Chapter 23： (1/2)

He couldn't help but be curious about Omega's physique. If it wasn't for the burly Alpha to sit beside him, it would be inappropriate to offend, and he would probably ask.

After a long half hour, the curtain opened, and the nurse's sister hummed out of the ward happily. Little Lily of the Valley had fallen asleep sweetly in the crib, and unknowingly smashed the little mouth twice. He An sat half-lying on the bedside, his fingers were on his placket, his cheeks were crimson, and there was a suspicious milk stain on the chest of the sick suit.

When contacted with Cheng Xiu's eyes, his expression was inevitably unnatural.

Cheng Xiu was happy.

What a shame, it ’s all fed, which Omega in the room has n’t been fed, look at your shy little daughter-in-law.

"Congratulations, self-produced and sold, fresh and delicious nutrition, Lily of the Valley praised the five-star?"

He An gave him a glance: "What did you say?"

Cheng Xiuhe rolled his eyes and became dying, and suddenly reached out to He's chest: "Have you developed again?"

"You just developed again!" He An slaps him away, slaps his arm against his chest, stretches out his thumb and forefinger to a distance of about one centimeter, "Just a little, not big, the nurse said The lactation period has passed. "

"Nursing, lactating ... Ah ha ha ha ha!"

Cheng Xiu buried his face in the quilt, sulking, his shoulders trembling, and He An punched him in the back of his head.

He finally managed to laugh, raised his head, his eyes filled with tears of laughter, rubbing his sore throat and seriously asking He An: "How is it? Lily of the valley survived, you can handle it well, and you can feed her by yourself Not particularly happy? "

He An nodded: "Yes."

Cheng Xiu said, "So before, let's take a nightmare. Let's be fine now, so don't be sad?"

"Well, it's not sad."

He An looked at the crib beside him, and the young lily of the valley was asleep inside, cute and lovely, safe and sound.

When she tried hard to **** the breast, her chest felt itchy and warm, like a spring flower blooming in the barren heart, and a summer tree growing, the bright sun shining on the fertile soil, melting the accumulated snow and ice, Even the frozen blood warmed up and flowed slowly again.

He has so much beauty, so beautiful that he can't look away. By contrast, those who had been lost had long been overshadowed-including the man who had let his dreams linger.