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Chapter 174 Looking forward to a happy life for a family of four

Tang Zhihuan drove home, and Song's parents and Song Xixi were waiting for him to come back for dinner.

After eating, Tang Zhihuan accompanied Song Xixi to digest and walk around in the living room. Doctor Bai suggested that pregnant women should move more and exercise more in the last few months, so that they will have strength when they are born, and they will not be physically weak when they are half born. Suffer a lot.

Song Xixi saw Tang Nianxi's child today, and was both looking forward to and nervous about the two little ones that would be born in her womb, how would she give birth to the child.

The more she thought about it, Song Xixi felt a little scared, worried that there would be an accident during the childbirth.

She often sees pregnant women bleeding heavily on her mobile phone, the doctor asks whether to protect the older ones or the younger ones, and the pregnant women are difficult to deal with, so they go directly to the gate of hell...

"What will I do if I can't give birth..."

Tang Zhihuan supported her waist, aware of Song Xixi's gradually uneasy mood, and comforted her in a gentle voice: "Don't worry, everything will go well. Doctor An said that the child is normal, so don't scare yourself."

Song Xixi glared at him suddenly: "It wasn't your birth, of course you don't have backache anymore when you are standing and talking!"

"..." He couldn't give birth to this either.

However, Tang Zhihuan was very good at admitting his mistakes, and apologized softly: "I'm sorry, I'm sorry."

After walking for half an hour, Song Xixi was tired. Tang Zhihuan helped her to sit on the sofa, massaged her calf, thought for a while and suggested, "You can play a video chat with Yu Cha, and you won't be nervous if you chat for a while. gone."

"I charge my phone in the bedroom."

The man put down her legs, got up and went to the bedroom: "I'll get it for you."

The phone's battery was fully charged, Song Xixi sent a WeChat video to Yu Cha, and it was quickly connected.

The plump face of muskmelon came close to the camera, the small face was white and tender, when she saw Song Xixi, she called out sweetly: "Godmother."

Song Xixi smiled and said, "Xiao Xianggua, what are you doing now?"

"My mother said my legs were sore, so I beat my mother's legs."

As the saying goes, a daughter is a mother's caring little padded jacket, Song Xixi suddenly felt a little envious: "Cantaloupe is awesome."

Yu Cha smiled at the camera: "How is she great? Shi Yixiao said that you can eat Oreos if you hammer your mother's legs for 10 minutes."

"Hey, the salary isn't that high." Song Xixi joked, seeing that Yu Cha's stomach was also big, she was inexplicably relieved.

"Did your sister-in-law give birth?" Yu Cha asked.

When she sent Song Xixi this morning on WeChat, Song Xixi was rushing to the hospital and only said that Tang Nianxi was going to give birth, but there was no further text after that.

"Give birth, give birth to a little boy, so cute. I saw her give birth today, and I was a little worried that if I didn't have twins, I would do it for the sake of appearance... When I thought about having a baby, my heart Under my heart, I was nervous and scared.”

Yu Cha smiled comfortingly: "I won't be nervous then, and I'll be with you. Besides, I hurt twice and you hurt once. There's nothing to be afraid of."

Cantaloupe lay in Yu Cha's arms, and comforted her sweetly: "Godmother, don't be afraid, Cantaloupe will cheer you on!"

Song Xixi looked at the muskmelon and felt relieved a lot.

The two chatted for a long time.

Tang Zhihuan poured a glass of milk for Song Xixi, and peeled an orange for her.

Song Xixi chatted while eating, and Yu Cha saw it in the video, and clicked tut several times, obviously envious.

After chatting with Yu Cha, Song Xixi was not so nervous anymore, but began to look forward to the arrival of the two little guys.

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At the end of the year, there was a heavy snowfall in the capital. The snow was more than two centimeters deep.

Tang Zhihuan's laboratory was on vacation, and Tang Nianxi was brought home by Xia Chuyang for confinement, and Tang's mother followed her to take care of her.

During the few days at the end of the year, the parents of the Song family went back to visit their relatives for a few days. Tang Zhihuan and Song Xixi took the two elders to the high-speed rail station.

Mother Tang and Xia Chuyang's family of three had a reunion dinner at Tang Zhihuan's house and celebrated the New Year together.

The eldest brother is like a father, and the whole family is round and neat.

Tang Zhihuan gave Zhui Zhui a huge red envelope, and of course he didn't forget to give a big red envelope to the little cantaloupe who had helped him a lot.

Cantaloupe had a sweet mouth, and Tang Zhihuan amused Tang Zhihuan with his well-known blessings. Song Xixi went back to the room to take a shower and change clothes. He followed him in, watching Song Xixi hesitate to speak.

"I want a daughter."

Song Xixi put his hand on the high swollen belly, and spread his little hand: "You did it yourself, whether it's a man or a woman is determined."

Tang Zhihuan kissed her belly and asked in a low voice, "Are you a little girl?"

"..."

The two came out of the shower, and the Spring Festival Gala was showing a cross talk show.

When it was twelve o'clock, Tang Nianxi couldn't stay up late, and Xia Chuyang had to take care of his son.

When the fireworks rained down at night, Song Xixi stood by the window and looked up. Tang Zhihuan hugged their mother and son from behind, and at the most lively moment, kissed her side face and whispered in her ear: "New Year's Eve , I look forward to the happy life of our family of four."

Song Xixi was only focused on watching the fireworks and listening to the bustling sounds, but didn't hear the man's New Year's wish.

Tang Zhihuan's eyes were gentle, and he lowered his head to stare at her happy smiling face.

It doesn't matter if you hear it or not.

Because this new year's wish will definitely come true.

This may be Bian Zhilin's poem.

You stand on the bridge looking at the scenery, and the people watching the scenery look at you upstairs. The bright moon decorates your window, and you decorate other people's dreams.

(End of this chapter)