Chapter 1857

Bao'er hugged the baby who was just over seven months old, followed behind Chu Yunyao, and said in a low voice: "This baby has been born for a few days, and there is no name yet. Anyway, let the eldest lady give the baby a name first." Bar."

Chu Yunyao took the child from Bao'er, hugged her in her arms, and looked down at the child's already opened little face: "This child looks like Ling Wei, and he must be a beauty again when he grows up. Don't be like her mother and meet a man like his father."

Arriving at the bamboo courtyard, stepping into the door of the bedroom, a low coughing sound came from inside.

Chu Yunyao strode to the edge of the bed, looked at Mo Lingwei, who was too thin to look like a man, put the child beside her, reached out to touch her neck, and felt the sweat on her hands.

Seeing this, Bao'er hurriedly went to the ear room to fetch hot water, and was about to scrub Mo Lingwei, but was stopped by Chu Yunyao: "It is enough for you to wash her face and hands. Wind, let me wipe her sweat off with a dry towel first."

Panting for breath, Mo Lingwei looked at Chu Yunyao and Bao'er, then turned her head to look at her daughter lying beside her, with a faint smile on her thin face.

Chu Yunyao asked softly: "Coughing hurts the wound, doesn't it hurt?"

Mo Lingwei shook her head, and replied weakly: "Fortunately, as long as the child is born safely, that's enough."

Chu Yunyao tucked in the quilt, "You can't keep calling me a child. She has been born for seven days, and she should have a name. You can marry her a name."

Mo Lingwei was silent.

The child's surname cannot be Feng, only Mo.

Chu Yunyao said again: "At any rate, you gave birth to her with all your might. Although you will be raised under my name in the future, you are her biological mother after all. Let's choose a name for her."

Mo Lingwei's voice was low and hoarse: "Okay."

Seeing her like this, Chu Yunyao couldn't bear it, "Then think about it carefully, there are still things going on outside, I'll come and see you later."

After finishing speaking, she took Bao'er out and left the child with Mo Lingwei.

The cesarean section on her stomach had been stitched up, but she still hadn't recovered. She was lying on the bed, and it hurt badly even if she moved.

Mo Lingwei looked sideways at the sleeping baby lying beside her after eating and drinking, stretched out her slender hands, and carefully stroked the baby's little face.

Although it was still a little red and wrinkled, compared to just being born, the child's appearance had been stretched a lot, the skin was pink and tender, and the facial features were exquisite and pleasant.

It was carved out of the same mold as her.

After the full moon, I still don't know how cute it is.

Her body is dilapidated, and she doesn't know if she can watch the child grow up day by day.

Mo Lingwei's fingertips brushed against the baby's cherry-like lips, and she smiled sadly: "What should I call you? It's my mother who is sorry for you..."

She murmured: "... At that time, Zeng Fuxin's makeup was thin. Now, the makeup is scattered.

Follow the wind. Evening with the wind.

The solitary root outside the bamboo still leads to a secluded path.

Remember each other. No news. Yu Ling is dark and cloudy.

Yuhen was shocked. For divorce. Helplessly, the water is far away, the sky is wide, and Qiongcheng is separated.

The fragrance of the plain sleeves is not extinguished for years. Who can say that this heart is infinite.

The night is long. The road is long. Sorrowful listening to the pillow, blowing the flute is cold...

Let's call you Mo Xiangyi. "

Mo Xiangyi, Mo Xiangyi!

Those entangled past events are buried in her life, fermented and then rotted with time, as long as her daughter is not involved.

Seeing the child move, Mo Lingwei quickly withdrew her hand for fear of waking her up, "Yi'er, mother hopes that you will always be happy like Siyu."