Chapter 886

In the swaddling clothes, a familiar little face came into view—a small pink face, a small nose like a small round bean, and a light pink birthmark the size of a fingernail on the forehead...

Isn't it the son who is worried about flowers, who is worried day and night?

"My son..." Huahua cried when she saw the lost and found child, she grabbed the child and cried very aggrieved, "Mom finally found you, baby, you scared mom to death... "

When Xiao Zhou and Zhou Xilong saw the flower and recognized 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 confinement, you can't cry, come, give me the child, you sit down and rest..."

Aunt Zhou was in a hurry to hug her grandson, but she couldn't blatantly go to Huahua's arms to grab the child, so she made an excuse, and while talking, she reached out to Huahua's arms and hugged the child.

Hua Duo managed to find the child back, how could she be willing to hug it and let go, she hugged the child tightly and backed away again and again.

"I'm not tired, let me hug, I want to take a good look at him..."

While crying, she kept kissing the child's little cheek.

Xiao Zhou lowered his head and looked at his son affectionately - such a small one, he could hold it up with a slap. At this time, the little guy was sleeping there peacefully, with a Like a little angel, everyone's heart melts...

He couldn't help but curled the corners of his mouth, his eyes filled with tenderness...

Zhou Xilong, who has always been serious, couldn't hold back when he saw the child, and the joy and love in his eyes almost overflowed.

"Well, this kid, yes, it's exactly the same as his father when he was a child. Look, Fanghua, even the birthmark on his forehead is exactly the same."

Zhou Xilong pointed at the child's forehead and introduced it to his wife in surprise.

With this birthmark, even if there are no flowers to recognize each other, the old couple can recognize that this is their child.

Because it is impossible for other people's children to grow the same birthmark as their son, not only the shape of the birthmark is exactly the same as that of Xiao Zhou when he was a child, but also the position of the birthmark is exactly the same.

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

When Aunt Zhou saw the birthmark, she couldn't stop smiling, "It's not that bad, look, it's exactly the same!"

Because the flower hugged the child tightly and did not let go, Xiao Zhou and his parents had no chance to hug the child, so they could only gently poke his little face, or touch his little head, to express their affection for him.

Hua Hua hugged the child and cried for a while, and her mood gradually stabilized. She raised her head and saw that Uncle Zhou and Aunt Zhou were really looking at the child eagerly.

"Uncle, auntie, hug him too..."

"Hey, hey..."

Finally got the right to hold the child, Zhou Xilong and Tian's wife stretched out their arms at the same time, wanting to hold their eldest grandson.

However, seeing that the other party wanted to hug, the old couple's outstretched hand paused at the same time, as if they meant to humble each other.

Just when they paused, Xiao Zhou stretched out his hand long ago, picked up the Jiang child, and held it in his arms.

At the moment of holding the child, Xiao Zhou's heartbeat of excitement accelerated. This is his son, his only son, the inheritance of his blood, the continuation of his life...

He looked deeply at the sleepy little dumpling in his arms, couldn't help lowering his head, and kissed the child's forehead.

This little thing, at the first sight of him, became the master of his life, making him love him to the core at once, as if he was willing to die for him.

Probably because of the nature of the flesh and blood. Anyway, after holding the child, Xiao Zhou never wanted to let go.

Although Zhou Xilong couldn't bear to rob his wife for a child, he was willing to rob him from his son.

Seeing Xiao Zhou holding the child and not letting go, he stretched out his arm and ordered directly.

"Hold the child to me for a while, you are clumsy and you have never held a child before, what should you do if you drop the child?"

Xiao Zhou flashed lightly, avoiding his father's big hand, still staring at his son, "Who said I've never held a child before, isn't it the one I've held since I was a child?"

"Can that be the same? When I get to our house, I can walk and talk. This little guy is still a child. If you dodge him or fall on him, it's up to you." Zhou Xilong continued. He stretched out his arms, as if he would not give up until he could hold the child.