He Xiyan briefly explained a few words, and Wang Lan nodded expressionlessly.

I don't seem to like the feeling of being called.

Yuan Yuan sat in the stroller and danced, a pair of small hands clapped from time to time, making applause movements, and the little head twisted around and didn't know what to see, very excited.

Yang Mingyu stared intently at the door of the living room, and the moment he heard the footsteps, he immediately stood up.

After a while, he saw the mother and son walking over, and also looked at the baby dancing in the stroller.

He walked over and stared at the child in the stroller, and at just one glance, he was shocked and his eyes wide.

Like, it's too similar, it's almost exactly the same as Yixuan's mold, especially the pair of dark jade eyes.

"He is ......" Yang Mingyu looked at He Xiyan at this time, and his eyes still retained the shock of seeing the child.

He Xiyan pursed her lips and showed a faint smile.

"His name is Yuanyuan."

Yang Mingyu hurriedly squatted down, and one hand couldn't help caressing the child's round little head.

He looks so good, this kid, carved in pink, makes people like it at first glance. He even hopes that he will have such a beautiful child himself in the future.

Yuanyuan's eyes were purring, a pair of small hands were clenched together, she looked at her mother and then at her uncle in front of her, she seemed a little nervous and scared. Because he has not met this uncle.

"Mom......" Yuan Yuan turned his head to look at his mother, a pair of small hands had been opened, wanting his mother to hug him.

He Xiyan could see that the child seemed to be a little recognizable.

She bent down, stroked the child's little face, pointed at Yang Mingyu, and said with a smile: "Yuanyuan, this is Uncle Yang, call Uncle ......"

Yuanyuan's two shallow eyebrows wrinkled into a line, and he stared at the tall man in front of him again and again, and only after a while did he shout "out of ......" in a low voice

The pronunciation was strange, but it had been a long time since he had learned it.

Yang Mingyu smiled away, and couldn't help but lean over and kiss the little guy in front of him fiercely.

It's so cute, and it's so small that it can be screaming.

"Come, fate, uncle hug." Yang Mingyu stretched out his big hand to the child.

Yuan Yuan shrank his neck in fear, and his two little hands quickly leaned against his back, as if he was still afraid, he raised his head again to look at Mommy.

He Xiyan patted Yuanyuan's little head, "It's okay, baby, let my uncle hug it." ”

Yuan Yuan slowly stretched out his little hand, but the big eyes like black grapes were very wide, almost staring at Yang Mingyu.

Yang Mingyu excitedly picked the child out of the stroller.

"Is this almost ten months old?" He turned his head and asked He Xiyan on the side.

He Xiyan nodded, made a gesture of invitation, and motioned for him to sit down and talk.

"I really didn't expect Yixuan's sons to be so old and grow so well." Yang Mingyu held Yuan Yuan and sat on his lap, constantly teasing the child in his arms, but unfortunately Yuan Yuan was too strange to him, so he didn't pay much attention to him, just let him hold him.

He thought that if Yi Xuan knew that he had such a big son, and that he was such a beautiful and smart son, he would definitely not live a negative life like now, lose his faith in life, and even be full of spirit and fighting spirit.