The little one's hair didn't grow much, his hair was short, and he slept most of the day.

The name of the little guy is determined by drawing lots, just like the little umbrella at that time, and he chooses his own name.

Three names were prepared for this little guy, and these three names were all Mu Yu or something.

After all, the little umbrella is called Muyu Mountain, so the younger brothers and sisters of the little umbrella simply use the word rain, and the others don't bother to think about it, thinking about the name is really a technical job!

So, Mu Yu or something, she slowly crawled on the ground, to pick her future name.

In the end, the little one chooses one of them.

Jing Qingran looked at the note in the little guy's hand, and there was a name written on it, and the name was: Mu Yu Painting.

Mu Yu painted this name, which was given by the little guy's grandmother Duan Bingxue.

I have to say, the name has a lot of meaning.

Duan Bingxue has been in M City during this time, after all, her daughter-in-law gave birth to another child, Duan Bingxue has been living abroad for a long time, and she rarely comes back.

A month later, Jing Qingran had finished his confinement.

It's spring, but it's still cold.

Jing Qingran has to shoulder the heavy responsibility of feeding her children, and it is not easy to be a mother.

Xiaoyu painted children, was held in Jing Qingran's arms, sang to her, and talked to her, even if she couldn't understand, Jing Qingran was never tired of it.

"Daughter" Jing Qingran shouted, so she lowered her head and kissed Xiaoyu's little face.

For such a thing as taking care of children, Jing Qingran always does it herself, so she is reluctant to leave her children to others!

Unless there are special circumstances, or she's really not available.

"Wife, you should be tired of holding the child." A man's voice sounded faintly.

"Uh" Jing Qingran heard this, raised his eyes to look at the man who seemed to have just walked over, and then, after thinking about it, nodded and said, "It seems that there are some." ”

"Then put the child down first and let her sleep on her own." Mu Zhengchen said.

"It's okay." Jing Qingran thought about it again, and then, nodded, and put Xiaoyu on the crib.

This room is a room specially prepared for Xiaoyu painting, and there are many rooms in this villa anyway.

Jing Qingran covered her daughter with a good quilt again, so that she would not be cold.

"Daughter, you have to grow up quickly" Jing Qingran looked at the little face painted by Xiaoyu and said gently.

This gentleness can almost pinch out the water.

It's her unconsciously gentle as a mother.

"Mommy loves you!" Jing Qingran said, and wanted to lower her head to kiss the little guy's face, this little guy was so tender, her face kissed like kissing tender tofu.

"Alright, let's go." Mu Zhengchen said, ready to reach out to pull Jing Qingran.

"Huh? Just go? My daughter hasn't woken up yet, what if she wakes up hungry? Jing Qingran said.

"When my daughter is hungry, you can come back." Mu Zhengchen said lightly.

This woman has basically revolved around her daughter for more than a month, leaving his husband in the cold a lot.

Mu Zhengchen pulled Jing Qingran out of the room, and then closed the door gently, and the little guy was still asleep in the room.

Then he pulled her to their room and closed the door.

It's all on this, and it's not interesting to talk too much.

If you talk too much, it's just nonsense.