Li Qingyan took the towel, gently wiped the sweat from her forehead, and said softly.

Cheng Qingqing pursed her lips and laughed: "It hurts a lot, this is the only one, and there won't be any more."

"Okay, no more."

Li Qingyan nodded in agreement, not willing to make her suffer again.

The door of the delivery room was pushed open, and it was Qiao An'an who came in. She was walking like flying with a six-month pregnant belly.

"Qingqing, where is the child?

let me see. "

As soon as Joan Ann came in, she couldn't wait to see the little guy.

Seeing her walking in such a hurry, Cheng Qingqing became worried for her: "Go slowly, be careful."

Luo Beiyuan outside the door also sighed: "Yes, I'm not in a hurry."

Qiao An'an stuck out her tongue, with a confident expression on her face: "Don't worry, I'm in good condition, and absolutely nothing will happen."

"Wow, it's so small and cute."

Qiao Anan finally saw the young master of the Li family, sticking out his tongue.

Luo Beiyuan also came over, put the bought gifts aside, and went to see the child.

Li Qingyan looked down at Cheng Qingqing, the two of them looked at each other, and both smiled in unison.

In a majestic villa building, a graceful and dignified woman is arranging her underwear in a bedroom. The bedroom is in a cool color, which shows that this is a male bedroom. At this moment, the woman who is gentle and tidy has beautiful eyes full of reluctance.

Her son was about to go abroad, and Lan Yanxi felt empty in her heart. She had been with her day and night for twenty-five years, and she always thought that such days would continue until her son offered to study abroad. Even though she was reluctant to give up, she couldn't stop her son from making progress.

"Mom, are you okay?

The car is already downstairs. "

A clear male voice came from the stairs, and then, a slender and handsome figure stepped in from the door.

When Lan Yanxi raised her eyes, in a trance, she seemed to see her husband in her youth, and her eyebrows and eyes were so similar.

The similarities between the father and son are not only reflected in their appearance, but also in their personalities. At a young age, they have inherited his father's demeanor. They are calm and restrained, and they are extremely demanding on themselves. The election for the next vice president will be two years later. As soon as his father retired, his son was already ready to go.

"You didn't say goodbye to your father?"

Lan Yanxi raised her eyes, looked at her son and asked.

"I've already called him and he told me to be safe."

Ling Sinan's thin lips curled into a smile, and only in front of his mother could he smile so brightly.

"Just say this?

He didn't have anything else to say? "

Lan Yanxi couldn't help being angry. Her husband's calm and introverted temperament did not change in front of the children. Back then, when he pursued her, he didn't look like a piece of wood.

"No, you know Dad's character best. No matter how much he wants to say, he won't say it in front of me, hmph." JrNovels.com