I just want to be a group pet

Chapter 1990 Lie Yan: A Young Master

"Get out! Get out!" Murong Yan was sweating profusely.

"I'll be with you." Dugulie said firmly, his whole body was tense, this was a tension he had never felt before.

Her Yan'er had worked so hard to give birth to him, how could he just sit outside and enjoy the fruits of it.

His heart hurts.

It hurts to mix together.

His eye circles were red, tears were streaming down his face, and his brows were tightly knit: "Yan'er, I'm sorry, I'm sorry for making you suffer."

Murong Yan suppressed her cry and wanted to bite her lips, but Dugu Lie stuffed her hand in: "Yan'er, don't bite yourself, bite me."

She wanted to refuse, but the labor pains swept over her, and she bit Dugulie's hand violently.

The teeth were firmly embedded in Dugu Lie's flesh.

"Ma'am, you need to work hard. The child is small and will be born smoothly. Don't be nervous." Wen Po said.

Murong Yan felt that she was going to collapse, and in the last burst of exertion, she heard a weak, gasping baby crying.

Her frown was slowly loosened. She was exhausted and had drained all the strength from her body. The water on her body from the bath before was mixed with the sweat from when the little meatballs were born just now, and the bed was all wet. She moved her fingers with difficulty, and her pale lips parted slightly: "Let me... have a look."

Dugulie was overwhelmed with excitement, his legs were stiff, he was cautious and apprehensive, and tremblingly took the soft, wrinkled little meatball from Mrs. Wen's hand.

"It's the young master." Wen Po said happily.

This is his son, his and Murong Yan's son.

So small, so soft, so fragile, just lying in his arms so quietly.

Facing the little meatball, Dugu Lie was extremely gentle, he put the little meatball in front of Murong Yan: "Yan'er, this is our son."

Murong Yan turned her face to the side and looked at Little Rouwan softly, tears shed as she watched, "Why isn't he crying?"

I remember when she was giving birth to Tangtang, Tangtang cried very loudly and loudly, wishing she could cry for three days and three nights before giving up, as if she had a lot of dissatisfaction with coming into this world.

But why did Little Rouwan stop crying after crying so few times?

Murong Yan couldn't help feeling a little worried.

Wen Po wiped the sweat from her forehead and said, "Ma'am, don't worry, this little boy was born young and weak, so he didn't cry so loudly."

Murong Yan felt guilty in her heart.

Because of Tangtang, she couldn't eat, and she was sad all day long, which caused the little meatball to be in poor health.

Murong Yan looked at the wrinkled little ball with great distress: "Why is he so thin and small."

"It'll be fine when I grow up." Seeing her guilt-ridden look, Dugu Lie couldn't help comforting her.

Murong Yan weakly raised her finger to touch Little Rouwan's little hand.

Little Rouwan seemed to feel her mother's breath, and stretched out her small hand to grab Murong Yan's fingers.

Murong Yan wept with joy, with complicated sour bubbles in her heart.

"Yan'er." Dugulie handed the little meatball to Granny Wen, and asked her to bathe the little meatball. He lowered his eyes and said, "I... will leave you and the little meatball temporarily."

Hearing this, the person on the couch froze.

"I'm going to lead soldiers to fight." Dugulie held her hand and put it on his lips and kissed deeply: "I am relieved to see you give birth to the little meatball safely, I know, you always hope I can be loyal to the imperial court and give you a home. Apart from being the suzerain of the rivers and lakes, I know that I am not worthy of you. This time I will make a great contribution and come back. I will stand proudly beside you, little meatball, and... ...by Tangtang's side."

(End of this chapter)