Chapter 739

When the cold attached to kiss her forehead: "yes, I came, I came to pick you up and the children home."

"Child After giving birth, song Qinghuan thought of his children for the first time.

She turned her eyes and saw a small log bed beside the bed. A baby was lying in it, sleeping soundly.

Song Qinghuan subconsciously stretched out his hand and pulled the cot.

It seems that the baby was disturbed. Her face wrinkled and she began to cry.

Song Qinghuan was at a loss and showed a helpless smile to shiyuhan.

When Yuhan picked up the baby from the log bed, the little thing who had closed his eyes and cried suddenly stopped crying. Then he slowly opened one eye, and his small brow also wrinkled. When he looked at it, he closed his eyes again and quieted down as if he were asleep.

Song Qinghuan frowned. "It looks so small and a little ugly. It looks like a kitten. My aunt says it's very beautiful."

"Just born children are not like this. When they grow up, they will be beautiful." He said with a smile.

"There is a premonition that I can't bring her," Song Qinghuan sighed subconsciously.

"And me!" Shi Yuhan held the child in one hand and song Qinghuan in the other: "although the matter has not been completely solved, the known danger can be prevented, so we go home, and I will take care of the child and you."

With that, his hand gently stroked song Qinghuan's hair, and his expression was gentle as if he could drip water.

And song Qinghuan in his gaze, the whole person like turned into water: "mm-hmm, I know, I always know, you will take me and baby home."

When the cold kiss her forehead: "so, you can now have a good rest, have a good dream."

Song Qinghuan's eyes are wet and his heart is full of heat.

Just as he was about to close his eyes and have a good sleep, he suddenly thought of something, and then said, "that baby, there is a name to marry. I haven't given him yet? What do you say is a better name? "

When Yu Han's face was full of tenderness, "how about calling her Lele?"

Song Qinghuan frowned: "why is it called Lele?"

When the cold light way: "you are Huanhuan, she is happy, our family's happy."

Song Qinghuan chuckled: "when the cold, you are ready to raise me as a daughter."

When the cold hook lips: "not good? Father is the daughter of pain in the palm of the hand, I have such a pet you, not happy

"Happy! It's called Lele, shile... " Song Qinghuan said, suddenly a heavy expression: "no, it's not good to hear, time is happy, dead, dead, not good!"

Her eyes turned cunningly: "how about four words?"

"four words?" Asked Shi Yuhan.

Song Qinghuan smiles: "time has changed!"

When the cold slightly a Leng, then spoiled and helplessly shook his head: "you ah!"

After thinking about it, he said, "if you don't want to call it Lele, call it Yimo."

"Foam! "Help each other with foam," Song Qinghuan said with a happy smile: "OK, it's called foam!"

When the name was chosen, song Qinghuan felt at ease and was ready to fall asleep. But just now, her eyes immediately opened again. She looked at the cold when she was tired, and then patted the empty side of the bed: "the bed is very big, please lie down with me for a while."

He nodded in the cold.

He gently laid his daughter on the log bed and moved the log bed to the side of the big bed so that he could see it at any time.