Bo's mother took the little baby from the nurse's hands and placed him beside Yuran, without looking at her son's face.
"Baby, take a look at your child, isn't he very handsome?"
Just like a little dumpling, fair and tender, with his eyes tightly closed, his eyelashes exceptionally curly.
His delicate cheeks seemed like they would dimple with a single poke, very endearing.
Bo Three and Bo Qin also came in and stood aside, admiring the little baby, their own little nephew was indeed good-looking.
Bo Three took out his phone and snapped away, no one had expected that the day before the New Year, this baby couldn't wait any longer.
Although it had been so long, today was just the New Year's Eve, but Yuran couldn't be discharged yet.
The kid really knew how to pick the time, born on New Year's Eve.
The grandparents waiting at home, although they had received the call, hadn't seen the baby's photos yet.
