Gu Qingxin carefully let go of her and let her lie on the pillow.
"Mummy, I want to say one last word to Uncle Han." The baby looked at her daughter pitifully.
Gu Qingxin, "..."
The baby knew that mommy didn't speak was the default, so she quickly turned to ask Beiming Han, "Uncle Han, what's your name?"
Beiming cold heard the little guy's question, smiled and answered seriously, "Beiming cold."
"It's cold in the North What a cool name! " Baby thinks uncle Han's name is as beautiful as his people.
"And you, what's your name, baby?" Beiming cold also asked the little guy a question.
"My name is Gu chuxia, but I prefer the name of Gu Baobao." The pride on baby's face.
"Your last name is Gu?" Beiming cold catches the focus of the problem and looks up at Gu Qingxin on the other side.
In this moment, Gu's heart beat accelerated immediately. She knew that the baby's surname Gu could easily cause Beiming cold's suspicion.
After all, if a baby is really a child of tolerance, it should be named Rong.
"Yes! My name is Gu! " The baby nodded seriously. In the little girl's heart, she was exchanging names with Uncle Superman. Of course, she should be very serious.
"Baby, don't you promise mommy to go to bed with just one word?" Gu reminds his daughter.
Baby quickly covered his small mouth, made a "Shh" gesture to the North Sea cold, and quickly closed his eyes.
"Honey, uncle Superman asked you another question How old are you this year? " Beiming cold looks back at Gu's eyes, bows his head and asks baby.
Gu's heart almost jumps out of her chest. She knows something. Once suspected, it will be very troublesome.
Just like now, Beiming cold has doubts about the identity of the baby from the baby's surname Gu.
"My baby is more than three years old. Beiming is cold. Do you know how to coax the baby to sleep? How do you let baby sleep when you use so many tricks on baby? " Gu stares at him displeased.
"Mommy..."
Baby is very confused. She is just like summer. She is over five years old. Why does Mommy lie?
"Baby, what did Mommy say? It's a good boy to talk. " Gu Qingxin looks down at her daughter with a serious expression.
Baby quickly closed his eyes, eyelashes trembling, she would not open, she would like to be an honest and trustworthy baby.
Beiming cold frowns at the baby with his eyes closed. If you look at his height, he is only three years old.
But
Baby's ability of expression, it seems that more than three years old children should have.
Beiminghan now wants to know what the children in their third year old are like. By comparison, we can know the real age of the baby.
Gu's head is about to explode. He is really afraid of anything. Beiming cold must be doubting the identity of the baby now.
How can we get this off?
Ten minutes later, the baby was asleep and breathing became very even.
Gu fell in love and sat up quickly. She didn't want to stay in the same bed with this man for another minute.
Gu Qingxin is about to get up and leave. Her wrist is caught. She looks back and looks at Bei Minghan seriously. He leads her to the bedroom
Two people out of the bedroom, Beiming cold turned and asked her directly, "is the baby really the daughter of the dust?"