When An Zhisu was nine months pregnant, her morning sickness finally stopped and her appetite gradually improved. However, because she was close to her due date, she couldn't eat and drink as much as she wanted. She was hungry every day and wished she could go to the hospital to have a caesarean section.
Little guy, take it out.
The little one seems to be eager to come out, and the fetal movements are becoming more and more frequent. As long as someone plays with her, she can play from morning to night, and she can still torment An Zhisu.
For this reason, An Zhisu explicitly prohibited the three men in the family from messing with the little guy in his belly. However, the little guy seemed to have a telepathic connection with his father and two older brothers. Whenever he heard their voices, he would move excitedly. If his father and older brothers were
If you don't play with her, she can kick An Zhisu in the stomach.
An Zhisu really lost, and had to continue to let Ye Lancheng and Dabao Erbao touch her pregnant belly, talk and play with the little guy in her belly. The little guy had already become the heart of the three men before he was born. Even Dabao, a noble cub,
I am willing to sacrifice my time to read and play with my sister every day.
An Zhisu looked up at the sky, fearing that she was harboring enemies from her previous life.
On this weekend, the three men did not have to go to work or go to school, so a family of four and the little one in their belly discussed naming the little one together.
An Zhisu was the first to put forward his opinion: "Ye Ansheng, let's call him Ansheng. He was so noisy when he was in the stomach. He won't be able to go to heaven when he comes out. We must give him a name to shock him."
Ye Lancheng's head was covered with black lines.
Dabao looked disapproving.
Even the most uneducated Erbao showed a look of disgust.
The little guy in his belly even kicked An Zhisu, strongly expressing his dissatisfaction.
An Zhisu slapped the bulging little foot: "Please give me Ansheng a little, so that Ansheng won't wrong you at all."
"No." Ye Lancheng objected.
Dabao's words were concise and to the point: "It's unpleasant to hear."
The second child is full of ghosts and ghosts, but with his dad and brother supporting him, he will not offend his dear mommy, he will be mommy's caring little cotton-padded jacket.
An Zhisu glared at the father and son and gritted his teeth, then settled for the next best thing: "That's called An Fenfen."
Boom!
The little guy kicked me again.
An Zhisu hissed.
Ye Lancheng stretched out his big palm and placed it on his young wife's pregnant belly to comfort his daughter: "Be good, don't make trouble, mom."
The little guy became honest instantly.
An Zhisu's face turned dark and he snorted: "You won't be happy to be called An Sheng, and you won't be happy to be called An Fen, so let's just call him An Jing."
Dabao, the noble cub, said simply and concisely: "Ugly."
"What?" An Zhisu didn't understand. She said it was ugly. She understood. How could a name still be described as ugly?
Er Bao explained for his brother: "Mommy, there is a girl in our class named Jing Jing. She always clings to her brother, who thinks she is ugly."
An Zhisu:......
The eldest son is pursuing a little girl even before he is 7 years old. In this age where appearance is paramount.
An Zhisu mentioned three names in a row, but all were rejected. She was heartbroken and unwilling to give in. She was pregnant and gave birth to a child. Why was she not allowed to choose a name?
So after thinking about it, she had an idea: "Ah, I thought of a better name, let's call it Dragon Egg. Since it belongs to the year of the dragon, and it is the baby bump of the three of you, it is most suitable to call it Dragon Egg."
Ye Lancheng:......
Dabao:……
Erbao:……
The little guy in the belly:......
If it weren't for her father's big hands suppressing her, she would have jumped out and kicked An Zhisu.
"Mom, eat grapes." Dabao suggested in a roundabout way that she should shut up.
Erbao also fought hard for his sister: "Mommy, I will help you skin it."
Ye Lan was even more direct: "Your qualification for naming has been cancelled."
An Zhisu was furious: "Why? What's wrong with dragon eggs?"
Erbao promptly stuffed a peeled grape into An Zhisu's face and coaxed her thoughtfully: "Mommy, don't be angry, eat the grape."
An Zhisu's anger was extinguished by Er Bao's filial piety. She hugged Er Bao and cried, "Only Er Bao is my caring little cotton-padded jacket."
"Yeah, Mommy, I love you forever, mua." Erbao kissed An Zhisu hard on the face.
An Zhisu's injured heart was soothed, and he glared at Ye Lancheng and Dabao, saying that he would not take anything if he didn't want it.
"I automatically give up my qualifications." Erbao raised his hand and stood in line with his mother: "Anyway, whatever my sister's name is, she is Sambo to me."
An Zhisu was moved by Erbao's filial piety, and it turned out that the baby was actually her little cotton-padded jacket, and what was in her belly was a fake.
One mother and son were disqualified, and the other voluntarily gave up their qualifications. In the end, only Ye Lancheng and Dabao father and son were left to compete for the final naming rights.
Ye Lancheng motioned to Dabao to tell him his name first.
"Ye Muxin." Dabao specially added: "The heart of my beloved."
His sister is the darling of the family, and the word "mu" in the middle follows his and Erbao's, which he feels is very good.
An Zhisu: Ha.
It's not as down-to-earth as her "dragon egg". Others will know it's a baby bump as soon as they hear it.
Erbao peeled off the grapes with his nose and nose in mind. He didn't participate in the naming battle. It didn't matter what the name was anyway. He didn't know how to call his sister's name. That was for others to call her.
"The word "心" is a good word." Ye Lancheng nodded: "This word coincides with me."
Dabao looked at him and frowned: "Do you feel bad about admiring me?"
Ye Lancheng gently touched An Zhisu's pregnant belly. The little boy interacted happily with his father. The tenderness in Ye Lancheng's eyes was like a wave of spring water, and he slowly said: "Ye Yixin."
His daughter is his only darling, so calling her Yixin can better reflect that. What the hell is Muxin? Don't use the word "two broken sons".
When An Zhisu heard the name, he almost spit grapes into Ye Lan's face.
Dabao and Erbao were not happy either.
Erbao is always against his father: "Dad, my sister is not your only one's darling. She is our whole family's darling. You can't dominate her."
An Zhisu immediately raised his hand: "Don't count me out. She and I had a feud with each other for eight months."
She is also a sweetheart. If she could make the decision, she would name her daughter Ye Cao Cao.
"Dad, the Qing Dynasty has been subjugated for more than a hundred years." Dabao's words became even more vicious. The implication was that we should not try to engage in feudal autocratic imperialism. We are a democratic family.
Ye Lancheng wanted to throw away his two broken sons.
An Zhisu looked at the three men, big and small, who were glaring at each other, and suggested weakly: "Otherwise, let's call him Ye Yiling. The three hearts just represent the darlings of the three of you."
"No." The three men, big and small, rejected it in unison.
"It sounds like a maid's name." Erbao often plays the role of the crown prince in palace dramas, so the word "惢" is often used to name maids.
"It's extremely unpleasant to hear." Dabao's disgust could reach the roof.
Ye Lancheng even had a dark face: "Ye Yixin, there is no need to discuss."
Then he glared at the two sons fiercely. The second son was the most hopeless and shrank his neck and stopped talking.
Only Dabao dared to glare at his father. The father and son stared at each other with big eyes and small eyes. No one wanted to give in. The atmosphere was tense for a time.
An Zhisu was eating grapes leisurely, and just when he was thinking about which of the father and son would be defeated first, his stomach suddenly twitched, and a familiar feeling suddenly came over him.
Ye Lancheng, who had been putting his hand on his pregnant belly, immediately felt his wife's contractions, and immediately picked up An Zhisu and carried her to the garage without saying a word.
Dabao and Erbao didn't understand. When they saw An Zhisu's expression suddenly distorted, they jumped up in fright and followed behind.
The servants suddenly panicked. Knowing that the mistress was about to give birth, they quickly grabbed the maternity bag that had been prepared long ago, called the driver, and followed Ye Lancheng to the hospital.