Xiao Ling has been waiting for this day, waiting for Xiao Hang to pick up their mother and son back, waiting for Xiao Hang to name their son......

"You make me think about it." Wei Zong raised his hand to take off the frame of his glasses, pinched his slightly painful eyebrows, and seriously thought about what name to give his child?

Xiao Ling and the little boy blinked and looked at Wei Zongze, as if they were waiting for what a big decision.

Wei Zong put on his glasses again, and when he put on his glasses, he met these two pairs of simple eyes, and in an instant, a name was born in his mind.

"Yichu." Wei Zong repeated, "Yes, it's called Yichu." ”

Remembering Chu - As the name suggests, it is Wei Zong who is nostalgic for the old days, nostalgic for the sunny boy Chu Xiaohang, and nostalgic for the happy days in the past.

Many times he thinks that if there was no car accident caused by Shang Xufeng that year, he was not disfigured and did not lose everything that year, then the two protagonists in this beautiful picture will be replaced now.

The woman here will be replaced by the real Xiaoyang, and the little boy will also be replaced by him and Xiaoyang's children. At the end of the story, it should be that their family of three lives happily together.

"Yichu? Remember? Xiao Ling repeated it a few times, hugged the little boy and kissed him, "Son, you have a name, you have a name." Your father gave you your name. ”

Perhaps she didn't know what this word meant, but she only knew that these two words were the names given to the child by the child's father himself.

From this moment on, her son is no longer a child without a father, her son is no longer a child without a name, and her son is no longer a child without love......

Thinking of this, how could Xiao Ling not be happy. So she hugged her son, and the two of them rolled around on the bed with excitement.

For a moment, the laughter of women and little boys filled the room.

Wei Zong sat there quietly watching and listening......

regarded this woman who looked exactly the same as Xiao Yang, and regarded the son she gave birth to him as the son that Xiao Yang gave him.

In this way, he has Xiaoyang in his family and their children, this is the family of three he has been looking forward to.

It seems like a really good feeling!

……

In the early morning, the sky is slightly bright, and the salty sea breeze blows gently, stirring the coconut trees on both sides of the road, making a rustling sound.

Compared to this rustling sound, the voice of the man standing in front of their small building in Qiu Lingyang can be described as a ghost howling wolf.

"Ling Yang! Ling Yang! Ling Yang! ”

Is it a man's voice, or a very powerful man's voice, louder than the other. His voice was so loud that it seemed to wake up the entire sleeping village.

Qiu Lingyang woke up instantly from this noise, and instinctively wanted to sit up, but as soon as he moved, he was hugged tighter by the man's powerful arms.

"It hurts!" Qiu Lingyang pouted softly with a small pink mouth.

Although this cheap man didn't enter her body last night, she was still tossed by the man enough, and now she has no strength in her whole body.

The man's hand grossed restlessly over her body, and as he touched it, he lowered his head and bit her collarbone, leaving a mark that belonged to him.

"Shang Xufeng, are you a dog?" Qiu Lingyang said angrily. Biting at every turn is something that only a dog man can do.