Chapter 137 Godfather
Without anyone else around, An Jianjun didn't have to worry about anything else and his eyes were always fixed on Feng Jiaojiao.
"You..." Feng Jiaojiao looked up at An Jianjun, his eyes now filled with her shadow.
An Jianjun put the bowl aside, held her in his arms, and buried his face in her neck.
Feeling the familiar temperature and fragrance, I feel at ease.
During the two days that Feng Jiaojiao was in a coma, An Jianjun prayed to God over and over again, asking God to bless Feng Jiaojiao with safety.
Now that I see that the person has really woken up, I feel relieved.
"No more, I will always be with you and the children, I can't bear to leave you." Feng Jiaojiao patted An Jianjun's shoulder and hugged him tightly.
In fact, she was also panicked.
Afraid that I will never come back.
Just like the ending of the original book, she died in childbirth.
But she really couldn't bear to leave. She couldn't bear to leave her own children, who had never called her mother. She also couldn't bear to leave An Jianjun, the man who was infinitely tolerant of her.
An Jianjun held Feng Jiaojiao's face and kissed her forehead.
"You are not allowed to leave me without my permission, do you hear me?"
"Also... we won't have another baby in the future. This one child is enough." An Jianjun didn't want to lose Jiaojiao again. He couldn't bear the result.
"Yeah." Feng Jiaojiao felt warm in her heart.
"Are you hungry? Have some more chicken soup." An Jianjun fed Feng Jiaojiao mouthful by mouthful. Seeing her drink with satisfaction, he was happier than if he had drunk it himself.
He reached out and wiped the chicken soup that overflowed from the corner of Feng Jiaojiao's mouth.
"I'm full." Feng Jiaojiao felt weak all over and a little painful down there.
"Hey, let's not drink anymore. I can make you something to eat anytime when you're hungry." An Jianjun drank all the remaining chicken soup.
He also needs to eat regularly so that he can have the strength to take care of Jiaojiao.
"I'll help you lie down." An Jianjun held Feng Jiaojiao in his arms, and after making sure she was comfortable, he put her down to lie down.
He also leaned sideways next to Feng Jiaojiao, touched her hair, and kissed her little face. He couldn't get enough of looking at her.
"By the way, I'm telling you, you are not allowed to be mean to our son. Look at how you acted just now. Haven't you paid any attention to him these past two days?" Feng Jiaojiao felt sad and amused when she saw An Jianjun holding a grudge against her son.
"This brat caused you to suffer so much, and it was only because he was young, otherwise I would have beaten him up long ago." To An Jianjun, the child was not as important as Jiaojiao.
This brat was born to be his nemesis.
"He's just a little kid who knows nothing, why are you blaming him!" This is the child she had given birth to with so much difficulty, a piece of flesh and blood that fell from her body, how could she not feel sorry for him.
"Look how obedient our daughter is. This brat is just here to collect debts." The villain is not big, but he has a lot of abilities. He almost made him lose his wife.
"I don't care. This is our son. We can't be mean to him. I'm going to be angry if you do this!" Feng Jiaojiao turned her head and ignored An Jianjun.
According to An's mother, An Jianjun didn't take any care of the child during the two days she was in a coma.
"Hey, hey, I was wrong. I shouldn't treat our son like this. Can't I change?" An Jianjun hugged her into his arms. As long as she was happy, he would do anything.
Ding ding, the door rang.
It was An's mother and a few others who came with their children.
"It's really warm now. The apricot and peach blossoms are in bloom. It's so beautiful outside."
"Mom, please sit for a while. Put the child on the bed and take a rest. You don't have to hold the child all the time." Feng Jiaojiao was very grateful to Song Qingyu and Xu Qiaoqiao.
Without these two people's help, An's mother would be extremely exhausted.
It's so hard for an old lady to take care of adults and children and cook.
"We're not tired."
"Yes, they are my godson and goddaughter." Song Qingyu and Xu Qiaoqiao have been helping these two days.
"What about godson and goddaughter? What about me?" Gu Zeyuan walked in carrying something.
"Zeyuan is here!"
"Sister-in-law is awake. By the way, I have to inform you that I am the godfather of these two children." Gu Zeyuan has been busy running around these two days.
"Zeyuan, thank you for your hard work these past two days." An Jianjun was very grateful to Gu Zeyuan. He had just heard that Gu Zeyuan had come to his house, so he hurried over to entertain the guest. He didn't expect that his wife's water had broken.
Fortunately, Jiaojiao was sent to the hospital in time, otherwise the risk would be even greater.
"Brother Jianjun, it's too formal for us to talk about this. You saved my life, so this little thing is nothing!" His life was saved by others. If it weren't for An Jianjun, his grave would be overgrown with grass.
"Oh, my two grandchildren are so blessed. One is going to be a godfather and the other one is going to be a godmother. How many people will love them in the future!" Mother An was happy. These two children will be of the same age in the future, and each godfather and godmother will be more powerful than the other.
"Really? Who is so in tune with me?" Gu Zeyuan asked knowingly.
Song Qingyu glanced at Gu Zeyuan and ignored him. This man was just a show-off.
"Your sister Song is the child's savior, so she is even closer to us." How could An's mother not see through Gu Zeyuan's thoughts?
It is said that old people become more cunning. She could see through the young man's thoughts at a glance.
However, Gu Zeyuan is three years younger than Song Qingyu. Although it is said that a woman who is three years older than her husband is more likely to bring gold bricks, Gu Zeyuan's way of pursuing a wife is not easy.
Song Qingyu is not an ordinary woman. You can tell she has been through a lot and has become indifferent to love, otherwise she wouldn't be unmarried at the age of 27.
"Oh, that's great. We are each other's godfather and godmother, and we will be a family in the future!" Gu Zeyuan is not the kind of person who hides his temper. He expresses his feelings boldly if he likes someone.
"Who are you and your family?" Song Qingyu rolled her eyes at Gu Zeyuan.
"Jiaojiao, Jianjun, I'll prepare some medicine for you two. You're both seriously injured and need some nourishment."
"Thank you, Sister Song."
Song Qingyu left the ward.
Gu Zeyuan could only watch people leave.
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