By the lake, gentle laughter floated in all directions in the night wind.
Song Xiang was tickled by Yan Han and said harshly, "Your name is Yan Gou, and your son's name is Yan Xiaowu. Isn't that great? If it's a girl, how cute would Yan Tutu be?"
Severe cold gritted his teeth.
"Okay, okay, if you're not satisfied, just think about it yourself." Song Xiang surrendered.
Yan Han hummed softly and held her in his arms, "Just wait, I'll tell your father."
Song Xiang was amused, "Pull him down. Every time you see your father, you are like a mouse seeing a cat. He won't speak if he can."
Yan Han: "I respect my elders!"
"You're just a coward."
Yan Han said: "I won't argue with you anymore, lest the little guy hears it and thinks his parents are fools."
Song Xiang snorted.
The two were talking when Uncle Yu's voice suddenly came from the opposite side.
"Miss, it's time to rest."
Song Xiang turned around and quietly made a face at Yan Han.
Yan Han hugged her and helped her deal with Uncle Yu, "I'll take her back right now. You should rest early."
Uncle Yu had a very good attitude towards this uncle who had no choice in anything. He thought everything Yan Han said was reliable and left after only saying a few words.
"Your words are much more effective than mine."
"Because what I told is the truth." Yan Han stood up and prepared to hug her, "Let's go."
Song Xiang backed away, "What are you doing?"
"sleep."
Song Xiang sighed and stood up without letting him hold him, "It's not even twelve o'clock..."
She is pregnant and some projects have been stopped for a long time. Now she just sleeps every night, even early, which is very boring.
Yan Han led her forward, walked through the corridor full of bougainvillea, and said in her ear: "Are you reminding me that I should add projects?"
"Don't ask me, ask the kid." Song Xiang said.
Just as I was going down the steps of the corridor, there happened to be a flower garden nearby, the lights were turned on very brightly, and there were people busy inside.
As soon as Song Xiang finished speaking, he discovered that the man was Rong Boye.
"dad."
Rong Boye was wearing a white shirt, with cuffs on his arms, and the cuffs were half rolled up. He was taking care of an epiphyllum under the lantern.
Hearing the sound, he turned around and glanced at Song Xiang, and asked casually: "What are you talking about, so happy?"
Song Xiang said "Oh" and said sweetly: "I didn't say anything, just discussing the baby's name."
Rong Boye stopped and glanced at her belly.
Yan Han said, "Maybe you can come and get it."
Rong Boye's thin lips moved slightly, and he turned around and continued to stir the flower mud, "Of course you are the one to name your son, I won't have a hand in it."
Song Xiang smiled, "Dad, do you also want a grandson?"
Rong Boye said: "I dreamed about your mother, and she said you were pregnant with a naughty egg."
Song Xiang stroked his belly and said, "Naughty bitch, what if I'm a tomboy?"
She turned to look at Yan Han and said, "Like Yingzi."
Yan Han: "..."
A silly girl like Li Ying who is so hot-tempered is not doomed.
"Is this epiphyllum just planted?" Song Xiang turned to Rong Boye.
Rong Boye said: "Well, it probably won't open this year. When you give birth next year, maybe it will open."
He paused and then said: "When the time comes, you can put the flower petals into the wine. If it's a boy, you can make Zhuangyuan Red. If you're a girl, you can make a jar of Naughty Red."
He spoke softly, with a cold expression and no expression at all. The only time he showed soft eyes was when he mentioned Nanqing just now.
Song Xiang sighed in his heart, exchanged a look with Yan Han, stopped talking, and left quietly.