saw it, after the initial excitement, he quickly calmed down.She wasn't even surprised to see that her biological father was a man.

He even resented a little, he could have lived happily, but fate made him suffer zhem or they could not have him born, or strangled him when he was born, or threw him into the river to drown, it was better than It’s good to have worked so hard for decades.

It's not that he dislikes the hardships of life, he just feels that he has nowhere to live like a floating weed.

Everyone has a family and roots, but he doesn't. Even Song Xi and the others can scold him at any time.

The man walked up to Song Xiaochen, and said with difficulty: "Are you okay? My child?" His voice was a little trembling, and his accent was a little strange, but surprisingly, his voice was surprisingly good, like a baritone being lightly Lightly plucked the strings, low and clear.