Chapter 2092: The Rest of My Life Is Long, I’m Lucky to Have You! (Forty)

Yu Yuehan suddenly raised his head, his expression a little dull, as if he couldn't believe his ears.

Wasn't the cry he heard just now an illusion?

gave birth?

"Wow--"

Another powerful cry.

This time, not only Yu Yuehan, but Tan Bengbeng also became excited.

"It's happening! It's happening! It's really happening!"

Tan Bengbeng was already more than eight months pregnant, and her legs were numb after standing for a long time. But when she heard the crying coming from the operating room, her eyes turned red inexplicably.

Just give birth.

Peace is good enough.

Mo Yongheng and Zheng Yan waited in the hospital for a day, and just returned when they received the news and hurried over.

"Have you given birth? Where is the child? Why hasn't little Mumu come out yet?"

Zheng Yan couldn't wait to ask as soon as she arrived at the door of the operating room.

Yu Yuehan and Tan Bengbeng were also waiting.

It had been a while since those two baby cries.

But there was no news at all in the operating room.

Boy or girl?

How many kilograms does it weigh?

How is Nian Xiaomu doing?

They know nothing...

Yu Yuehan's expression, which had finally softened, became serious again at this moment.

He was more worried about Nian Xiaomu than anyone else.

Her happy, smiling, angry and angry faces kept flashing before his eyes like scenes from a movie.

Human life is too short.

It's so short that you don't even have time to appreciate it carefully, and time flies by.

Those people you love, those who love you, when they are still around, maybe you don't realize how precious that kind of companionship is.

If one day, you suddenly lose it, you will be surprised to find that it is the most precious thing in your life.

Nian Xiaomu was the loss that he couldn't bear in this life.

"No news is good news. Let's not panic. We can't mess up the situation on our own."

Tan Bengbeng was a secret guard and a medical staff himself, so he had excellent psychological quality.

Nian Xiaomu was still a little uneasy before she could wait, but seeing Zheng Yan anxious, she calmed down and comforted the others.

"Yes, no news is good news. Little Mu Muji is bound to be fine."

Zheng Yan saw Yu Yuehan's unhappy expression and calmed down herself.

No one spoke, and silence fell into silence outside the operating room.

Mo Yongheng hugged Zheng Yan and noticed Tan Bengbeng who had been standing. Without saying a word, he walked forward, pulled her to the chair and asked her to sit down.

"You are also a pregnant woman yourself. You are already so old. Don't you know how to take care of yourself?"

"Brother, I'm fine."

Nian Xiaomu didn't come out of the operating room, and Tan Bengbeng couldn't sit still at all.

He wanted to stand up from the chair, but his shoulders were pressed by Mo Yongheng.

"It doesn't matter whether you have anything to say or not. If you don't think about yourself, don't you care about the baby in your belly?" Mo Yongheng's voice was low.

Tan fell into silence.

He touched his belly.

I don’t know if it’s because of her good physique, but she didn’t feel any discomfort after becoming pregnant.

Morning sickness is also rare. I only experienced nausea and vomiting a few times in the first few months, but the baby has been very good since then.

Compared with Nian Xiaomu, Tan Bengbeng's condition was countless times better.

So when she was anxious, she really forgot that she was a pregnant woman whose due date was approaching.

Startled for a moment, he sat down on the chair calmly.

After settling his sister, Mo Yongheng stepped back to Zheng Yan, put his arms around her waist, and brought her into his arms.

He lowered his head, gently rubbed her hair, and murmured.

"I suddenly felt that it would be nice not to have children."