Along the way, ran Ruoyu pulled Dingcheng's hand tightly. Every contraction came with pain.

It's painful.

Ran Ruoyu buries his head in Lu Dingcheng's arms and bears the pain of contractions again and again.

To the hospital, doctors and nurses have been waiting at the door.

Ran Ruoyu was sent to the delivery room, and Lu Dingcheng followed him.

His head was buzzing. Lu didn't know what he was thinking. In his mind, there was only ranruoyu's painful expression. Even when he was in pain, Ruoyu clenched his teeth and didn't hum.

If you can, Lu Dingcheng really wants to take the place of Ruoyu.

However, men can't have children.

I don't know how long time has passed, and the child was finally born, and his beloved Ruoyu was so tired that he closed his eyes and had a rest.

Lu Dingcheng was invited out.

At the gate of the delivery room, the Lu family all came, ran Cheng, Li Mengqi and Liang Jieming also came.

Seeing Lu Dingcheng coming out, everyone gathered around him.

"What happened to Ruoyu?" Li Mengqi asked anxiously.

"What happened to Ruoyu?" The same is true of suyaru's first words.

Su Yaru and Li Mengqi have never passed each other so much.

The two are exporting almost at the same time.

Li Mengqi and Su Yaru look at each other, and then look at Lu Dingcheng.

Lu Dingcheng pursed his lower lip and swallowed a mouthful of saliva before he said: "if the language is OK, it's too tired."

"That's good, that's good." Li Mengqi's eyes were filled with tears, and she could not understand the pain of giving birth.

Su Yaru also breathed a sigh of relief.

After asking the adults, Su Yaru asked the child, "what about the child? How is the child? "

Lu did not know how to answer his mother's words.

All his attention is on Ruoyu. As for the child, his only image is to hear the cry.

"It should be OK." Lu Dingcheng's uncertain answer.

Hearing such an answer, Su Yaru looks back at Lu Tianhong with complicated eyes.

Dingcheng this word, sounds how to feel the child

It seems to guess what Su Yaru is thinking. Lu Tianhong gives Su Yaru a calm look.

Su Yaru sighed silently. It's true that at this time, if you pay too much attention to children, people will misunderstand that they only like children and don't care about adults.

No one noticed ran Cheng. When he heard Lu Dingcheng say that ran Ruoyu was ok, he quietly went to one side and looked out of the window.

He said to his late wife, "don't worry. If yu is OK, she will be OK."

But without seeing Ruoyu safe, rancheng was still worried.

Liang Jieming looked back and saw rancheng's lonely figure. He went over.

"We are both in the same boat." Liang Jieming sighs so.

Ran Cheng gave a bitter smile and said, "yes, I was worried about Ruoyu. It's ok now. It's OK."

Tears flashed in my eyes.

Clearly if language still pesters to want him to hold, how a blink of an eye, if language all arrived to give birth to the age of the child.

Time does not spare people.

He's old, too.

Liang Jieming, who didn't know what ran Cheng thought, said with a smile: "I envy you very much for being able to grow up with Ruoyu. Unlike me, even Ruoyu's existence was only known a few months ago."

If it wasn't for his uncanny contact with Mengqi, maybe he would never know the existence of Ruoyu in his life.

There is a sense of calculation in the nose.

But it's more about gratitude.

Fortunately, he couldn't let go of Mengqi. Fortunately, Mengqi, whom he summoned up courage to contact, also had a chance to know the existence of Ruoyu.

God treats him well, doesn't he?

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