There were several names on the paper, but Song Xiang noticed two small dots under the meaning of Rong.
She guessed that either Nan Qing liked the name, or Rong Boye thought it was a good name.
"That's it."
Rong Boye looked at the place where she pointed, his expression calm, but there was a clear glimmer in his eyes.
Song Xiang supported his chin with one hand, "Yi, does it mean affection?"
She raised her head and looked at Rong Boye with a smile.
Rong Boye said nothing and looked at her steadily, with his clear eyes, it seemed that he could look into the eyes of another person.
Song Xiang noticed something strange about Rong Boye, reached out and took his hand, "Dad, I will stay with you from now on."
Compared with the paleness of words, the warmth spreads from the palm of the hand to the heart bit by bit, quietly melting away the frost.
Rong Boye raised his other hand and touched Song Xiang's head.
There was silence in the room, and there was a knock on the door.
"Enter."
Uncle Yu opened the door, holding two plates of snacks in his hands.
When Song Xiang saw it, she felt deeply that Uncle Yu was always hungry when he went to eat crabs, and now she had her chest pressed against her back.
Uncle Yu put down the snack and didn't say much, leaving enough space for the father and daughter.
Song Xiang put a plate of snacks on her lap, stuffed two pieces into her mouth first, looked up and saw Rong Boye, immediately took a piece and handed it to Rong Boye's mouth.
"Dad, you eat too."
Rong Boye was stunned for a moment and opened his mouth. He originally just wanted to take a bite, but Song Xiang stuffed it in his mouth.
"The chef at home is so good that we can open a shop."
Song Xiang gave a thumbs up while eating.
Rong Boye didn't know whether to laugh or cry, chewing silently, looking down and seeing Song Xiang's cheeks bulging like a pufferfish, he couldn't help but reach out and pinch Song Xiang's face.
Song Xiang:???
"dad?"
Rong Boye: “I have indeed gained weight recently.”
Song Xiang: "..."
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After deciding on the name, Rong Boye quickly had someone come to his door to bring the materials. Song Xiang only needed to fingerprint and sign.
The new ID card I got that day took on a new lease of life when I saw the name on it.
I wanted to call Yan Han, but thinking that the two of them were still "quarreling", it would be too embarrassing to take the initiative to call him, so I gritted my teeth and endured it.
It would be great if Sister Lian is here, and there is someone to share with.
Apart from worries, the pace of life has begun to speed up again.
The scale of the introduction banquet was unprecedented, and the number of contacts between the Rong family alone gave Song Xiang a headache.
"The banquet is held directly at home, except for the open-air lawn by the lake and the reception building to the north." Rong Zhe said.
Song Xiang was extremely busy and had to study in the afternoon and evening. It was really unbearable.
After thinking about it, I finally asked Wang Fuxue to help.
When it comes to socializing and entertaining, Wang Fuxue is definitely the number one among the wealthy daughters in Beijing. With her helping to cook, things go much smoother.
"How many invitations do you have for the Yan family?" When encountering a sensitive topic, Wang Fuxue specifically asked.
Song Xiang has a big head, and she and Yan Han are just in love. Logically speaking, they can not invite Yan Zhenting, but if they don't, the outside world may make speculations, and if they do, they are afraid that Yan Zhenting won't come.
"Three copies, give them all to Yan Han."
After thinking about it, I made this decision.
Wang Fuxue gave a thumbs up, "Wise."
Throw the blame to Yan Han. Whether it comes or not is Yan Han's business.
Once all the preparations have been made, all it takes is a good day with clear weather.
Song Xiang was still waiting for Yan Han's review, but in the end there was no movement. She hadn't seen him for several days, which made her feel itchy.