"Isn't it a bit hasty?" Wang Fuxue thought for a moment.
Song Xiang touched his chin, "It sounds good, but it's a bit simple."
"It's better to keep it simple," Gu Lian said.
Song Xiang was slightly surprised, "Sister Lian thinks it's good too?"
Li Ying's eyes lit up, and she flicked her tongue at Wang Fuxue a little proudly.
Wang Fuxue held her forehead and asked Gu Lian, "Didn't you have any alternative names before?"
Gu Lian was silent.
During these few months of pregnancy, she and Lu Zechen had not tortured each other enough, so how could they have time to calm down and name their child together.
Occasionally she would think about it when she was alone, but when she thought about it she would feel depressed and naturally she couldn't think of anything good.
Every year, it sounds warm.
"You can call it like this first, and then you can think of a name later." Song Xiang suggested.
Gu Lian came back to his senses, turned to look at the child, moved his body with great difficulty, got close to the child's face, and kissed it carefully.
The little pink dumpling felt the movement and moved its mouth.
"Nian Nian." Gu Lian called out.
"It seems like she quite likes it." Song Xiang said.
"Very good." Gu Lian finally had a smile on his face. He lay down and turned to look at Li Ying, "Yingzi, thank you."
Li Ying was a little embarrassed. She was just joining in the fun, but she didn't expect Gu Lian to like it.
"Thank you, after all, I was her dad who played with her since she was little..."
Halfway through her words, two warning glances came over her from the opposite side.
Li Ying: "Ah... no..."
She raised her hand and patted her mouth, "Sorry, I didn't stop it."
Song Xiang & Wang Fuxue: "..."
Gu Lian twitched the corner of his mouth and looked at them, "You don't have to worry about me so much. I'm not so weak that I can't even hear a little bit of information from him."
Song Xiang pulled the quilt for her and thought of a way to change the topic. The nurse happened to come in to check Gu Lian's wounds, and they left the ward first.
Li Ying got the first chance to name her, and she immediately took out her mobile phone, not knowing who to call, and talking happily.
Wang Fuxue pulled Song Xiang to the side and asked quietly: "Is it true that no one from the Lu family has been here?"
Song Xiang nodded, she was also a little confused, "That Mrs. Lu is patriarchal, so she doesn't care?"
"That's not right." Wang Fuxue glanced at the ward and said, "Lu Zechen is the sole son of the Lu family, and his grandma is keeping him. Even if Aunt Lu doesn't care, the old lady will still have to come out to stir things up. Lu Zechen is the same age as Yan Han.
, the old lady almost goes crazy thinking about her great-grandson, even if it is a daughter, she cannot ignore it. "
Song Xiang frowned and thought about it carefully, "Maybe it's brewing?"
Wang Fuxue pursed her lips and shook her head, "I'm not sure. Anyway, you need to keep more people here. That old lady is very domineering. She might be able to do such a thing as robbing a child."
"Don't worry, I will pay attention."
After Wang Fuxue finished speaking, she received a call and seemed quite busy.
The Chinese New Year was coming soon, and everyone in the big family was very busy. Song Xiang already felt warm and heart-warming that she could come over, and he quickly urged her to get busy.
As soon as Wang Fuxue left, Song Xiang went to the first floor, intending to see Xiao Sheng.
As a result, when I arrived, I found that the ward was crowded with many people, all of whom were in uniform.
She peeked inside and found Xiao Sheng with a bandage on his forehead, leaning against the bed with a cold face. People around him were offering condolences, but she didn't react at all.
"It's not easy for her." Leng Buding's voice interrupted.
Song Xiang was startled and turned around to see Li Ying wrapped in a big cotton-padded jacket.