Mo Lingyuan's consciousness of falling into a demon seemed to be pulled back by the crying sound, and his mind suddenly came to his senses.

He closed his eyes, opened them again after a while, and saw that the gun in his hand was pressed against Mu Qing's head, as if his whole body had been scalded, he withdrew his hand quickly and threw the gun to the ground.

Mo Lingwei rushed over and pulled Mu Qing who was almost exhausted behind her.

She stood in front of Mo Lingyuan, holding his arm with both hands: "Brother, it's okay, sister-in-law gave birth, sister-in-law gave birth..."

As she spoke, crystal clear tears rolled down her porcelain-white cheeks like balls.

Mo Lingyuan lowered his head, glanced at the guards who were lying on the ground with bruised noses and swollen faces from beatings, feeling mixed emotions in his heart.

Mu Qing fell to the ground sprawled on the ground, clutching his chest in fear, secretly rejoicing that the young lady survived in time, otherwise, he might have been killed by the muzzle of his father and turned into a wisp of dead soul.

The midwife came out with the baby in her arms, smiling from ear to ear: "Master, the young lady gave birth, she is a young lady, mother and daughter are safe, mother and daughter are safe!"

Mo Lingyuan didn't think much about it, and rushed to the midwife in a hurry, glanced at the daughter who was being held in the midwife's arms, and went to the bedroom, avoiding the people standing in front of her.

Mo Lingwei hurried forward and took the infant child with both hands, feeling both sad and joyful in her heart, looking at the crying child, she didn't know how to coax her.

The midwife stepped forward and said flatteringly: "This child is really pretty, with a loud voice. When he grows up, he must be a perfect beauty embryo just like Young Madam and Miss Mo."

Mo Lingwei: "..."

The newborn baby was red and wrinkled all over. After crying tired, he closed his eyes and fell asleep. He could only see from the outline that he looked like Chu Yunyao, and he couldn't tell how beautiful or ugly he was.

But when he grows up, this child can have one-tenth of the beauty of his sister-in-law, which is considered good-looking.

The more Mo Lingwei looked at it, the happier she became, "You have worked hard, go to the housekeeper to get two hundred taels of gold."

The midwife was stunned for a moment, until Mo Lingwei's figure disappeared in front of her, and she was accidentally bumped by the nanny who was pouring water behind her, and then she came to her senses, and she almost suffocated with joy.

Gold, I have delivered so many times for the young wife of a wealthy family in this life, and no one has ever given gold.

It's two hundred and two taels for a shot, and you really can live without worrying about food and drink in this life.

The Mo Mansion is really generous.

When Mo Lingwei carried the child into the bedroom, she saw Mo Lingyuan half-kneeling in front of Chu Yunyao on one knee, wiping the sweat off her face with a cotton cloth, and asked Doctor Zhang who was taking her pulse: "How is she?" ? How long will it take to wake up?"

"Young Madam is fine, it's just that the labor wasted too much, and you'll wake up after sleeping." Doctor Zhang paused: "Because the labor of giving birth to this child was exhausting, and the grief was excessive, the body suffered a lot of wear and tear.

Try to sit for a longer time this confinement, and be a confinement and take it easy. "

Mo Lingyuan nodded, "Thank you Doctor Zhang, I will take good care of her."

Mo Lingwei hugged the child to the edge of the bed, "Brother, this child looks like a sister-in-law."

Only then did Mo Lingyuan take the time to move his head closer, carefully sized up his daughter, and carefully took the child from Mo Lingwei's hands.

The weather was hot, and the child was only covered with a thin layer. Mo Lingyuan only felt that the child was too young.

He was so small that he could hold her in his palm when he opened his hands...

At this moment, Mo Lingyuan, who was completely calm and sober, had time to ask the source of the incident: "What happened?"