C14 (1/2)

Ouyang Qian raised her hands and struggled to take the baby into her arms as she carried her in front of him. She carefully examined her: her nose and mouth were similar to his, but her eyebrows and eyes seemed to have directly moved away from her father's face.

His face was covered in sweat and he couldn't help but smile.

The moment he stepped out of the door, Yi Yang had already pushed her away and rushed into the room. The nurse staggered from the push and almost bumped into the door.

However, she had seen her father so eager. As such, she could only smile in understanding, as if she didn't care.

Ouyang Qian heard the commotion and raised her head to see the nurse being pushed away. She couldn't help but to glare at Yi Yang.

At this time, Yi Yang's eyes were only on his wife and his newborn son. He scratched his head in embarrassment and smiled foolishly.

Ling Nan couldn't help but roll his eyes. This was the first time he had met his father, and he was really — adorable!

Yi Yang took three steps to the bed. He bent down and grabbed Ouyang Qian's left hand, and gently placed it on his own cheek as he rubbed it: ”Tired?”

It was only a simple greeting, but the tears in Ouyang Qian's eyes were already uncontrollably wet. Look, this little guy is our son.

After Yi Yang heard this, he finally put down his wife's hand. He carefully looked at Ling Nan who was lying on the side: his pink face, a pair of bright eyes rolling around, his eyebrows filled with his own shadow.

The more Yi Yang saw, the happier he was. He couldn't help but want to reach out to hug his, but he was also afraid that his big, rough hands would hurt the child.

Only after a long while did he clumsily pick up Ling Nan.

Seeing her husband's clumsy appearance, Ouyang Qian smiled.

At this time, Yi Zhao and Mu Yao also walked in. When they saw Yi Yang, they forced themselves not to laugh out loud.

At this time, Ling Nan was also sizing up her father for the past life: his brows were straight, as if he had unsheathed his sword and was pointing at his temples. His fierce eyes were shining, his nose was like a floating gall, and the corner of his mouth was tightly pursed, showing an unyielding willpower.

Coupled with his face that seemed to have been hacked by blades and his long hair that was an inch long, a wave of masculinity assaulted his senses.

Although he was satisfied with his father's appearance and temperament, Ling Nan still had some complaints about him being held in the other party's palm like a toy. If not for his body being too weak, even ten of his fathers together wouldn't be his match!

At this moment, Yi Yang didn't notice the little fellow's peculiar gaze in his hands, which was still immersed in the joy and pride of being a father for the first time. ”Haha, this is my, Yi Yang's, son! Brat, from now on, your name is Yi Yan! ”Haha!”