Chapter 1920

Xia Siyu didn't believe in "home" for a long time.

Not only does she not believe in home, she also does not believe in "love". Because of her own experience, what is the use of feelings? In the end, feelings will not be able to resist the beating of reality. In the end, she will only become a pair of resentment partners and drag down children.

Therefore, her attitude towards life is to let things go. My mother is happy. She doesn't think about stability and security, family and future generations at all.

However, now looking at Bo Yan sleeping next to her hand, the child is also resting next to her. There is faint milk fragrance. It seems that it is not as chicken flying and dog jumping as she thought.

She was still a little tired and had little strength to get up, so she had to hold his hand with her fingers. With this grip, Bo Yan woke up.

Then the baby cried.

The warm moment was not half a minute, and was surrounded by the magic sound of the child's cry.

Therefore, at any warm moment, chicken flying and dog jumping is life. It is impossible to imagine the winner of life without daily necessities in the novel.

However, it was not long before Bo Yan got up and quickly patted the child. First check whether the diaper was overloaded, and then look at the time to feed him. The feeding is also specially placed in the milk warmer, and the milk powder has been prepared. Hold the baby horizontally, hold the baby's small head with your elbow, and then put the pacifier in your mouth. Sure enough, with a pacifier in his mouth, the little guy still hummed twice, but the TUT of milk was louder. Bo Yan held the palm of the child's ass and patted it gently.

Xia Siyu saw him like this: "is it a girl?"

Bo Yan nodded with a smile. Xia Siyu hummed twice. She knew that if it was a raw melon and egg, maybe he wouldn't be so gentle at this time. Of course, she doesn't believe that "daughter is the lover of her father's previous life". A daughter is a daughter. What about a lover? If this article is established, can it be said that every mother has a husband like your son in her previous life?

However, she is still a rare emotional one: "show me."

Bo Yan nodded, approached carefully, put the bottle aside, shook Xia Siyu's bed, and then handed the child to her. Xia Siyu glanced. The baby's face was as red as a monkey fart. Her little face was wrinkled. She couldn't help saying, "it's so ugly."

I don't know whether it was because she had make complaints about her baby, or because she had lost her baby bottle, or because she was in a "stranger"'s arms, and burst out crying loudly. Although the little guy was wrapped in clothes, she could also see the little fist she was clenching.

The magic sound pierced her ears. Xia Siyu was even more impatient. Bo Yan hurriedly brought the child back and stuffed her bottle. But the little guy is still very proud. If he refuses to eat, he will cry.

Xia Siyu saw it and smiled: "this guy has my style."

How could you coax me easily with a bottle? You robbed me when I wanted to eat. Now you coax me. It's too late.

Bo Yan had to hold the child upright, put her little head on her shoulder, patted and coaxed her: "good, don't cry."

"And your style. Are you such a mother?" It's Xia Youbiao outside. He wakes up and pushes the door in. He glanced at Xia Siyu and looked lovingly at the little guy: "come on, let Grandpa hug."

Bo Yan carefully handed the child over again. This time, maybe he met a stranger, or maybe the proud girl who just didn't give her milk hasn't coaxed her. The child's small mouth tilted and cried louder.

Xia Youbiao angrily returned the child to Bo Yan. Xia Siyu also mocked his father: "you still say me, you see, you can't hold it yourself."

Xia Youbiao didn't care about this ridicule with Xia Siyu, He just sighed: "When you were born, you were so young. Just a little bit. Holding you in my arms, you were small, soft and white. It was like a piece of tender tofu. It seemed to break when you sipped it. I remember very clearly that at that time, I was afraid of your mother sweating and catching a cold. I tied a red scarf on her head. She just held you and leaned on the head of the bed, and then I sat beside her. The sun was so shining on her She still had you, and then you smiled and she smiled. I thought it was really good. "

I don't know whether his story is good or because his voice is very good. Anyway, the little guy who just cried stopped crying, his eyes are still full of tears, and his big and round eyes are rolling around. Although the newborn baby can't see clearly, it doesn't hinder this guy's flexible eyes, just like her mother.

Xia Youbiao asked, "what's her name? Did you name her again?"

Xia Siyu looked like an uncle: "I don't know the name. You ask Bo Yan. But one thing, the child has to have my last name."

She has already said that she wants her to have a child, right? Yes, the child must have her last name. If you don't have her last name, you can divorce. If you divorce, the baby belongs to her or her last name. I keep saying that I love you. Even my mother's hard-earned child can't have her last name. I love farts.

Xia was a little surprised. He didn't expect that the child was not surnamed Bo but Xia. Bo Yan thought: "I thought about some names. If the child's surname is Xia..."

"Wait." Xia Siyu interrupted him again. Xia Youbiao immediately said, "yes, in fact... It doesn't matter who your last name is, as long as you can raise your children together." He didn't care much about the child's last name. After all, Xia Juan was there.

Xia Siyu looked at Xia Youbiao in surprise. Unexpectedly, his father came out to drag his feet. She hesitated: "the child should be surnamed Wen."

Xia Youbiao was stunned again.

Xia Siyu looked calm: "If this is a boy, it doesn't matter, but she is a girl. Anyway, she must be surnamed Wen. I didn't continue dancing, and regardless of my mother's dissuasion, I plunged into the entertainment industry. I'm sorry to my mother. Although I can't force her to learn dancing, I can let her try. If she's really not that material or doesn't like this direction, I'll let her go She. "

Xia Youbiao really didn't expect this. For a moment, he seemed to have been beaten in his mind. But he still had a little sense. He turned his head and looked at Bo Yan. Bo Yan just smiled and patted the child on the back: "then I'll think about the name."

If the Bo family still has some affection for him, maybe he will object. But now, he did not hesitate. You can take anyone's last name. It's no big deal to take grandma's last name.

A feeling that had never been felt struck me. Maybe it was surprise, sigh, and self blame. For a long time, Xia Youbiao nodded: "good, good, really good." At the last few words, he was already crying.

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