Ye Yirui saw Song Jiaren as soon as she came in, and she shouted: "Godmother, why are you here free?
Are you all busy with the wedding?"
"Now that you're done, I'll pick up the wedding dress.
You walk slower, you might scare Qiao Yu."
Song Jiaren was scared when she saw her walking.
"He's just worried, but I'm safe."
Ye Yirui said and was about to sit down.
"Slow down!"
Ye Lancheng's eyes nearly popped out.
Ye Yirui was startled by him.
An Zhisu said speechlessly: "Please lower your voice, I'm scaring your granddaughter."
Ye Lancheng lowered his voice and warned: "You are about to give birth, can't you be more careful?"
Ye Yirui didn't like being talked about, so she said obediently, and asked for some sour plum soup as soon as she sat down.
Sour and spicy girl.
It feels like Ye Lancheng's wish for this baby is going to come true again.
Song Jiaren was thinking this in her heart, but she didn't dare to say it out loud, for fear that Ye Lancheng would not let her in in the future.
The servant brought sour plum soup, and Ye Yirui drank it happily.
Song Jiaren asked: "Is the due date just a few days away?"
Ye Yirui nodded vaguely and said, "Three or four days."
"Then you have to be careful on Huaijin's wedding day. There are many people that day. When you leave the ceremony, stay in the room to rest. Don't come out to make trouble with them."
Song Jiaren felt something was inappropriate as she spoke, and added: "I'll arrange another ambulance and doctors and nurses, so that you won't be anxious if you suddenly give birth."
"No, no, no."
Ye Yirui swallowed a mouthful of sour plum soup and said, "I'm not afraid if I really have to give birth. With Qiao Yu here, I'll be at the hospital in minutes. My dad has already made arrangements for the hospital."
Song Jiaren had forgotten that Qiao Yu could teleport, so she felt relieved.
"If you were born that day, we would be blessed with a double blessing."
Song Jiaren smiled.
"No, if it were born that day, it would be Ye Shuang's favorite."
Ye Yirui said casually.
Ye Lancheng glared again: "What the hell did you name me? It's Ye Xiaoqiao."
Song Jiaren thought that Ye Xiaoqiao was also a pretty common name.
However, she was very aware of current affairs and immediately said: "Ye Xiaoqiao is good, Xiao Qiao is good to hear, and Da Qiao sounds like brother and sister."
The brother and sister succeeded in pleasing Ye Lancheng, and he said: "Please stay for lunch, I will cook."
As long as Ye Yirui lived in Lanting, Ye Lancheng never let her eat the food cooked by the servants.
Song Jiaren was flattered and originally planned to leave. When she heard that Ye Lancheng was going to cook, she decided to stay. After all, Ye Lancheng's cooking skills were not comparable to those of ordinary people.
"Look at your father, do you still dare to have a daughter like this? Be careful, Qiao Yu will become a daughter slave in the future. He only has daughters in his eyes and no wife."
An Zhisu has not had enough of her daughter's jealousy after so many years.
"Impossible."
Ye Yirui already had a countermeasure: "If I really give birth to a daughter, I will leave it to my father to take care of. Anyway, he likes it. I don't care. I will go on a trip with Qiao Yu after my confinement."
Song Jiaren patted the sofa and laughed: "Hahahaha, this trick of yours is really amazing."
An Zhisu was going to be angry to death. Who said his son was a debt collector? She was clearly the debt collector.
"Please stop saying a few words, I'm almost going to have a heart attack from you."
An Zhisu now dares not hit or scold her, but can only tell her to shut up.
Ye Yirui shut up very obediently, but said one last sentence before shutting up.
"Da Qiao will also come back."
Finally, she had something to say that made An Zhisu happy. This time, Ye Zhaixing didn't know where he was going. He had been gone for more than a year, and now he was finally coming back. She missed her eldest grandson.