Chapter Seventy-Two: Becoming a Mother

In the hospital, He Xiyan was still lying on the hospital bed. She was conceived in October and gave birth, and she exhausted all her strength. At this moment, she can't even speak.

From time to time, she looked at the baby in the confinement wife's arms, her son, a 7-jin baby.

"Auntie, let me have a look." Her voice was as soft as a mosquito, but Aunt Yang still heard it.

She carefully placed the baby beside He Xiyan.

He Xiyan turned her head, and soon the baby's small face appeared in front of her eyes. The baby hadn't grown up yet, and the skin was red, but even so, it could be seen from the basic facial features. It will definitely be a beautiful and lovely baby with exquisite facial features. The baby woke up. He clenched his fists tightly and kept staring at the lights on the ceiling. His eyelashes were very long and blinked from time to time, which was very cute.

"Miss He, your baby is so beautiful and cute. When he grows up, he will be just like his father. He will be tall and handsome. He must be a heartthrob." Aunt Yang, who has been a confinement wife for many years, said nice things when she opened her mouth. It's just that the word "Dad" in her mouth pierced the woman in front of her like a needle.

He Xiyan pursed her lips bitterly, she woke up her nose, and forcibly held back the tears that were about to fall in her eyes.

She knew that the aunt had misunderstood.

Her baby has no father, and his biological father is holding their grand wedding with another woman at the moment, and even their son is a month older than her baby.

But she will love her baby very much, and give her baby the missing father's love.

Ye Hao bought porridge and some fruits and came over.

He put the fruit aside, and took out the freshly cooked eight-treasure porridge.

"Eat something, don't faint again." He sat on the edge of the bed, carefully lifted the woman up and leaned against the edge of the bed, his gaze fell on that haggard, bloodless face, which made his heart ache. It hurts.

He scooped up the porridge in the bowl with a spoon and handed it to the woman's mouth like feeding a child.

"Eat it." He ordered her, with elusive emotions in his eyes besides distress.

Even he himself didn't realize that since when did he love this woman so much.

He Xiyan ate the porridge fed by the man, she blinked, and the corners of her eyes became sore again, under the light, there was a hazy layer of fog again.

She opened her mouth and ate everything he fed.

When she was most vulnerable and helpless, this man who had known him for less than a year was by her side. He never asked her for anything, but he always helped her silently.

"What are you looking at?" Ye Hao pursed his lips, feeling a little embarrassed being stared at by a woman, but his heart was warm, even though that child was not his son, and he had always hated this unborn child before.

But when the baby really came, he found that he didn't hate it that much, and even thought the little doll was cute, which aroused the unactivated fatherly love in his life.

After feeding some porridge, he covered He Xiyan with a quilt, turned around and stared at the baby in his aunt's arms.

I don't know how such a small one can be born so hard.

"Give it to me!" He stretched out his long arms.

Aunt Yang pursed her lips and smiled, carefully handing the baby to the man who was 30cm taller than her.

"Xiaobao, daddy hug me."