"Qin Chaochao, Qin Mumu." Huo Mian said slowly.
"Chaochaomumu? This name... is so special..." one of the little nurses said with a smile.
"It's so poetic... I remember there is a poem called "If love lasts for a long time, how can we stay together day and night? Wow... Miss Huo, are you missing the baby's father?" Another young nurse also asked jokingly.
Huo Mian smiled and said nothing. She just turned her head and looked at her mother.
"Mom...are these two names okay? Do they sound good?"
"It sounds nice... you can just like it... My granddaughter... you can call her whatever you want." Yang Meirong's eyes were warm.
What a blessing it is to be with my daughter and watch her give birth to a pair of adorable twins.
"Miss Huo... it's almost time... the baby needs to go to the incubator to sleep for a while."
"good."
Huo Mian reluctantly let go of her hand and asked the nurses to take the child away.
Then she and her mother were the only two people left in the room...
"Xiao Mian... Mom has always wanted to talk to you alone." Yang Meirong looked at her daughter and spoke slowly.
"Mom... you say."
"Xiao Mian... Mom, what I said to you today has no other meaning... Don't think too much about it, Mom is doing it for your own good..."
Yang Meirong knew that Huo Mian suffered from prenatal depression, so she didn't dare to say too much before.
Now that the baby was born, Huo Mian's mood was much better.
She really needs to have a good talk with her daughter...
"I know, don't worry about it, I'm not that pretentious." Huo Mian smiled.
Then he took the initiative to take his mother's hand and put it in his palm, just like when he was a child.
Although Yang Meirong is not her biological mother, she has been really good to her over the years.
She has never looked down upon herself just because Zhixin is a boy and she is a girl.
On the contrary, they all have the same love, although later because of Uncle Jing's death, her mother misunderstood her deeply.
But it doesn’t affect the mother-daughter friendship for so many years...
Seeing what Huo Mian said, Yang Meirong had no worries and said earnestly, "Xiao Mian... you are only 25 years old... you are so young and have twins, what will you do in the future?"
"Mom... I haven't worked hard at all. The money Qin Chu left me is enough for our family to have enough food and clothing... Do you know how much that is?" Huo Mian said with a smile.
"I'm not interested in those numbers. I only know that there are many things in this world that money cannot replace... No matter how rich you are, can you buy the father's love of twins?" Yang Meirong asked.
Huo Mian was silent...
"Can you buy the companionship of the man you need?"
Huo Mian was still silent...
"Xiao Mian... I know you are a strong woman. You are independent and strong. You have been like this all these years... But now if you don't think about yourself, you have to think about the twins... They were born without a father... From now on, they will only Being able to grow up with your mother's love...that feeling...can you really bear it?"
"I don't want to either... Mom, what can I do? Qin Chu..." Huo Mian's eyes were slightly moist.
She has controlled herself not to think about Qin Chu, fearing that her depression will worsen.
"Then have you ever thought about it... If Qin Chu is dead... he will never come back... What about you? Do you really plan to be alone?" Yang Meirong looked at her daughter with distress and asked every word.