The name of the newborn is determined. Surprisingly, the name is An Kechun.
Nangong's heart was a little uncomfortable, but looking at his wife's face, anyway, he had everything with Xia Xia and his daughter, but it was a name, so let her get up.
Well life, so many good things happened to him alone.
An Kechun hugged his baby girl, watching the translucent night outside the window, looking at a round of moon in the sky, thinking about it, "Call the moon."
"Nangong Mingyue?" Angxia repeated the name, and then looked at her husband, and wanted to ask the meaning of Nangongyu. After all, this was the daughter of the two of them.
Nangong Yan thought that his daughter was born on the Yuanyue Night, but she responded. Sui, he nodded.
An Kechun looked at the soft group in his arms and laughed.
When is Mingyue, ask the wine to ask Qingtian.
The moon is born on the moon, and the world is at this time.
Since ancient times, Mingyue has condensed everyone's good wish.
Moonlight night, the moon is bright moon.
Nangong Mingyue, Nangong family's small part of the year was born.
After An Kechun walked, Nangongyu hugged his daughter and said at the sleeping little face, "Don't say, your auntie was called by my daughter, so good."
Ankexia looked at it, and the index finger touched her daughter's nose gently, and said softly, "Mingyue, mother hopes that you can warm your aunt's heart."
"Why warm her aunt, don't warm her father and mother?" Nangong asked.
Ankexia stared at her husband, and his tone changed automatically. "Where do you need warmth?"
"Heart."
"What's wrong with your heart?"
"I ..." Nangong's heart is now sweet, and she really does not need to be warm. Compared with his aunt's heart, she should be warm. She should be warm.
"After all a girl, why did she give her a girl?" The master of the Nangong family complained.
Ankexia signaled her daughter, "Don't you remember, why do I want to have her?"
Last year's memory, assaulting his mind, the head of the Nangong family hugged his daughter and did not let his wife watch it.
But when the child was crying, Nangongyu hugged his wife again.
"Don't you let me see, why don't you feed yourself?"
The owner said: "I haven't evolved to this level, and I have to rely on summer and summer."
On New Year's Eve, I rushed home.
The Jiang family's New Year's Eve dinner was eaten in the Manxianglou again. Jiangsu lost a lot of weight. Jiang Chen Shao saw the pain in his eyes and did not say that the children's chair could not install the troubled little mountain, because he did not like to be constrained and fastened.
So I pulled an adult chair for the little guy to stand on it and eat freely.
In the meal, Jiang Lao proposed to have a drink, "The dust wind can still drink eight or two with me before, I have never measured the dust, Xiaosu, you are young, you can drink your dad and your uncle."
Jiangsu got up and went to the door to hold a bottle of white wine.
Jiang Lao disliked, "Cut, Grandpa’s drinking age is older than you, who can see who?"
Jiang Chenfeng had a smile and watched his son's wine. He was here.
Jiang Chenhao handed over his own wine glass and watched his nephew pour him up.