1160 The chaotic labor (5)
Tong Lu grabbed Leng Yejin’s hand tightly. She was reluctant to part with him. mom, let Ye Jin accompany me. I’m scared to be alone.
he’ll only cause more trouble if he goes in. He doesn’t know anything. Mom’s here with you. Don’t be afraid.
Mrs. Yin pulled their hands away from each other. Leng Yejin almost risked his life to fight with Mrs. Yin. It was as if they were going to part forever. In Leng Yejin’s eyes, Mrs. Yin was the most detestable witch in the world. She was the old witch who had come to separate him from Tong Lu!
In his anger, he almost spat out the words “old witch.”
Although Yin Zhan didn’t understand the reason why the old lady wouldn’t let Leng Yejin in at this time, he showed his filial piety, which was rare for him, and he and Yan Shuo held Leng Yejin back tightly.
Leng Yejin was furious. He raised his fist and swung it at Yin Zhan and Yan Shuo.
Yan Shuo could not bear to be beaten up. Leng Yejin punched him on the bridge of his nose, and blood immediately began to flow out.
Fortunately, Yin Zhan was good at fighting. After exchanging a few blows, Tong Lu was already sent into the delivery room. The door closed, and everything was settled.
Leng Yejin stared at the closed delivery room door. He was so angry that he could not say anything. He then looked at Yin Zhan, who was an eyesore.
Painful screams came from the delivery room, and the displeasure became more and more intense.
He had always kept a low profile in front of his father-in-law’s family and smiled obsequiously whenever he could. But now, they didn’t allow him to follow them into the delivery room, so he could only stand outside the delivery room and worry. His temper, which had been suppressed in the past, suddenly burst out. He suddenly walked up to Yin Zhan, raised his leg, and punched him hard.
Madam President stood at the side, her heart palpitating. She shouted, ” Ye Jin, what are you doing? ”
Leng Yejin did not even listen to her. He could hear the sounds of pain coming from the delivery room. He felt as if a knife was being stabbed in his heart. How could he not find someone to vent his pain on?
Yan Shuo stuffed his nose with two cotton balls as he looked at the intense battle. He shouted, ” “Big bro Zhan, beat him to death!”
“It’s still not certain who will be the one to be beaten to death!” Leng Yejin roared.
Madam President wanted to stop Leng Yejin, but Yan Shuo immediately went up to stop her. “Madam, be careful not to get hit.”
“Hey, both of you, stop!” Madam President tried to persuade him, but no one listened.
Madam President looked at her husband, but the president couldn’t be bothered. A fight was better than standing there and worrying.
Mister Yin Rong only cared about his daughter in the delivery room and didn’t have time to care about anything else. It was said that giving birth was the gate to hell. Nothing could happen to the daughter he finally reunited with. His heart was hanging there. He didn’t care if his son beat someone to death or if he was beaten to death by someone else.
Madam President was at her wit’s end and could only watch anxiously. She repeatedly urged them to show mercy. These two children were both men in their thirties and didn’t know their limits. Why were they beating each other up?
The entire scene outside the delivery room could only be described with one word: It was a mess.
Meanwhile, in the delivery room, Mrs. Yin was constantly cheering her daughter on.
Fortunately, the process of entering the delivery room did not last for four or five hours. Forty minutes later, the sound of crying suddenly came from the delivery room. The tender voice was unusually loud, which was the proof of the newborn’s first arrival in this world.
Leng Yejin, who was fighting with Yin Zhan, was the first to hear the baby’s cries. He immediately let go of Yin Zhan. Without waiting for the nurse in the delivery room to open the door, he kicked the door open with great force. The young nurse who was about to open the door for him was so frightened that she took a few steps back and strolled.