hello cold husband

Chapter 392 Let's Give My Daughter a Nickname
The day Qiao Xiaoan was discharged from the hospital was December [-]th.

Many people came to pick her up and leave the hospital.

City D has completely entered winter.

Looking down from the window of the ward, you can see that the leaves of the ginkgo trees planted on both sides of the road outside the hospital are all yellow.

When the ginkgo is yellow, the fallen leaves are flying.

She remembered very clearly that there was a long row of ginkgo trees outside the Oriental Pearl Tower.

Many times, she would stand outside the courtyard, waiting for Ah Mo to come back.

Then, Ah Mo's domineering Phantom will draw an elegant arc on the curve outside the courtyard as expected, and finally stop beside her.

She watched one after another, passing through the cars on the avenue outside the hospital, galloping and hurrying.

None of them belonged to Ah Mo.

The family members packed up her supplies, and the little one was held in Jiajia's arms.

At first, the two godfathers, Chu Nantian and Lu Yichen, insisted on vying to hold the little guy.

In the end, it was Ye Jiajia who came to break the justice, saying that they were not allowed to hug anyone.

Deng Jiaru's hand rested lightly on her shoulder, reminding her.

"Qiaoqiao, everyone is waiting for you. Don't tell me you still have feelings for this ward after staying in the hospital for a few days?"

She stopped in front of the window, but there was nostalgia for the ward again.

Obviously, I saw the ginkgo outside the window, and it turned yellow again.

I clearly remember that when Ah Mo left City D in early April, it was still spring.

How come it's winter in a blink of an eye?

Withdrawing his mind, he looked at Deng Jiaru with a smile.

"Mom, I want to go back to the Oriental Pearl Tower during confinement."

"Don't you live well in the old house?"

The old house is more spacious, and the old man also lives there, and Qiao Shiwen moved there to accompany her.

Deng Jiaru made some persuasion.

Qiao Xiaoan insisted, "Mom, the Oriental Pearl Tower has me and Ah Mo, more memories."

She looked at the little guy in Ye Jiajia's arms beside her, wrapped in a quilt, only showing a small face.

After four days, the little guy seemed to see the sky.

Her skin is not as red as when she was born, and although she still has wrinkles, it seems to have changed again in just four days.

It's more spiritual.

The eyes opened even wider.

Sure enough, as the elders said, children in the confinement are always in the sky.

She looked at the little guy happily.

Slender and white fingers landed on the little guy's face.

Looking at her with loving eyes.

"Besides, that's where I live with her dad. I need to make her know her dad better."

In the future, when the little one can understand human speech, she can put her on the bed, pat the other side of the bed and tell her:

Baby, this is where your smelly dad slept.

She can also point to the direction of the closet and say: Here are all your stinky dad's clothes.

The child can walk and rummage through boxes.

She can say: These books belong to your papa, don't mess with them, papa still needs to read them.

Yes, there are many books in Ah Mo's bookcase. He is a studious person.

When her thoughts drifted away, everyone looked at her.

The atmosphere was dull.

Everyone knows that she still can't accept the fact that Ah Mo left.

When it came to the topic of Ah Mo, no one dared to say a word.

She took two small steps, and the wound had not fully healed due to the stitches under her body.

So the movements are not very coordinated yet.

Slowly, he hugged the little guy from Ye Jiajia's hand.

He lowered his head and smiled at the little guy, then raised his head to look at everyone.

"Don't be so depressed." She swept everyone around with her eyes full of determination, "Do you really think that Ah Mo will never come back?"

No one answered her.

She talks to herself.

"He will come back. I want to live in the Oriental Pearl Tower with my child, so that the child can get familiar with the house where his dad lived."

Deng Jiaru: "Yes, yes, yes, when Ah Mo comes back, your family of three will still have to live in the Oriental Pearl Tower. Let the children live there. During this time, we will also move there to live with you."

Qiao Xiaoan smiled.

He lowered his head and teased the little guy again.

But the little guy who is only four days old can't focus his eyes yet.

Where she stared, there was no focus at all, and she didn't know who her mother was.

It's just that Qiao Xiaoan smelled like milk. She was lying in Qiao Xiaoan's arms, looking very comfortable.

After a haha, I pouted my mouth and fell asleep with my eyes closed.

"Our little princess doesn't have a name yet." Qiao Xiaoan looked at everyone, with a sudden joy in her eyes, "Is her nickname Sisi? Yun Sisi."

"Sisi is good, that sounds kind." Deng Jiaru asked with a smile, "What about the name, you can decide on the name. Originally, your grandfather wanted to name the little guy, but it's up to you to decide."

Qiao Xiaoan looked at Mr. Yun who was holding on to his crutches.

Today, she and the little guy were discharged from the hospital, and she had to ask the old man to pick her up in person. She really felt flattered.

But he still walked slowly to Mr. Yun and spoke truthfully.

"Grandpa. I really can't leave the power of naming to you." Qiao Xiaoan lowered her head with a smile on her eyes, looking at the little guy who soon fell asleep soundly. "Sisi's name will be taken after her father comes back."

The old man nodded and said yes, "The name Ah Mo chooses is meaningful. Then wait for him to come back and then take it."

She stared lovingly at the sleeping little guy, her small nose, small eyes, those faintly slender eyebrows, and those little tangled hands, were so cute.

"Anyway, we'll let you know that people from the Civil Affairs Bureau can register Sisi's household registration at any time."

Deng Jiaru: "After Ah Mo comes back, it's not difficult to get a household registration after thinking about his name. His nickname is Sisi."

Qiao Xiaoan nodded.

Later, Jiajia, Weiwei, Nantian, Yichen, and Qiao Shiwen all rushed to say that Ah Mo would come back sooner or later.

But she knew very well in her heart that they were just trying to please her and not want her to be sad.

In fact, they have all given up on Ah Mo.

When sitting on the phantom, her sitting posture was not very comfortable, and she could only sit sideways.

Because there is still a dull pain at the stitches under the body, and if I sit down, the pain will be even worse.

So along the way, Adam drove very carefully.

Ade in the back drove another Phantom, carrying the old man and Deng Jiaru.

In this car, there are only her and Qiao Shiwen.

Qiao Shiwen knew his daughter well, she looked at Xiao Sisi in his arms with a smile at the moment, but she must be very sad in her heart.

"Xiao'an." Qiao Shiwen hesitated to speak, originally wanting to persuade her to register for the child earlier, but after thinking about it, forget it.

No one wanted to shatter her dream.

As his biological father, how could he cruelly remind her that Ah Mo would not come back.

"Huh?" Qiao Xiaoan's gaze was withdrawn from Sisi's face, and she looked at Qiao Shiwen, "Dad, what do you want to say?"

Qiao Shiwen shook his head, "It's nothing. I just want to tell you that the name Sisi sounds nice."

Qiao Xiaoan let out a soft smile from his snort, and looked back at the sleeping little guy. The car was driving steadily now, and Sisi seemed to be sleeping more soundly in the car.

She touched the little guy's face, but she didn't wake up, "Although our Sisi doesn't understand anything now, she will definitely miss her daddy like me every day."

(End of this chapter)