You should spend the rest of your life with Qingqing

Chapter 1197 was born
"Ma'am, if you are in pain, don't shout, and hold back and don't cry. You have used all your efforts. When I tell you to use your strength, you must use your strength. I promise you to hurry up and give the little prince to me." gave birth."

"You are in good health, and you exercise diligently on weekdays. You must be born faster than other well-raised wives."

Mrs. Ning instructed Wen Qing'er carefully, and Wen Qing'er nodded with red eyes. Her stomach started to hurt last night, and it has been hurting until now.

And it almost tortured her to death, now as long as it can make her stomach not hurt, no matter what she wants to do.

Wen Qing'er held Ying Yu's hand tightly, waiting for waves of pain to hit her, and waiting for Madam Ning's orders.

Wen Qing'er didn't make Wen Qing'er wait too long, when the severe pain hit suddenly, Wen Qing'er also squeezed Ying Yu's hand tightly. Hearing Madam Ning's loud voice, Wen Qing'er gritted her teeth and exerted strength.

Seeing the pain, Ying Yu's head was covered with cold sweat, and his little face was flushed from exertion, Ying Yu couldn't help gritting his teeth and crying, sobbing, he didn't look like an upright old man at all.

He didn't feel uncomfortable pinching him with Wen Qinger, but felt uncomfortable seeing Wen Qinger feel uncomfortable. He just felt that he shouldn't have had any children in the first place, and Qingqing had to suffer from the beginning to the end.

If the brat doesn't let him and Qingqing worry about it in the future, he must beat the brat to death!
Whether children are children or not, his Qingqing is not as important. He will never have children again, and he doesn't want Qingqing to be hurt again.

I kept pushing harder and harder like this, and I could only catch my breath when there was no pain. In the middle, Ying Yu fed Wen Qing'er two more soups and waters. From the day when the water broke, until it was almost night, I heard it. A cry of a child.

After more than five hours, the child was finally born.

"Congratulations to Lord Hou! Congratulations to Lord Hou! The mansion has gained a young master!"

The midwife was full of joy, and handed the baby to Ying Yu to look at after wiping the baby and wrapping it in a red quilt.

Whether the child is a boy or a girl is no longer in suspense. Ying Yu only glanced at the red-skinned monkey-like child and stopped looking at it. All he could see was Wen Qing'er.

Ying Yu went to Wen Qing'er crying and laughing, and tightly held Wen Qing'er's little hand, which had been exhausted for a long time: "Qingqing, did you hear that? The baby is born, everything is fine, Qingqing, you have worked hard , we will not give birth in the future, and will never give birth again."

"This time is enough, once is enough, it's all my fault, I won't make you suffer anymore."

Looking at Ying Yu, Wen Qing'er couldn't stop laughing, she was very tired at the moment, and wanted to take a good look at the child: "A Yu, bring the child and show me."

Ying Yu didn't refuse, so he hurriedly brought the child over, thinking that he could just show Wen Qing'er the little thing, who knew that this little thing was so soft and light to hold.

Ying Yu seemed to be pinned down, holding the baby in both hands, not daring to move at all.

That hand was also wrong, holding the child as if holding a scroll, not to mention the body, even the muscles on the face were tense.

Originally, the child had just been hugged by Madam Ning and coaxed her to stop crying, but now perhaps Ying Yu felt uncomfortable in her arms, so she turned around and started crying immediately.

As expected of Ying Yu's son, he was born with great strength, but twisted so much that he fell out of his father's hands.

If it wasn't for the lady Fang who was next to her to pick it up quickly, Ying Yu would have cried if it was dropped.

(End of this chapter)