Chapter 155

Yan FangQiong's eyelashes trembled violently, like a young cicada struggling to get rid of the cicada, almost exhausted all her strength, and every trembling was so thrilling!

"Fang Qiong, don't worry. Take your time. Your daughter has come back and won't go any more. Don't worry."

He Junfeng's iron man could not help but red eyes, knew how to be hoarse, comforted softly, and held his wife's bony hand to cheer her up.

Su Haitang opened his mouth. His throat was like a ball of cotton. He couldn't make a sound at all.

No one urged her. Everyone was absorbed in the poor mother who worked hard to wake up and was eager to see her daughter with her own eyes.

Finally, the two rows of weak and slender eyelashes trembled and separated, revealing a pair of slightly godless eyes.

"Female, where's the daughter?"

Yan FangQiong turned her eyes and asked weakly.

"Here it is." he Junfeng pushed Su Haitang again, pushed her to his wife, and introduced her with tears in his smile.

"Look at her. Does she look like you? When I see her, it's like seeing you more than ten years ago."

Yan FangQiong's eyes stuck to Su Haitang. At first, she was at a loss, then slowly gave birth to joy, and then turned into overwhelming ecstasy!

"Baby."

She gave a cry in a trembling voice, and tears fell silently from the corner of her eyes.

Su Haitang sipped at the corners of her mouth and took the initiative to put her hand on her powerless right hand. She opened her mouth. Her mother still couldn't shout out.

It's like a spell.

Su Haitang was secretly worried. Clearly prepared in advance, we should try our best to meet the wishes of the poor mother and not let her die with regret.

But now she seems to have been hit with a dumb hole. She can't make a sound just by opening her mouth!

The more urgent, the more powerless!

"The baby doesn't cry." Yan FangQiong gasped, her face flushed abnormally, and her tears washed eyes looked at her brightly. "Mom is here."

The simple seven words seemed to have exhausted all her strength. Yan FangQiong's flushed face turned white, and her spirit was obviously depressed, which made people around tremble!

Su Haitang's brain was hot, and he forced another drop of spiritual spring water into her mouth like a dehydrated fish on shore.

Aunt song handed over half a cup of warm water, stuffed it into Su Haitang's hand, and motioned her to feed it to the poor wife to moisten her throat, which was regarded as dying filial piety.

Yan FangQiong suddenly woke up. First, she surprised everyone, but soon she became frightened again!

Four big words inevitably come to everyone's mind: reflection!

Su Haitang took the water, sat by the bed, gently lifted Yan FangQiong's head and carefully fed her two salivas.

Yan FangQiong swallowed hard and breathed a long sigh of relief.

I wish I could swallow it myself.

Su Haitang also breathed a sigh of relief, fed two more mouthfuls of water, and put the cup into he Junfeng's hand.

"You just woke up. You can't be too excited. It takes a lot of energy. Take a break. I'll be here with you."

Su Haitang carefully helped her lie back and carefully patted the pillow into a comfortable shape.

"Sweet." Yan FangQiong lay quietly and gasped for a moment, spitting out a word with a smile. Although it was still empty, it sounded very clear and no longer worried.

Su Haitang also smiled at her, tucked her in and coaxed her gently.

"In fact, I prefer spicy food. I don't have a spicy dish for every meal. My boiled fish tastes very good. Please get better quickly and I'll cook it for you."

"OK." Yan FangQiong grabbed her hand and gently closed her eyes. Her face was calm and her mouth was smiling.