As soon as she finished speaking, the little guy seemed to be sensing something. He was fine at first, but when he heard her words, he cried out to Ling Shengle.
Qiao Yuan, who was next to her, held her grandson in her arms and coaxed her gently. She glanced at her daughter helplessly. How could anyone say such a thing about her son
Ling Sheng couldn't help but laugh out loud: "Your son understands what you are saying."
Song Yiyan glanced at it. He couldn't understand how big the little thing was. She just looked at Ling Sheng with a smile: "Give Xiaoxue Tuan a hug. I haven't seen her for several days. Come and show her to mom." Look, she’s beautiful again.”
"Your body hasn't recovered yet, she's quite heavy." Ling Sheng hugged her daughter and sat on the edge of the bed, holding her for her to see.
The little guy Xiaoxue Tuan was as happy as a flower no matter who he saw. When he saw Song Yiyan, he waved his little hands and begged for a hug, and even giggled out loud.
Song Yiyan felt soft in her heart. The more she looked at her, the more she felt she was cute. Her daughter was cuter. She held the little one in her arms and said, "Xue Tuan'er, do you miss your mother?"
Xiao Xue Tuan arched in her arms, grinning even more happily, and her big eyes narrowed into beautiful crescents.
The two-month-old little dumpling is pretty and chubby, but his facial features already have the appearance of a beautiful woman, not to mention how cute he is.
"Have you chosen a name for your son?" Ling Sheng took the little guy from Qiao Yuan's hand, and he looked more and more cute.
She didn't know if it was because of the child or because of other people's cuteness. Anyway, the more she looked at it, the more pleasing she became. This was the first time she saw such a beautiful baby just after birth.
"Take it, call it Little Hockey Ball." After Song Yiyan finished speaking, she teased Xue Tuan'er: "Isn't it, Xue Tuan'er, it matches your name."
Ling Sheng looked at her like that and didn't know whether she really took it or just made a random joke: "Did you take it from Ji Xing?"
Song Yiyan took it for granted: "What I took is what Ji Xing took."
Dare he object
Ling Sheng sighed and glanced at the little guy in his arms: "Baby, your mother said you are called Little Hockey Ball, are you willing?"
The little guy in my arms cried for a while and was coaxed to sleep. After taking two mouthfuls of milk, he fell asleep again.
Newly born children are like this. They sleep only when they are eating, and eat when they are sleeping.
"Xue Tuan'er." Song Yiyan pointed at her son and said seriously: "See, that, that is your future husband. You can also ask him to be your son-in-law."
"You are talking to yourself, have you obtained their consent?" Ling Sheng glanced at her and muttered: "They are not our appendages, how could they agree on the marriage so casually?"
Song Yiyan glared at her dissatisfied and continued to coax Xue Tuan'er: "Xue Tuan'er, if you are willing, just smile at mom."
Xue Tuan'er was happy again, giggling happily.
Song Yiyan looked at Ling Sheng: "Did you see it? Xue Tuan'er herself agreed."
"My daughter always smiles when she sees her." Ling Sheng looked at her precious daughter. She was born to like to laugh, and she would be happy no matter who she was with.
"I don't care, Xue Tuan'er agreed anyway." Song Yiyan's attitude was forceful and unreasonable.
The little ice ball in Ling Sheng's arms cried again. She hugged and coaxed her while saying, "Did you see it? Your son objected."
Song Yiyan looked at her hopeless son. In order to find him a wife, she, as a mother, had to work hard, but he still had the nerve to make trouble: "Xiao Bingqiu, if you want Xiaoxuetuan to be your wife, don't cry. .”
Ling Sheng wondered what a newborn little guy could understand, but she didn't know what a shocking coincidence the little ice ball actually stopped crying, choked twice, and even spit out bubbles in his mouth. .
Song Yiyan laughed proudly. Her son is not bad, and he is so proud of his mother: "Did you see it? Your daughter and my son have both agreed, and we still have reasons to object."
Ling Sheng didn't object. Anyway, in other words, when the children grow up, it won't be up to them to decide who they like.
The mother of this great child in front of her has been engaged to the Dongfang family since she was a child. She just ran away from marriage. As a parent, she can't control that much.
But if they really like each other and can be together in the future, it will be great. They are both children who have watched them grow up, so I can rest assured.
"Don't worry, Shengsheng. My son will definitely be a handsome guy in the future. In the whole of China, tell me, besides your Xiao Qi and my Xiao Hockey, who else can be so handsome." Song Yiyan continued to persuade her seriously: "Xiao Qi is Xiao Xueqiu's brother. This can only be ruled out. The only one left is my son. Apart from my son, who else is worthy of Xiao Xueqiu? You decide for yourself."
Ling Sheng was moved by her messy theory that made no sense: "That's what you said."
In terms of looks, Ji Xing and her husband are definitely at the top of the chain of genetic superiority.
If she had to add another one, her father could barely count as one now. When her father was at the peak of his appearance, he could actually compete with them.
"That's right, how can we waste such excellent genes like ours? It can only get better and better, not worse, right?" Song Yiyan was finally happy, and she felt more and more pleasing to the eye when she looked at her son.
This little bastard is too discerning and has a long face!
"You are a pregnant woman, whatever you say is right." Ling Sheng said with a smile.
"What I'm telling you is the truth." Song Yiyan put the little snow ball beside her, who was tired from playing in her arms and fell asleep. She asked Ling Sheng to put her son together and looked at the two little guys: "Really, the more I look at it, The better, don’t you think?”
Ling Sheng nodded cooperatively.
"You said you agreed, can your husband agree?" Song Yiyan seemed to have just thought of this question.
Ling Sheng: "You should worry about whether my father and my grandfather agree."
On her husband's side, it doesn't matter what she says. The most difficult things to deal with are her father and her grandfather.
"Isn't there your mother on your father's side?" Song Yiyan glanced at her disdainfully, and then said: "Isn't there your grandma on your grandfather's side?"
This little thing can be solved with a little flexibility, and it's not like she has to go to the battlefield alone.
"Don't you know the tempers of my grandfather and my father?" Ling Sheng: "Even with my mother and grandmother, it's not that easy to get things done."
Besides, in this generation of their family, there is only a girl like Xiao Xueqiu, and Grandpa is very precious to her.
"Mommy, godmother."
Xiao Qi and Xiao Sangyu's voices sounded at the door of the ward, and their footsteps arrived in a blink of an eye. They opened the door and ran in.
(End of chapter)