An Ziqi gave him a sympathetic look, then smiled and brought the little dumpling in his arms to him.

"Ye Dao, your son."

Ye Wuge lowered his head curiously and looked at the little ball in An Ziqi's arms. Is this his son?

Unlike the feeling when he first saw Xiao Qianai, a strange feeling rose in his heart.

It was like an invisible hand, closely connecting him with the little ball in front of him.

The Ye family's situation is complicated. When he was five years old, his mother died of illness.

Later, his father married another woman, and he was not treated by the family since he was a child.

Because of this, I have seen too many people's feelings, and left Ye's house alone when he was a teenager.

By the time he was in his twenties, he was already in full swing and started his own career.

For so many years, he has never gone back, even after his success in his career, his father asked him to go back countless times.

He never felt affection there, nor did he feel that it was his home.

Now, looking at this little ball, he knows that this is his treasure, and from now on, he finally has a home.

With his own relatives.

He stretched out his finger to poke Xiao Tuanzi's soft cheek, Xiao Tuanzi closed his eyes tightly, his little pink mouth moved, and his little tongue licked at his fingertips.

Ye Wuge's heart softened instantly, and he was about to reach out for a hug, but he stretched out his hands next to him, and directly took the small dumpling from An Ziqi's arms.

Jialan happily hugged the little guy, "Good boy, grandpa takes you to find mommy."

Ye Wuge's face turned dark, and he robbed his wife and son. How can people live this day?

An Ziqi sneered and patted his shoulder sympathetically.

"The revolution has not yet succeeded, comrades still need to work hard."

The two returned to the ward together.

Jialan sat in front of the hospital bed with a smile, teasing Xiao Tuanzi, and then touched Jiayin's head.

"It's okay."

Ye Wuge was very lamented. It should have been his place, it should be him holding his wife and son.

It's a pity that Jialan didn't let Ye Wuge get close to the bed at all, let alone let him watch Jiayin and the baby.

The top of Ye Wuge's head was about to smoke, but there was nothing to do.

He couldn't beat Kalan, and he couldn't beat him in terms of force.

After Xiao Moli called An Ziqi after get off work, he couldn't get through, and he was busy calling home again.

The promise said that she didn't go back, Xiao Moli couldn't help but panicked, and hurriedly called Lin Man, only then knew that An Ziqi had gone to the hospital.

Drove directly over.

The moment she opened the door and saw An Ziqi finally relieved, An Ziqi heard the sound of the door opening and looked back at him.

Somewhat surprised, "Why are you here?"

"You can't get through on the phone." Xiao Moli pressed his lips forward.

An Ziqi remembered that when she accompanied Jiayin into the delivery room before, she turned her hand off, but she hasn't turned it on until now.

Raising his hand to hold his stretched hand, smiled gently, "I forgot to accompany Kayin to the delivery room before and shut it down."

Xiao Moli saw a circle of cyan on An Ziqi's snow-white wrist with sharp eyes, and immediately tightened his brows.

He pulled the person into his arms and raised his wrist to his eyes. The cyan circle showed that someone had pinched it out with his hand.

Shen said, "What's the matter?"

An Ziqi looked down, pulled down her sleeves a bit to cover the cyan circle, squeezed him slightly with her hand, and smiled, "It's okay, Jiayin is too nervous to have a baby."