The arrests of Zhou every year are inexplicable. In fact, the little guy is just curious about his kind, so he keeps trying to get closer to Beibei.
Everyone said beautiful words and made the situation perfect.
Next came the process of cutting Beibei's fetal hair and stepping on his footprints. Yan Han helped Song Xiang get up and helped her hold the baby.
The two talked quietly.
Song Xiang: "The little guy doesn't like it when he steps on his footprints, so do it."
He smiled sternly, "You are smart enough to prepare it so quickly."
Song Xiang shrugged.
It's not that she is a thief, it's that she understands her own son.
Cutting the fetal hair is a trivial matter, but stepping on the footprints requires stepping on the ink pad, and the little one may not cooperate.
Sure enough, it was as she expected.
When the fetal hair was being cut, Beibei opened his eyes and glanced at Yan Zhenting, then turned his neck and continued to sleep in her arms.
But when he stepped on the footprints, Yan Han had just pulled the little guy's foot out and touched the print mud a little bit. The little guy immediately retracted his foot and buried his whole body into Song Xiang's arms.
Song Xiang stuck out his tongue at Yan Han.
"Brother Han, I don't give you much face," Yu Tianyu said.
Everyone laughs.
Yan Han didn't take it seriously and pulled the little guy out of Song Xiang's arms. The father and son looked at each other.
When the little guy wasn't paying attention, he quickly grabbed the little feet, and then pressed a pair of little feet on the ink pad.
Beibei moved uncomfortably, but couldn't struggle in the end.
Yanhan finished the operation quickly and turned around to look at the little guy again.
Song Xiang laughed out loud, "It's over, I think he wants to kill you with his eyes."
Yan Yanhan snorted softly and pinched Beibei's face, "Boy, you're still early."
Beibei said "oh" and buried his face in Song Xiang's arms again.
After the footprints were stamped, Yan Zhenting wrote the words with his own hands, and had one hundred and one jars of old wine sealed as Zhuangyuan Red.
The procedure is finally completed.
The audience cheered, and Wang Zheng called everyone downstairs. The Western-style banquet on the lawn had already begun.
All the young people in the main house left, leaving only those of Yan Zhenting's generation talking.
Yan Han took Song Xiang to the side and gently pressed her waist.
Song Xiang moved a few times and said, "Okay, that's it."
Yan Han glanced downstairs and said, "Don't go downstairs if you're tired."
Song Xiang shook his head and handed Beibei to him, "I'm not that crispy, but I was a little uncomfortable just now."
She took him downstairs and said, "Hurry down, there are a lot of people waiting for you."
Not to mention the partners in the mall, there are also many of his friends here, so how can he cower in it.
Others are okay, but this kind of situation is completely Lu Zechen's home field engraved in DNA.
When the severe cold subsided, this guy had already held Gu Lian's hand for a while.
When Gu Lian went to change clothes with Nian Nian in his arms, he finally went to Yan Han's side and drank a lot.
Yan Han was still hugging Bei Bei, with his shoulder on his shoulder.
"Hey, kid, you're still asleep." Lu Zechen reached out and poked Beibei.
Beibei opened his eyes and frowned, not wanting to pay attention to him.
Yan Han still acted like a father, and when Lu Zechen reached out for the second time, he avoided his claws.
"Hey, hey, what do you mean?"
Lu Zechen walked up to him and said, "Be nice to me. I will be your father-in-law in the future. My father-in-law is very noble."
Yan Han glanced at him coldly, wondering if he had drunk too much again.
Lu Zechen clicked his tongue, put down the wine glass, and actually used his hand to pry off his head and pointed his face in the direction of Rong Boye.
"Come on, tell me whether my father-in-law is honorable or not."