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When Xiao Mantou was four years old, the thirty-five-year-old Yan Qicheng was already a colonel in the special brigade. Please search (product & book ¥ net) to see the most complete! The fastest update of the colonel of the special forces means that there are fewer trips to the field, and more time is spent in the team as the commander-in-chief.

This also means that the Yan brigade has more time to go home, or Miss Lin takes her children to the army to reunite with him. When Mr. Yan saw his son's face recently, he would unconsciously frown, and he couldn't deceive himself more and more.

In the evening, Lin Xiaoshu made a medicinal supper for men in the kitchen. The sequelae of Colonel Yan's injuries and illnesses have reached a somewhat serious level, and whenever the weather changes, he will not change his movements. Lin Xiaoshu often gave him massages and dietary therapy.

Mr. Yan sat at the head of his son's bed, holding a storybook to tell his son stories and lulling him to sleep. When Mrs. Yan cooked something and went to call Mr. Yan to eat, she found that he was staring at her son's face and frowning again.

Mrs. Yan couldn't get angry, so she pulled the man's ears and walked out, "Yan Qicheng, what do you mean?" You frown at the little steamed bun again, believe it or not, I'll kick you out. ”

The man didn't beg for mercy, and he didn't want to hold back his troubles anymore, "Wife, why does the little steamed bun look more and more like me?" It's really the same as what grandpa said, the appearance of the little steamed bun and I are simply carved out of the same mold, only the size of the version is different! ”

Lin Xiaoshu was stunned for a few seconds before she reacted to the man's words and said angrily, "Your son, isn't it normal to be like you?" Yan Qicheng, I found that the higher your position, the lower the double business, I don't know what your superiors like about you! ”

"I don't want my son to be like me, I want him to be like you!" Mr. Colonel's tone was firm. He envies the father of those children who are like his wife.

Lin Xiaoshu was so angry that she spun around twice in place, not knowing what to scold a man for. Who does the son want to look like, is this something that the son can control? "Drink the soup on the table first, and don't make any more trouble.

You frown at your son, and if you let him see it, he will think that you don't love him and that it will hurt his heart. Again, warn him not to frown at him again, otherwise he will sleep on the sofa from now on. After speaking, Mrs. Yan glared at Mr. Yan and went to wash.

After the two of them lay on the bed, Yan Qicheng was like a pancake, tossing and turning on the bed and couldn't sleep. Lin Xiaoshu ignored him, slept on his own, and let him do his own senseless troubles.

The man's mind suddenly remembered his goddaughter's swallow-like face, and a flash of light flashed in his mind. A few years ago, he was on a mission and didn't dare to think about it anymore. However, at this time and at that time, he can take care of his little wife now, hehe.

The man took the little woman into his arms, sucked her soft lips and kissed her carefully, holding one side of the dry palm and kneading it softly, and sliding the other hand into the flat lower abdomen of the little wife.

Miss Lin in her sleep was woken up by the man's movements and held back the moans that were about to exit. "Husband, you stop, you didn't do it before, and now it's the middle of the night." I'll do it tomorrow, okay? ”

"Wife, you sleep with yours, don't worry about me." The man said in a hoarse voice, stroking a wet place somewhere, and his heart was happy, and he turned over and pressed the little woman. After so many years of marriage, the little wife is still so sensitive. sense, that place. Nothing has changed.

In this case, how could she possibly sleep again? Miss Lin didn't bother to roll her eyes, so she quickly covered herself and touched something in the bedside table.

"Wife, don't want that, otherwise how will our daughter come?" Yan Qicheng pulled back his little wife's hand touching things.

"What? Yan Qicheng, you bastard? Do you really dislike little steamed buns so much? Lin Xiaoshu was furious, and kicked the man under the bed while he was unprepared. That's what you think about in the middle of the night? Give birth to a daughter to replace the little steamed buns? ”

She didn't expect the man to be stubborn to this extent, if the little steamed bun knew, how sad it would be.

Yan Qicheng pressed the light and saw that his little wife's tears came out, so frightened that he apologized again and again. I can't take care of my own desires. Hope, take a tissue and wipe the tears of your daughter-in-law. "Wife, don't cry, it's me who is not good, it's me who is not good, we don't give birth, we don't give birth."

Lin Xiaoshu pushed the man away, and the man posted it again to apologize, pushed it away and pasted it again. After repeating it like this, she lost her temper, her sobbing became smaller, and she asked seriously, "Qicheng, do you really dislike little steamed buns?" ”

Yan Qicheng also said seriously, "You and Xiao Mantou are both people who are more important than my life, and I love you." ”

Faced with the confusion in his little wife's eyes, he was a little embarrassed and scratched his head. "Ever since I fell in love with you, I have been hoping that we can have a daughter like you, soft and cute.

I'd rather see a little copy of yours than I often look at a little copy of myself. She will not be the existence of replacing the little steamed buns, but our life will continue with her bloodline. ”

Lin Xiaoshu was stunned by the man's words, "What if there is another one, or a son?" Or is it still not like me? What if the little steamed bun doesn't like his younger siblings? She knew that men loved her, but it was difficult to understand his stubbornness.

"If you don't try, how do you know if you can succeed? After trying, if it's not a daughter, or if it still doesn't look like it, then I admit it. Anyway, as long as you give birth to it, we will all love it and be good to it.

I asked the little steamed bun, the little guy has heroic thoughts, and hopes that a younger brother or sister will protect him. Tomorrow, you can ask him who the most envious child is, and he will tell you that it is the one who has a sister. ”

Lin Xiaoshu calmed down and thought about it for herself, it seems that it is not bad to have one more child in the family, and she can be with each other with the little steamed buns. The Yan family is an ethnic minority, so there is no need to worry about the problem of superbirth.

"In view of your bad behavior of frowning at the little steamed bun a few times recently, I'll talk about this later."

"Okay, let's go to sleep." Yan Qicheng cheered, climbed onto the bed, and lay down with his little wife in his arms. He knew his little wife, and she would say that, most likely agreeing to have a daughter for him.

On Lin Xiaoshu's birthday, Yan Qicheng sent his son to the courtyard and celebrated his little wife's birthday alone. In the romantic atmosphere of a candlelight dinner, Yan Qicheng finally got his wish.

A week later, he anxiously took his little wife to the hospital for a blood test. As he expected, the little wife really had their baby again.

On the way home, the corners of Yan Qicheng's mouth kept high, and he never put it down. "Wife, haha, your husband is tough, right?"

"Faceless and skinless," Lin Xiaoshu tilted her head to the side with a smile in her eyes. She was also happy to have another baby.

"Wife, we said before, if it's a daughter, according to my meaning, I'll be named Yan Aishu. Regardless of the daughter or son, Xiao Ming'er is called Xiao Baozi according to the suggestion of Xiao Bun. In Yan Qicheng's mind, the appearance of a soft and cute daughter has automatically appeared.

Lin Xiaoshu's pupils dilated, "Yan Qicheng, do you want to be so boring?" Xiao Yan is ridiculing you, are you serious? ”

Time back to half a year ago, family dinner. When chatting, talking about work, Yan Qiyan smiled evilly, mentioned one of her cooperative customers, Xu Weilin, and deliberately asked her eldest brother if he knew her sister-in-law, the senior. The girl deliberately repeated the man's name twice.

Yan Qicheng knew at that moment that the person who had pestered Xiaoshu was called Xu Weilin. Mr. Yan really fell for Miss Yan, and immediately became jealous, and hugged his daughter-in-law into his arms, "Wife, if we have a daughter in the future, it will be called Yan Aishu." ”

The son's name has been named Yan Moyan by his great-grandfather, and Colonel Yan can only call the name of the child behind him.

Such a sexually explicit, ugly name than her name, he can also think of it? Lin Xiaoshu pushed the man's arm and said helplessly, "The name of the person is his father's commemoration of his deceased mother, and his mother's surname is also Lin." ”

But the man didn't listen to her explanation, and the posture was that if she didn't agree to him, he wouldn't let go. Lin Xiaoshu thought at that time, anyway, there was no shadow, so she promised him, lest he keep holding her and make everyone laugh.

At this time, seeing the unchangeable and firm appearance of the man, Lin Xiaoshu stroked his forehead, "Qicheng, it turns out that you have a plan for a long time, scheming man." If you have a son, see what you do. ”

Ten months later, Colonel Yan's wish was granted. But he couldn't celebrate for himself, and finally had the baby daughter he longed for.

Because Mr. Yan, who accompanied his little wife throughout the whole process, was highly distressed and nervous, so much so that the second he heard the baby's cry, he fell to the ground and fainted. Miss Lin, who made the production go smoothly, used the little remaining strength to call him to wake up.

Five years later, the autumn breeze was cool, and Lin Xiaoshu sat in front of the window reading a book. Hearing the footsteps of "Ding Ding Dong", she automatically put down her book and waited for her daughter's Nth complaint a day.

"Mom, my brother calls me Xiaobaozi again, and people obviously call me Xiaoai." The little girl threw herself into her mother's arms and complained angrily.

"Yan Moyan!" Lin Xiaoshu shouted to the kid who was climbing the tree outside. She herself is also weak-hearted, and her children's nicknames seem to be ridiculed many times at school. But now it's too late to change his words, and people who know the two little ones have become accustomed to shouting. She and the man named the pot too hastily.

The little boy ran into the house quickly, "Mom, the little bun shouted for a good mouth." Xiao Ai, I'm sorry, brother pay attention next time, try to call by the name you like. What the little guy thought in his heart was that he didn't want to let his lonely nickname be ridiculed.

The little girl of the ghost elf didn't listen to her brother's foolery and didn't wait for her mother to speak again. Then he ran upstairs with a "ding ding dong", "I'm going to reason with my father." "Little bun, why are you so stingy?" The little steamed bun catches up.

After a while, the quarrel of three voices sounded upstairs. Lin Xiaoshu is narcissistic, why doesn't anyone dare to quarrel with her?

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