Chapter 203: What about the name Little Stinky Ball?
Jingwei was shaken by her and had no choice but to shake her head: "We may delay some time in the imperial capital." ”
"No problem, I can wait, I've wanted to go to the imperial capital for a long time, especially if I want to, I want to see if the presidential palace is really as the people in the town say, the floor tiles in it are all made of white jade......
"Well, let's go buy tickets now."
Jingwei was very worried about Song Mi'er, if her actions today angered Jiang Shenhan......
Jingwei didn't dare to think about how Jiang Shenhan, a ruthless man, would deal with Mi'er, after all, in his previous life, he had never read any old feelings.
If it really came to such a point, Jing Wei thought, she could only move out Li Shenheng to suppress Jiang Shenhan.
I hope it doesn't have to be like this.
Jingwei was going to the south to find her father and brother, and Zhou Cong naturally secretly escorted her all the way.
She changed her itinerary temporarily, and Zhou Cong knew immediately, no matter what, all he had to do was to protect Miss Jingwei's safety in private, where she wanted to go and what she wanted to do, it was all her own.
When the young master left, he deliberately explained that he could not interfere with Miss Jingwei's affairs.
When the train arrived at the imperial capital, it was already noon on the second day.
Jingwei wanted to go to Mi'er, Jiang Ping was a little inconvenient with her after all, so Jingwei let her rest in the hotel, wait for her to come back, and don't go out casually.
After settling down Jiang Ping, Jingwei checked the bus route and went straight to Song Mi'er's residence.
If her memory is correct, Mi'er still lives in the villa she bought herself.
The bus traveled for more than an hour to the platform near the villa, and after getting off the bus quietly, it took more than ten minutes to reach the villa area.
Xu is because Mi'er has just returned from the hospital with her child, and the villa is heavily guarded, and idlers can't get close at all.
Jingwei took a lot of effort to let people in, this time the security was soon released, when Jingwei saw Mi'er, she was learning how to hold the child and breastfeed with the confinement sister-in-law, and her expression was focused and full of motherhood.
Jingwei looked at Mi'er, who was wearing loose and comfortable maternity clothes, with long hair tied up in the back of her head, no powder, and fresh makeup, and suddenly her eyes turned red.
Mi'er, who was in her previous life, was looking for death and life for Jiang Shenhan, and after giving birth to a child, she wanted her mother to marry Jiang Shenhan with her son.
She didn't even feed a day, and the child was handed over to the confinement lady and nanny after being discharged from the hospital, and all her thoughts were on Jiang Shenhan's body.
But in the end, the bamboo basket was empty.
"Weiwei, come and see, the little stinky ball is eating milk and sweating on his face......"
Mi'er smiled and beckoned to Jing, looking at the baby's gaze so soft that it could almost drip water.
Jingwei leaned over to see, the little guy had a lot of strength to feed, and the little piglet was like a chirping, and couldn't help it, so he stretched out a finger and touched the baby's little hand, and the baby immediately grabbed Jingwei's fingers tightly.
Jingwei only felt that her heart was about to melt.
If her child is born and lives well, will it be the same?
Jingwei is happy and sad at the same time, and her emotions are complex and almost out of control.
"What about the name of the little stinky ball?" After Mi'er finished feeding, she reluctantly watched the confinement sister-in-law take the baby away, and then pulled Jingwei to speak.
"How did you choose such a nickname?"
"I've heard people say that a child is easy to feed with a cheap name, and I want him to grow up safe and healthy."
Jingwei couldn't help but purse her lips and smile: "When he grows up and becomes sensible, he will definitely be angry if you call him a stinky ball." ”
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