Jiang Die's pregnancy has reached August, and as the weather gradually cools, her hands and feet are often cold. For many nights, Tang Qian would sit cross-legged at the end of the bed, hold Jiang Die's feet into his arms, and tell stories to the baby while warming.

His appearance is funny and clumsy, and his eyebrows are condensed with the joy and anticipation of becoming a father for the first time, and he seems to have endless words at that moment, and even sometimes, a little nagging.

But don't expect Tang Qian at this time to talk about the ugly duckling turning into a white swan, Cinderella, and even the characters who seem to be supposed to appear at this time, and the children's picture books that Jiang Die deliberately picked up in the bookstore have long been lost by Tang Qian.

Tang Qian said that his children should not listen to those childish stories and smear their intelligence. He said, look at Zheng Mo's son, it's because Zheng Mo didn't watch it for a while when he was pregnant, and he listened to the ancient sayings to tell fairy tales, and now he is looking for a princess with ****** high heels every day, so his IQ can follow Zheng Mo!

Jiang Die doesn't have any ideas about children's education, but she just hopes to give him a healthy and loving family, not like her and her brother. The rest of the things were left to Tang Qian, and he consciously didn't bother with the whereabouts of those painting books.

"Tang Qian, will you give the baby a name?"

Seeing Tang Qian stuff her slightly cool feet into her arms again, Jiang Die asked.

"What hope is Madame?"

Tang Qian responded lightly, and had already spread out the book in his hand and was ready to tell the baby a story.

The notebook in Tang Qian's hand is his middle school diary, which records his daily life at that time, including many bad behaviors in Jiang Die's eyes, such as leading the class to denounce irresponsible teachers, taking the lead in boycotting the exam just to install air conditioning for the class in the hot summer, and finding junior classmates to collect protection money because they were cut off from their living expenses by their families for doing something wrong.

Jiang Die protested that these stories were the harm to the baby, but Tang Qian insisted that this was to let the baby better understand his father, not to mention that Tang Qian still doesn't think there is anything wrong with what he did at that time.

Unable to do so, Jiang Die compromised again. It's just that every time she thinks that Tang Qian's content is inappropriate, she will quietly cover a certain part of her stomach that she thinks is the baby's ear, which makes Tang Qian cry and laugh every time.

At this moment, Jiang Die saw that Tang Qian was about to talk about his heroic deeds again, and hurriedly continued the topic just now: "I just hope that he can be happy and live a sweet life." ”

At the end, he happily added: "Just like the two of us!" ”

Sure enough, Tang Qian put down his little book with satisfaction, he squinted his eyes, and the smile on the corner of his mouth bloomed richly: "Madame is so satisfied with her current life? ”

Jiang Die blinked happily: "Of course! ”

Tang Qian decisively stuffed the feet in his arms into the quilt, and then crawled from the foot of the bed to the head of the bed and leaned over to leave a crimson lip mark on his wife's forehead.

"I think this baby will be a daughter, and the daughter is a sweet princess, so it's better to call it candy with a nickname, and leave the big name to Dad."

Jiang Die disagreed: "Why is it a daughter?" I think it's a son, and my son's name Candy is not masculine at all. ”

Tang Qian squinted his eyes and lay comfortably beside Jiang Die, and said firmly: "Believe me, I have telepathy with my daughter, and I can still hear her call Dad every night." ”

Jiang Die glanced at him in disgust: "Can you say it more mysteriously?" Why don't you say that your daughter still praises you for being handsome? ”

Tang Qian suddenly opened his eyes, his eyes were shining, and he said in a very surprised tone: "Hey, how do I know with my daughter's secret lady?" ”

Jiang Die......

These days, Tang Qian goes home to accompany Jiang Die every day after work, and he rarely even answers the phone. Since he got married, he seems to have rarely had such a leisurely time, and the reason Jiang Die naturally knows. When she heard Tang Mo say that he compressed his work time to the point that he couldn't even take care of eating and drinking, her heart was full of warmth and emotion, and she naturally felt a little sorry for him.

"There is a mother at home, you don't have to worry about me. If you have a social appointment, you come back early every day to accompany me, it will affect the work, right? ”

Different from Jiang Die's worries, Tang Qian is happy about such days.

"Nope! Money is inexhaustible, and naturally the wife and baby are more important. Besides, there are some things that are left to Tang Mo, it is a good thing for him to be busy, so as not to think nonsense. ”

Tang Qian said lightly, while supporting Jiang Die and slowly walking on the quiet path. In front of the road is a man-made lake, surrounded by lush trees, and although they have now withered a lot, the leaves still show signs of summer foliage.

"Cranky?"

Jiang Die pursed her lips and thought: "I am afraid that the only one who can make him think cranky is Lu Qing, right?" Tang Qian, did we do something wrong? If he had stopped his contact with Lu Qing at that time, he wouldn't have ...... now."

Every time he saw Tang Mo's sluggish appearance, Jiang Die's heart always felt a little guilty, after all, they did take advantage of his feelings.

In Jingyi's environment, Tang Qianmin felt the muffiness of Jiang Die's words. He didn't understand the loss in Tang Mo's heart, but from the moment he fell in love with Lu Qing, there were some things that had to be experienced.

Maybe Tang Mo really fell in love, maybe Lu Qing was just an impulse for him to fall in love. Even he couldn't answer this question himself, and Tang Qian wouldn't judge it in vain. It's just selfishness that Tang Qian hopes that Tang Mo can understand what he really needs.

The chic and happy, desireless and desireless he pursues are destined to be unsuitable for Lu Qing.

Thinking quietly, Tang Qian raised his eyes and saw the lake not far away, the faint moonlight was quietly sprinkled, and a gust of wind blew through the ripples, refracting bright stars on the dark ground that the light could not illuminate.

At the moment, the temperature has not yet reached the point of freezing, and it is still a good place for nearby residents to spend their time after dinner.

A few old people were resting comfortably on the benches, and a few children were sitting on the grass beside them, and a few children were playfully throwing pebbles into the lake.

There are some twists and turns in the middle that are not terrible, but he prefers that life can return to tranquility as soon as possible. Tang Qian seemed to see that he would soon lead the child here, and quietly watched him throw stones into the lake.

After not hearing an answer for a long time, Jiang Die raised his head and looked at the people around him, only to see that his eyes were deep, and even Jiang Die couldn't detect the emotions contained in them.

After thinking about it, I still didn't say anything.

The two of them walked with their own hearts, and when they were about to approach the lake, the mobile phone in their pockets suddenly shook. (To be continued.) )