Chapter 1697

Can the family not be in a hurry? What kind of crime has been suffered? It has been painful and the mouth of the palace has not been opened. How can we do that?

Song Xuan's birth was much more painful than song ran's. song Ran's palace opened quickly, but song Xuan's pain lasted for more than ten hours. From two o'clock in the afternoon to three o'clock in the morning, he was finally sent to the delivery room.

Yang Haitao and song ran enter the delivery room together to accompany the production.

This is what song Xuan asked. It is the two most important people in her life. They must be with her at the critical moment.

With the opening of the palace, the child was born. It was painful for 14 hours. Finally, the young master of the Yang family was born.

Song Xuan screamed at the top of her voice. She was already angry. The nurse held the baby to her and said with a smile, "Congratulations, you have a big fat boy."

Yang Haitao, a man of seven feet, couldn't help but shed tears. He quickly grabbed song Xuan's hand and kept wiping his tears: "Xiao Xuan, it's hard for you, hard for you."

The nurse held the baby and said to Yang Haitao, "the family members will come out with us. Let's take the baby to wash it and bring it back later."

Yang Haitao was worried about song Xuan. Song Xuan said weakly, "go ahead. There is Xiaoran here."

In the delivery room, song ran took song Xuan's hand and wept with joy: "sister, at last At last, I was born safely, and I will be better later... "

Song Xuan weakly smiles: "yes, I finally have Haitao's children."

After the doctor finished, song Xuan was pushed to the ward. Soon, Yang Haitao came back with the baby in his arms.

Song ran tucked in the quilt and looked at the crumpled little guy inside. He said with a gentle smile, "sister, you look like Yang Haitao."

Yang Haitao, holding the child, sat down beside song Xuan: "do you look like me? It's not like it. It's wrinkled. How beautiful I look. "

Song Xuan stretched out her hand and gently thumped his leg: "how can I still dislike my son's ugliness?"

Yang Haitao said again: "well, it's still like me. If it's like you, it won't be so ugly."

The baby in my arms began to cry.

Song Xuan struggles to sit up. Song ran quickly helps her. Song Xuan reaches out and says, "give me a hug. You are not reliable."

Yang Haitao worried to see her: "you just finished birth, can you do it?"

Song Xuan insists: "I have a natural birth, and I have no scars. It's OK."

Song Xuan holds the baby in her arms and coaxes her in a soft voice. The mother's love overflows. At this moment, she looks so gentle and incredible.

Song ran nestled by the bed and whispered, "sister, have you got the name of the child?"

Speaking of this, song Xuan couldn't help sighing: "he took it. You ask him."

Yang Haitao triumphantly said: "called Yang Guodong, the pillar of the country, how, very good?"

Song Xuan raised her forehead and looked at Song ran. Song ran chuckled and said, "Song Xuan, what kind of eyes are you looking at? Not satisfied with the name? I think it's very good. Guodong, the pillar of the country, what a righteous name? "

Song Xuan gritted her teeth: "why don't you call your family Gu Guodong?"

Song ran: "Gu Jingxing, his father's name is Gu Weiguo. It's hard to use the Chinese characters."

Song Xuan's eyes lit up and turned to look at Yang Haitao: "my father's name is Song Guoqing, and my son's name is Guodong. It's not very good."

Song ran steals pleasure in the side, ah, finally let her elder sister find a reason not to call Guodong.

Yang Haitao on the side of a sad face: "that is really too bad ah, Guodong this name is really good ah."