Chapter 8: Choosing a Name for Your Son
After speaking, he sighed, fortunately, the lady guessed that the young master would be unhappy, so she let herself come over and have a look.
Otherwise, I don't know what will happen here.
"Miss Ye just gave birth to a baby, and her body is very weak, so if the young master has anything to say, let's talk about it later." By the way, Madame still has something to ask you to come over. ”
Of course, this is nonsense from Steward Mo, and the purpose is to send Fu Shaoyang away.
Ye Wenwen hid in the quilt for a while, didn't hear any movement outside, and slowly opened a gap.
I was surprised by this.
Fu Shaoyang really left, leaving Steward Mo here.
"Miss Ye, I'm sorry, I'm scared of you." Steward Mo walked over and spoke in a very kind tone.
In the past ten months, Steward Mo has basically been by her side, so she has a lot of friendship.
Ye Wenwen slowly revealed his face, and shook his head a little embarrassed: "Actually, I didn't freak out ......."
"The young master doesn't know about the baby, and he can't accept it for a while, he has no malicious intent."
At the mention of the baby, Ye Wenwen immediately cheered up, she thought about what the young master said, and couldn't help but fantasize: "Steward Mo, that's the case, I want to ask the baby ......"
"The baby is very good, Mrs. is holding it, she is very happy, saying that you are very competitive, thank you very much."
With the eldest grandson, Mrs. Fu is not stingy and rewards Ye Wen Wen a little more.
Ye Wenwen was stunned, thank you? "However, that young master didn't say that just now."
"The young master is scaring you, don't worry about this, take care of yourself in the hospital for a few days first, and don't think about anything." Steward Mo patted her comfortably, left a few more words, and went out.
Ye Wenwen lay on the bed in distraction, looking at the ceiling with white flowers above his head, feeling powerless.
Maybe I just said that I want a baby, it was an impulse.
But at this moment, she really can't help but want to raise this child, after all, her brother doesn't know when he will wake up, and the baby is already her dearest relative in the world other than her brother.
Moreover, it is still a relative with her blood flowing in her blood.
But Butler Mo said so, and made it clear that he wanted to raise a baby, which was impossible!
……
As soon as Fu Shaoyang went back, he was criticized by Mrs. Fu: "Shaoyang, how can you disturb Xiao Ye?" She had just given birth and needed a break. ”
"Mom, don't tell me Ye Wenwen!" Fu Shaoyang interrupted her with a cold face.
Mention it once and breathe once, and don't want to hear the name for a short time.
Mrs. Fu really didn't plan to continue mentioning it, so she hugged her grandson and said, "Okay, mom don't mention it, come, look at your son, let's give the baby a name." ”
Speaking of children, Fu Shaoyang couldn't help but think of Ye Wenwen, where did he get the mood to think of names?
"You can do it yourself, I have no opinion."
Mrs. Fu didn't like to hear this, so she lowered her face and reprimanded, "What are you talking about?" This is your son, and you must choose the name!" ”
Although Mrs. Fu is an elder, she has no idea of choosing her own name.
On the contrary, she saw that Fu Shaoyang had always been indifferent to this son, and she was anxious in her eyes.
This is his own son, can't he, who is a father, not want to see his son?
Therefore, I insisted that Fu Shaoyang take a name to shorten the distance between him and the baby.
"Do you have to take me? Okay, then Fu Yanxin. Fu Shaoyang glanced at the baby thoughtfully, and opened his mouth to throw out a name.