Chapter 887

When I was a baby, I saw a familiar little face - a small pink face, a small round nose, and a light pink birthmark the size of a nail on my forehead

Isn't it the son that flowers worry about day and night?

"My son..." Hua Hua saw the lost child and cried. She grabbed the child and cried very wrongly. "Mom finally found you, baby. You scared mom to death..."

When Xiao Zhou and Zhou Xilong saw the flower recognize the child, they knew that the child belonged to their family. Several people looked at the child excitedly, and their eyes were full of doting and pity.

"Duoduo, don't cry. You are still in confinement. You can't cry. Come on, give me the baby. Sit down and have a rest first..."

Aunt Zhou was anxious to hold her grandson, but she couldn't go to the flower's arms to grab the child, so she found an excuse and reached out to the flower's arms to hold the child.

How easy it is to find the child back, how willing to hold it and let it go. She hugged the child tightly and retreated.

"I'm not tired. Let me hold him. I'll have a good look at him..."

As she cried, she kept kissing the baby's face.

Xiao Zhou looked down at his son with deep feeling. He could hold up the little one with one palm. At this time, the little guy was sleeping there quietly, like a little angel, and his heart was melting

He couldn't help bending the corners of his mouth, his eyes full of tenderness

Zhou Xilong, who has always been serious, can't stand the tension when he sees the child. The joy and favor in his eyes are almost overflowing.

"As like as two peas in his forehead as like as two peas in his father," he said.

Zhou Xilong pointed to the child's forehead and was surprised to introduce him to his wife.

With this birthmark, even if there were no flowers to recognize each other, the old couple could recognize that it was their child.

No whit of difference can be as like as two peas as like as two peas in their children. The birthmark is not only the same as that of the little Chow, but the position of the company commander is not the same.

It's just that the birthmark of their son became shallower and shallower with the growth of age, and finally disappeared completely. It must be the fate of their eldest grandson's birthmark in the future

Aunt Zhou saw as like as two peas, and laughed, and she could not smile. "It's not like a drop. Look, it's just the same!"

Because flowers hold the child tightly, Xiao Zhou and his parents have no chance to hold the child, so they can only poke his little face or touch his little head to express their love for him.

Flower holding the child crying for a while, mood gradually stabilized, she looked up, see Uncle Zhou and aunt Zhou really look at the child eagerly, can't help but feel warm in the heart, handed the baby in her arms.

"Uncle, aunt, you also embrace him..."

"Ah, ah..."

Finally, they have the right to hold their children. Zhou Xilong and Tian's wife both want to hold their grandson.

However, seeing that the other side also wanted to hold, the old couple's outstretched hand pauses at the same time, which seems to have the meaning of humility.

Just as they stopped, Xiao Zhou reached out and took Jiang's child in his arms.

The moment he held the child, Xiao Zhou's heart beat faster. This is his son, his only son, the inheritance of his blood and the continuation of his life

He deeply looked at the sleeping little ball in his arms and couldn't help lowering his head and kissing the child's forehead.

This little thing, at the first sight of him, became the master of his life, and made him love him to his heart, as if he would die for him.

Maybe it's the nature of flesh and blood. Anyway, after holding the baby, Xiao Zhou never wants to let go.

Although Zhou Xilong didn't have the heart to rob his wife of his children, he was willing to rob his son.

When he saw that Xiao Zhou was holding the child, he stretched out his arm and ordered directly.

"Hold the baby for me for a while. You are clumsy. You haven't held the baby. What if you drop the baby?"

Xiao Zhou dodged his father's big hand, and his eyes were still staring at his son. "Who said I didn't hold a child, Yaoyao was raised by me?"

"Can it be the same? I can walk and talk when I get to our house. This little guy is still a little girl. If you dodge him or fall on him, I'll see what you do." Zhou Xilong continued to stretch out his arm, which meant that he would not give up until he could hold the child.