Chief Secretary and President

The driver, Lao Chen, called Du Zhibin and told Du Zhibin the call he received from Switzerland.

Not long after, Du Zhibin called Nangong Ling's cell phone: "Brother Ling, that's Missy's call."

Nangong Ling was even angrier now. He had done everything he could to Nie Tong, but he never expected that she would cause so much trouble for herself inadvertently: "I see, you should investigate this matter. See if Nie Tong is playing tricks in the middle."

After hanging up the phone, Nangong Ling walked back and forth anxiously, thinking of Jiang Xiyan's current physical condition, he blamed himself to death.

Half an hour later, the only sound that could be heard was the crying of a baby in the operating room.

A nurse is holding a small life in a white package and waving her hands inside. Her eyes are not fully opened, her face is wrinkled, and the hair on her head is sparse, with only a few strands of yellowish hair.

"President, it's a boy." The nurse happily carried the child to Nangong Ling.

Everything is as Nangong Ling wished, with a daughter, and now with a son, life will be better in the future. After taking a look at the crying baby, a smile appeared on his face, but he still misses Jiang Xiyan in his heart. He just glanced at it and handed it to the nurse: "How is Xier?"

"President, don't worry, my wife's life is not in danger. This is also about to give birth, so it is not a child under the age of one month. After the operation, the wife will be sent to the VIP ward. After the anesthesia wears off, the wife will wake up."

Now Nangong Ling was really relieved, and asked the nurse to carry the baby to the nursery, while he waited outside the operating room.

Back in the ward, Jiang Xiyan also woke up soon, but let Nangong Ling explain beside her, Jiang Xiyan still remained silent.

The servant brought over the stewed chicken soup, and Nangong Ling fed it into Jiang Xiyan's mouth himself.

As the saying goes, there is no overnight feud between husband and wife. With Nangong Ling's explanation in the past few days, coupled with his careful care of Jiang Xiyan, Jiang Xiyan no longer cares about Swiss affairs.

Du Zhibin also reported the investigation situation in Switzerland to Nangong Ling. Although Nie Tong was a little nervous, she and Jiang Xiyan called and did not say any harsh words, and in the end they just let it go.

Nangong Yue and Jiang's father returned to Dongcheng together. Seeing the newborn baby boy, the whole family stayed in the ward and smiled happily.

"Mommy, this little brother is so ugly. Look at his face like a little old man." Nangong Yue looked at such a small baby, but she just looked down and didn't dare to reach out to stroke it.

Nangong Ling came over and hugged Nangong Yue in her arms, then took her small hand and gently touched the baby's face: "You were like this when you were just born, and your appearance will change as you grow up."

"Wow, Daddy, the skin on my little brother's face is so tender, it's even tenderer than mine." Nangong Yue didn't hear what Nangong Ling said at all, and just looked at the little baby eye-to-eye for fun .

After a while, the baby fell into Nangong Yue's eyes. He turned his eyes to look in other directions from time to time, and then suddenly cried "Wow...".

This frightened Nangong Yue and Nangong Lingquan, and they were at a loss.

"The baby must be hungry, Ling, go and ask the nurse to feed him milk powder." After all, Jiang Xiyan has experience in raising children, not to mention that the baby who has just been born has nothing else to do except eat and drink. It will say that it must cry to adults to ask for food.

The nurse rushed over after hearing the baby's cry, picked up the baby and walked to the nursery.

"Okay, Yueyue, let's go back first and let Mommy rest early." Jiang's father still loves his daughter. Nangong Yue has been in the hospital for a whole day, and Jiang Xiyan didn't get a good night's sleep.

"Okay, Mommy, grandpa and I will go back first, and we will come to see you and little brother tomorrow." Nangong Yue kissed Jiang Xiyan's cheek, and then kissed Nangong Ling's cheek, and she was reluctant to part with it. I left the hospital with my grandfather.

Nangong Ling brought over the hot pork rib soup, picked up a spoon to test the temperature, and found that it was not too hot, so she began to feed Jiang Xiyan one bite at a time.

Although Jiang Xiyan's body was weak, she was not weak enough to let others serve her. She also refused several times, but was stopped by Nangong Ling. Finally, as a last resort, she asked Nangong Ling to feed herself.

"Let's make some light porridge tomorrow, I don't want to eat these." Jiang Xiyan frowned and acted coquettishly at Nangong Ling.

Nangong Ling didn't stop what he was doing. The food delivered by the servant was prepared by a dedicated postpartum nutritionist. In order for Jiang Xiyan to recover smoothly, he didn't dare to agree to such a request easily. He didn't have the recipe for tomorrow. It's too clear.

"Hey, just wait until you get used to it. The nutritionist won't let you eat meat every day. Don't worry."

Jiang Xiyan couldn't help it. Thinking of the recipes of this wealthy daughter-in-law, her head was getting bigger. She would rather live a common life than be manipulated like this. Even her figure has to be constantly thinking about how to recover.

I remember that when Nangong Yue was born, although Wen Weichen insisted on hiring a nutritionist for her, she refused. Later, her figure recovered quite well, but this time in Nangong Ling's hands, it seemed that sometimes she didn't say anything. How it works.

After the meal, Nangong Ling turned on the computer in a corner of the ward and started working. Anyway, he was relying on Jiang Xiyan to stay, and he was afraid that Jiang Xiyan might do something out of the ordinary if he left.

"By the way, husband, shouldn't our baby be named?" Jiang Xiyan looked at it with a dictionary. She wanted to close her eyes and turn the page casually, calling whatever she saw, but in the end she still Give up, because those words make her feel chilled.

Nangong Ling stopped what he was doing. Regarding the name of the child, he actually had his own ideas in his heart. Now that Jiang Xiyan had brought it up, he could discuss it with her.

Coming to Jiang Xiyan's bed, Nangong Ling took off her shoes and covered the same quilt with Jiang Xiyan, took out the dictionary in Jiang Xiyan's hand and put it on the bedside table: "I have thought about a name, but I don't Know what you think."

Jiang Xiyan was in Nangong Ling's arms, her hands were naturally intertwined with Nangong Ling's. She liked this posture the most. The five fingers intersected, which seemed to be the intersection of hearts: "Tell me and listen."

"Nangong Jiangkai, my surname, plus your surname, the regular script also means a model. I hope that when he becomes an adult, he can have a brilliant life and career like his predecessors." When the baby was not born, Nangong Ling had thought that if it was a boy, giving him such a name was also his hope for successors.

"Nangong Jiangkai...Jiang Kai..." Jiang Xiyan read it vaguely several times. This name is an expression of Nangong Ling's love for her, and she naturally has no objection: "Okay, then it will be called Nangong Jiang Kai."