Chapter 432

Jiang Beichen naturally knew what he wanted to ask and refused him directly, "I promised my wife, so I can't tell you."

Listening to his simple refusal, Jiang Beimo gave a wry smile, "I knew..." Then there was a sigh on the phone and it was hung up.

Jiang Beichen put the mobile phone back in his pocket, cold face, look a bit complicated.

In the bedroom, song Xiaoya is holding her head with one hand, leaning on the soft big bed, teasing the little guy who just woke up.

"Baby, look at your mother, smile." Song Xiaoya puts on all kinds of postures and makes grimace to the little guy.

Unfortunately, the baby is still too small to understand these, just opened his eyes inexplicably looking at her.

Behind the footsteps, song Xiaoya know is Jiang Beichen back, she quickly turned to look at him, happy to show off to him, "Jiang Beichen, baby just laughed at me!"

Jiang Beichen glanced at the baby with open eyes and slowly came to her. His face was a little serious and didn't say a word.

Song Xiaoya felt that something was abnormal. She immediately stood up and looked at him anxiously, "what's the matter with you?"

Jiang Beichen still didn't speak, until he came to her, he stopped and took her into his arms. He lowered his head and buried his face between her hair, sniffing the fragrance of her hair.

I don't know when, whenever her heart is not calm, as long as you hold her in your arms, the mood will gradually calm down.

She is his panacea. In this world, to him, only she has this effect.

"What's the matter?" Song Xiaoya was stunned for a moment, and then suddenly asked him.

Looking at him, it seemed that something had happened, which worried her a little.

"Nothing!" Jiang Beichen moved thin lip, rightfully said, "hold his wife need reason?"

“……” ok It's normal for him to hold his wife!

So song Xiaoya didn't say anything, just stood there quietly and let him hold, but after a long time, Jiang Beichen didn't intend to let go.

Until the little guy on the bed suddenly cried, maybe he didn't pay attention to him.

Hearing the baby's cry, song Xiaoya was surprised. She quickly pushed Jiang Beichen away and climbed to the baby. She gently patted the baby's body with her hand. She coaxed with some heartache, "darling, mother is here."

When the little guy heard song Xiaoya's voice, he didn't cry any more.

Seeing this, song Xiaoya can't help laughing, and then gently continues to pat the little guy with her hand, humming nursery rhymes to coax him. Her eyes are full of love for the little guy.

Jiang Beichen, who was abandoned by song Xiaoya, stood rigidly beside him, looking at the warm mother and son, but his brow could not help wrinkling.

Don't he just hold song Xiaoya? This little guy is making trouble again!

"Jiang Beichen, come and have a look. The baby just laughed again!" Song Xiaoya suddenly waved to Jiang Beichen and said happily.

Jiang Beichen glanced at her, then walked over discontentedly, lay on the bed, and hugged her directly from behind her.

"Look, you laugh again. The baby is so cute..." Song Xiaoya seems to have discovered the new world. Whenever she sees her baby smile once, her heart will melt once.

After her baby was born, she found that the baby is so lovely, just like a little angel coming to her side.

Jiang Beichen's face is gloomy and stares at the little guy. Now, in this woman's eyes, there is only her son alone. In a few days, he seems to have little sense of existence in front of her.

"Laugh like a fool!" Jiang Beichen said this sentence with a sour taste.

This smelly boy, just born a few days ago, knows how to laugh and win favor, to win song Xiaoya's favor!

"Baby is still small now, it's lovely to laugh, and it's gentle for men to laugh!" Song Xiaoya turns her head and looks at Jiang Beichen. She retorts discontentedly.

Her heart is very happy, fortunately the baby is not like his father, always a pair of high cold appearance, so it is not lovely.

Song Xiaoya's words, but listen to Jiang Beichen not happy, he pursed thin lips, unhappy mouth, "you mean I'm not gentle enough?"

Song Xiaoya was stunned for a moment, but she didn't expect to make Jiang Beichen unhappy again. She quickly explained, "I don't mean that..."

"What do you mean?" Jiang Beichen asked.

Song Xiaoya some speechless, this man is how, must dispute these.

"But I don't like gentle men. I prefer your cold husband..." Song Xiaoya turns her head and puts a sweet smile on her face. She looks at Jiang Beichen and answers very tactfully.

Listen to her explanation, Jiang Beichen's face just wanted to see a few minutes, gave her a calculate her discerning eyes.

Seeing that he was no longer angry at last, song Xiaoya could not help but feel relieved, "by the way, Jiang Beichen, do you have a good idea of the baby's name?"She just remembered that their baby still has no name.

"No Jiang Beichen didn't blink, as if he didn't care about it at all.

Hearing what he said, song Xiaoya began to meditate. She thought about it, and then said, "we have to start thinking about it now."

In fact, when she was pregnant with a baby, she also thought about the baby's name, but because she didn't know whether it was a man or a woman, she didn't come to a conclusion.

The North Chen just can be more intimate between, and this words from her baby take his name.

Jiang Beichen raised Mou to glance at a little guy, then pursed thin lips, casually said, "the name is smelly boy!"

He thought about the girl's name, but he never thought that it was a smelly boy.

"Jiang Beichen, you can't be serious!" On hearing his words, song Xiaoya's face changed and she reached out to push him, some dissatisfied.

Smelly boy is a very indecent name, how can you make a name! This man is too indifferent to his son, isn't he!

Song Xiaoya gritted her teeth and looked at him speechless. "Forget it, I don't need you. I'll take it myself."

After that, she stood up on her back and put it away. Soon she came back with a pile of things in her hand and climbed back into bed.

Put all the things down, there is a dictionary, a notebook, and a ballpoint pen, plus a poetry anthology.

Song Xiaoya picked up the dictionary and began to read it by herself.

However, after watching it for a long time, she still didn't know what kind of name to give her baby. I took a pen and wrote several words on the book, but I was not satisfied with them, so I smeared them out again.