Yan Han was jealous of his son, half truth and half false. He could understand Song Xiang's feelings as a mother, but he also didn't want Song Xiang to be filled with only children.
"Idiot, I like you the most." The woman's direct confession came to her ears.
He curled his lips and kissed the tip of her nose, "I barely believe you."
Song Xiang laughed.
She snuggled into his arms and said, "Let Auntie come in and take Beibei away."
She was quite tired after going out for a walk at night.
"Don't worry, there is still a place where he can be used. Let him lie down for a while." Yan Yan said coldly.
Song Xiang laughed out loud, buried her face in his arms, and lightly punched his shoulder, "You are really a biological father."
If you need it, let people keep it.
She turned her face lazily and asked, "Is there anything else?"
Yan Han turned over and took a piece of paper from the desk, "Are you going to call the little guy Yan Beibei when he is one month old?"
When Song Xiang realized what was going on, she stood up and asked, "Didn't I let you make the decision?"
Among the last few names, she really didn't know which one to choose.
Yan Han hugged her, and the two of them leaned on the bedside to watch.
There are three alternative names left.
Yan Zheng'an, Yan Zhiyi, Yan Jingzhou.
The first one was given by Yan Han's grandfather. The old man's meaning was quite obvious. Three generations of the Yan family had not been in politics, so it was time for one.
Song Xiang thought the name was pretty good, but it was too purposeful and attracted attention.
"If Beibei doesn't want to be an outstanding person when he grows up, but just wants to be a painter, can you not force him?" She raised her head and asked Yan Han.
Yan Han smiled, lowered his head and kissed the silly woman.
"When he grows up, it's not like we have to die immediately. If he really doesn't want to do it, we can just work for another ten or twenty years and raise grandchildren."
Song Xiang felt relieved and pointed to the first name, "It's okay."
"What about the second one?"
Yan Zhiyi.
Song Xiang curled his lips in disgust, "It's a bit superficial, Yan Zhiyi, there is so little depth."
It's very cold here.
He thought it was very good, as it allowed the little guy to feel the great love of his parents, and it was also a beautiful beginning for his glorious life.
Song Xiang was determined not to. She still hoped that her son's name would have some serious meaning.
"The third one." Yan Yan said coldly.
Song Xiang came over and took a look, "Yan Jingzhou, is Jing'an world-famous and famous in all nine continents?"
Yan Han raised his chin and said, "Yeah."
Song Xiang turned around and glanced at his sleeping son, "Are your demands on your son too high?"
Yan Han disagreed and said: "After a while, when he is one month old, we will announce his name. He does not have to do anything, and his name has already spread throughout Jiuzhou. I just want him to settle down in the world. Is it difficult?"
Song Xiang: "..."
She closed her eyes and said, "It's too difficult to be your son."
Yan Han pinched her face and said, "Don't interrupt, tell me which one is better."
Song Xiang really didn't know which one was better. She had difficulty choosing, and she could still choose randomly. The name would follow the child for a lifetime, so she didn't dare to be random.
"Hey, you make your choice." She passed the blame to Yan Han and gave him a high hat, "As the head of the family, you can choose big things."
Yan Han snorted, "I don't usually think you are so dependent on me."
Song Xiang shrugged, "No matter, I don't choose anyway."