Mr.Li, your wife is super fierce

Li Beicheng: "

It's another son.

Although the little guy doesn't weigh as much as potatoes when he was born, he weighs seven kilograms and eight Liang.

When Yan Mo was pregnant, he wasn't very fat. It's estimated that the weight he gained was all on his little son.

Sheng Lan happily took over the little guy and said to Bai Zhi excitedly, "this child is as healthy and lovely as Tudou when he was born. It's really pleasing."

Angelica dahurica was also very happy, nodded and said, "yes, as long as adults and children are safe."

Li Yan and Shen Cheng are also in a good mood.

Shen Chen and Shen are even happier.

In fact, Li Shao is also very happy. His mother and son are safe and happy.

Just why not a daughter?

Sheng Lan gave the child to Angelica dahurica, pushed her son, frowned and said, "what are you doing? Why don't you go and see the foam?"

Sheng Lan knew he wanted a daughter.

She wants a granddaughter, too.

But no one can decide the gender of children.

Li Shao reacted and wanted to see Yan mo.

Yan Mo has been pushed out by the doctor.

Her condition is much better than that of the last birth.

"Mo'er, are you okay?"

Li Beicheng asked with some worry.

Although Yan Mo is in good condition, his color is very white, and Li Beicheng is very distressed.

Yan Mo shook his head. "It's all right. It's good. It's just a little tired."

"OK, I'll rest with you."

Li Beicheng lowered his head and kissed Yan Mo's forehead.

They stumbled along the way and had two sons. Potatoes are smart and lovely, and the newly born little guy is also very beautiful.

Although not a daughter, but also satisfied.

After the child confirmed that he was healthy and all right, he was also sent to the ward.

The little guy didn't open his eyes. He lay in the quilt and hummed occasionally. He was very pleasant.

Sheng Lan happily couldn't close her mouth, took a picture of her little grandson and sent it to her circle of friends.

Not only Sheng Lan, but also others.

Sheng Xia also sent a circle of friends and a happy essay. He has a lovely dry son.

Li Shao didn't always revolve around his son.

Others revolve around their son and he revolves around his wife.

When Yan Mo recovers, he can sit up and eat.

Li Shao personally cooked the millet porridge and scooped out the rice soup.

"Come on, have some soup."

Li Beicheng filled a bowl of rice soup and fed it to Yan Mo one spoonful at a time.

The newborn baby slept soundly.

Sheng Lan has seen her grandson here for most of the day and has left.

Li Beicheng wanted to take care of Yan Mo here and didn't need anyone else, so Sheng Lan and they went to rest.

"Isn't your son awake yet?"

Yan Mo drank a mouthful of rice soup and thought about his son.

The little guy slept soundly in the cradle.

"He sleeps soundly. Ignore him. Come on, eat more."

Li Shao doesn't want to talk to his son at all.

Yan Mobai glanced at Li Beicheng, "my son is also a treasure. You can't discriminate against my son."

Li Shao doesn't discriminate. He just thinks his son is rough and doesn't have to be so fine.

He turned to look at the little guy in the cradle, frowned and whispered, "like a monkey."

"Just born children are like this, so will potatoes. Look how beautiful our potatoes are now!"

Yan Mo snorted.

Although the little guy was just born red, it would be better than potatoes. There are few wrinkles on his face. He is beautiful among the newly born children.

"By the way, where's the child's name?"

This question stopped Li Shao.

When Yan Mo was pregnant, the prince firmly believed that the baby in his daughter-in-law's belly was a little princess. Leng didn't think of his son's name.

Yan Mo reminded him more than once.

As a result, the Prince did not rest assured.

Yan Mo saw Li Beicheng like this and knew that his son didn't take his name.

The name of potato is quite handsome and pleasant to hear. Li Jinmo is kind-hearted.

At least little potato has a name.

But the second young master who is sleeping has no name.

Yan Mo didn't want to eat anything this time, so he didn't have a nickname.

Thinking of this, Yan Mo suddenly wronged her son.

My parents didn't think of a name for me, and the little guy was so poor.

"Let Grandpa take it."

Li Beicheng thought for a moment and said, "grandpa has always loved his children and must have an idea."

Yan Mo nodded and agreed, "what about the milk name?"

Li Shao thought and asked, "wife, what do you want to eat now?"

“……”

"Bread."

Yan Mo blinked. He didn't want to eat just now, but now he suddenly had it.

"Well, it's called bread."

"Ah?"

Yan Mo stared, "is this... A little casual?"

Potatoes are OK, but bread

Yan Mo glanced at the cradle.

She is lying now. The cradle is too high. She can't see her son. She just doesn't feel right.

Li Shao thought it was nice to hear, and looked at his son and shouted, "bread, you will be the brother of potato in the future, you know?"

Yan Mo: "

Woo woo!

The baby who had been sleeping soundly suddenly began to cry.

Yan Mo was startled.

The baby began to wail.

"Give me your son."

Yan Mo got up in a hurry and wanted to hold his son. His eyes were full of heartache.

As a mother, if the child cries, it will hurt.

My father is not so vulnerable.

However, Li Beicheng hurriedly took his son out.

Because he had brought potatoes, Li Shao was very experienced and the posture of holding the child was quite correct.

But the baby didn't buy it and still cried.

"Baby, mom is here. Don't cry."

Yan Mo took the little guy and patted him gently.

The little guy's head is arched.

Yan Mo saw this and knew that the little guy must be hungry.

She skillfully untied her collar for feeding.

Li Shao looked a little unhappy and frowned: "you'd better find a wet nurse. You're weak and shouldn't feed him yourself."

"Why can't I feed? My son won't let others feed."

Yan Mo insisted.

She doesn't want to find any wet nurse. It's better to feed her own children, although it will be a little hard.

Potatoes will be very noisy.

I don't know how the little son is.

The little guy didn't eat milk at first. He didn't have enough strength. He was inevitably worried and cried all the time.

It was not satisfied until he drank milk with enough strength.

The little guy closed his eyes and ate delicious food. His quiet appearance was very beautiful.

Yan Mo bowed his head, kissed his son and said with a smile, "our little baby is the best."

Li Shao watched the delicious food.

I knew it was a smelly boy.

Moreover, the son will only rob his daughter-in-law with him. It would be good if he were a daughter. The daughter is the parents' intimate little cotton padded jacket.

The next day, the old man named the little guy Li Jinqi.

The little guy finally has a name, but Yan Mo still wants to give his little son a nickname.

Bread doesn't seem to be very good. As soon as the name is mentioned, the little guy will cry. Obviously, he doesn't like it.

After thinking for a long time, Yan Mo finally decided to call it Xiaobao, the most vulgar nickname.