To You, My Beloved

It was only a few hours after the operation. The doctor suggested that Gu Qingcheng should not get out of bed at this time. He should first lie flat on the bed to prevent the wound from opening. After twenty-four hours, he would put on a restraint and get out of bed. , conducive to the wound growing better.

Tang Shi had already returned home, changed into clean casual clothes, and brought the chicken soup that Mrs. Zhang had cooked in the morning. After the doctor left, he took out a bowl of soup, sat by the bed, and took a spoonful of it. Feed Gu Qingcheng a spoonful of it.

Gu Qingcheng also knew that it was for the body. Although he had no appetite at the moment, he still cooperated with Tang Shi and drank half a small bowl. Then he raised his hand, covering the wound on his stomach, raised his eyelids, and asked Tang Shi said: Where are the babies?

Tang Shi put down the bowl, took out his mobile phone from his pocket, found the photos he had taken in advance, and handed them to Gu Qingcheng. He said while sliding the screen: This is Dabao, boy, and this is Erbao. It’s also a boy. When I took the photo, he peed and cried. This is the scene where the special nurse changed his diaper... And the last one... is a little princess. When I took the photo, she was closed eyes, and smiled.”

When Gu Qingcheng heard the last sentence, he burst out laughing, and his belly twitched twice. Tang Shi quickly said, The doctor said, it's best not to laugh to avoid the wound opening.

After saying that, Tang Shi asked again: Does it hurt?

Maybe it was because the anesthesia hadn't worn off yet, but Gu Qingcheng didn't feel anything at all even though she had been stabbed in the stomach. She shook her head at Tang Shi, stretched out her hand, and took Tang Shi's cell phone.

Gu Qingcheng looked at the photo again carefully. Although everyone said that the mother did not think the son was ugly, after reading it, Gu Qingcheng said with a little disappointment: It doesn't seem as good-looking as I imagined.

It was obviously not Tang Shi's child, but when he heard these words, he immediately came forward, glanced at the screen, and said: What's not good about it? It's just that it hasn't grown yet, especially the little princess, you Look at how beautiful she is, she is just like you.

Carved in the same mold as her? Gu Qingcheng stared at her little daughter's smiling face. Her nose and small eyes were squeezed together, and her mouth was grinning silently. Her sincerity had nothing to do with her beauty. How could she be carved in the same mold as her?

Although Gu Qingcheng felt that the three children she gave birth to were far from what she had expected, she still held Tang Shi's mobile phone with a low eyebrow, stared at the photos of the three children on the screen, and repeated I looked at them several times, carefully studying their unformed facial features, and then raised my head from time to time and glanced at Tang Shi sitting in front of me to see how he was similar to the children.

Tang Shi watched as Gu Qingcheng hadn't picked up his phone for more than an hour since he woke up. He thought about calling Chen Mo Shen to inform him that the child had been born. In the end, Tang Shi couldn't bear it anymore. Zhu reminded him loudly: Qingqing, should you make a call and tell everyone that the child is born?

Gu Qingcheng didn't move his eyes from the picture of his little daughter smiling on the phone screen, but said slightly casually: Tomorrow, I just finished the operation today, and I also want to rest.