The baby in the belly seemed to be joking with them, or there was no movement at all. At this moment, it seemed that he couldn't stay in the belly, and was about to come out, but it didn't take long to reach the four fingers.

Even the nurse did not expect that so quickly, Jian Qing was pushed into the delivery room directly. The prenatal responsibility letter was signed by her own. When she signed the letter, fine sweat had already oozed out of her palms, and every stroke of her name was particularly difficult to write.

He knew that Lu Huaiyu did not mean it, and understood his work, but when she was particularly helpless, she was still sad uncontrollably and hoped that he would be with her side.

But this thought was only for a moment, and the severe pain made her unable to take care of other things.

The process of giving birth was chaotic and disorderly. Jian Qing didn't know how she had spent it. Her hair on her face was soaked with sweat and stuck to her face. She was in a mess and her body seemed to be about to be torn apart.

There is only the midwife and doctor's guidance and encouragement in my ears, and the time seems particularly long.

Until someone said, "The child is out-"

As if he had lost his strength in an instant, Jian Qing collapsed on the delivery bed.

The obstetrician and gynecologist hugged the little guy with red all over her, with a loving face and said to her softly, "Congratulations, you are a mother now."

Jian Qing was a little dazed and blinked in confusion.

She stared at the baby in the cradle, wrinkled her face, squinted her eyes, curled her hands into fists, waving her teethless mouth, as if she was laughing, and she felt like she was having a carefree look.

For no reason, her nose felt sore and hit the softest corner of her heart. The senses in a certain place were activated and she could no longer help crying.

After Jian Qing was pushed back to the ward, she was so tired that she closed her eyes and rested. Although her whole body felt like it was apart, she felt extremely relaxed. After all, she had removed more than a dozen pounds of weight.

Suddenly, the door in the ward suddenly opened.

Lu Huaiyu was gasping and stood at the door, his chest undulating, and the buttons and tie on the top of his shirt were all pulled loose and loose, no longer as meticulous as usual.

His eyes were scarlet and his eyes were staring straight at Jian Qing lying on the bed. He saw that her face was pale, haggard and weak, like a broken doll.

The heart felt as uncomfortable as if it was being grabbed hard.

Lu Huaiyu had imagined many kinds of production situations, but he did not expect that when Jian Qing was producing, he would be away.

He felt cold all over, and he couldn't help but tremble, leaving only endless fear, and he didn't dare to imagine how his little girl passed through the gates of hell by herself.

The guilty feeling grabbed him deeply, making him afraid to take a step forward.

Jian Qing frowned when she heard the sound at the door and opened her eyes.

Four eyes are opposite.

“…”

Jian Qing pulled the corner of her mouth with difficulty, "Is the surgery done?"

Her voice was hoarse and weak, low and light, and every time she said a word, it seemed like she had spent all her efforts.

"..." Lu Huaiyu walked towards her in a daze, squatted beside the bed, held her hand, and buried her face in her hand.

One by one, one by one, “I’m sorry”.

sorry.

Not able to be with her.

It became a regret that he would never be able to make up for in his entire life.

“…”

Jian Qing turned his head and could only see the faint and almost inaudible sobs of his hair. His hand was clenched with unknown water stains on his palms.

I originally thought that I would wait for him to come and scold him, but I couldn't remember a word.
Chapter completed!