Fresh and tender little Tianhou: Uncle, hold me tight!

Chapter 415 Baby, I am your father!

After a long time, Song Tingyue let go of Meng Yinyin.

Her pink cherry lips were red and swollen, full of Song Tingyue's smell.

Meng Yinyin looked angrily at Song Tingyue who kissed at the slightest disagreement: "I said I don't want to see you again!"

"I'm here to see the child. You also said that I can come and see the child at any time."

Song Tingyue remembered everything Meng Yinyin said.

Block her with her words.

Meng Yinyin was blocked for words by him.

"I want to touch my baby."

Song Tingyue put his big hands on Meng Yinyin's protruding stomach as he spoke.

Her belly is pointed and firm, and many experienced pregnant mothers say that she is pregnant with a son.

She doesn't care about her son or daughter, as long as she is healthy and safe.

The second time Song Tingyue touched Meng Yinyin's stomach was in a completely different mood from the first time.

For the first time, he thought it was Leng Moran's child, apart from heartache, he was lonely, but now, joy filled his heart.

His child is really as beautiful as a dream!
Seeing Song Tingyue smiling like a fool, Meng Yinyin suddenly regained her mental balance.

In the past, she always wanted to see Song Tingyue's jokes, but every time she was the one who was laughed at, her self-esteem was severely hit.

I finally saw Song Tingyue's joke today, and I was secretly refreshed.

Song Tingyue not only touched but also kissed, squatting on the ground, suddenly lifted up Meng Yinyin's yoga clothes, showing her white and tender belly.

He took a sip and kissed her.

After kissing him, he said, "Baby, I am your father."

Meng Yinyin couldn't laugh or cry, she was too childish.

Seeing the gauze on the back of Song Tingyue's head, Meng Yinyin's heart twitched: "Is your wound recovering well?"

"Very good." Song Tingyue kissed again before standing up.

He held Meng Yinyin's hand tightly, and said seriously, "Follow me back to Jiangcheng."

"I won't go back to Jiangcheng with you." Meng Yinyin wanted to break free from Song Tingyue's hand, but he hugged her directly.

Meng Yinyin panicked.

"Put me down..."

Song Tingyue warned with a cold face: "Don't move, you will hurt the child if you fall."

Sure enough, Meng Yinyin didn't dare to move anymore, and begged weakly: "Let me down, please, I still have to take yoga class."

"Don't make trouble, I want to talk to my son."

"..."

Song Tingyue ignored Meng Yinyin's pleas and carried her into the car parked outside the maternity hospital.

Meng Yinyin was sitting in the back seat, with Song Tingyue's face pressed against her stomach.

Hold this position for at least 10 minutes.

But all he could hear was gurgling.

"Why can't I hear the baby's heartbeat?"

This is how you listen to your baby's heartbeat on TV.

Meng Yinyin couldn't laugh or cry: "Of course you can't hear it like this. With a special instrument, put it on your stomach, and you can hear the baby's heartbeat."

"Is there such an instrument?"

Song Tingyue said that it was unheard of and very fresh.

Being a father for the first time, I am full of curiosity about everything.

"Yes, a fetal heart rate monitor, a small microphone connected to a loudspeaker, placed on the stomach, you can hear the baby's heartbeat."

Meng Yinyin still remembered that when she heard the baby's heartbeat for the first time, she was so excited that she almost cried.

That feeling, don't be too happy.

"I want to hear it now, where can I buy it?" Song Tingyue was eager to try.

Meng Yinyin thought for a while and said, "There are in the maternity hospital, I can take you to listen."

"Great, let's go, let's go now."

Looking at Song Tingyue who couldn't wait, Meng Yinyin laughed dumbly.

This guy will definitely be a child slave in the future.

(End of this chapter)