Chapter 1920 Extra (7)

For a long time, Xia Siyu didn't believe in "home".

Not only does she not believe in family, but she also doesn't believe in "love" very much. Because of her own experience, what's the use of having feelings, in the end feelings will still be no match for the beatings of reality, and in the end they will only become a resentful couple and drag down the children.

So her attitude towards life is to live with the situation, as long as the old lady is happy, and don't think about stability and safety, nor about family and future generations.

However, now seeing Bo Yan holding her hand and falling asleep next to her, and the child resting beside her, with the faint scent of milk, it seems that she is not as jumpy as she thought.

She was still a little tired and didn't have the strength to get up, so she had to squeeze his hand tightly with her fingers. With this grip, Bo Yan woke up.

Then, the baby cried.

Not even half a minute into the warm moment, the child's cries were instantly haunted.

So what kind of warm moments are life, and it is impossible to imagine a winner in life without firewood, rice, oil and salt like in the novel.

However, it hadn't been long before Bo Yan got up, quickly patted the baby, first checked whether the diaper was overloaded, then checked the time, and fed him. Breastfeeding is also specially placed in the milk warmer, and the milk powder has been prepared. Hold it sideways, support the baby's head with the elbow, and put the pacifier in the mouth. Sure enough, with the pacifier in his mouth, although the little guy still whimpered twice, the sound of sucking was louder. Bo Yan held the palm of the baby's butt and gently patted it.

Xia Siyu saw him like this: "Is it a girl?"

Bo Yan nodded with a smile, it really is. Xia Siyu snorted twice, and she knew that if it was a melon egg, maybe he would not be so gentle at this time. Of course, she didn't believe in the words "the daughter is the lover of the father's previous life". A daughter is a daughter, what a lover, if this is true, can it be said that every mother had a husband like your son in her previous life?

However, she was still very emotional: "Show me."

Bo Yan nodded, approached cautiously, first put the bottle aside, shook Xia Siyu's bed, and then handed the baby to her. Xia Siyu glanced at her. The baby's face was as red as a monkey's ass, and her small face was wrinkled. She couldn't help saying: "It's so ugly."

I don't know if it was because of her complaint, or because the baby's bottle was gone, or because he was in the arms of a "stranger", broke his defense in an instant, and cried super loudly. Although the little guy was wrapped in clothes, she could still see her clenched fists.

The magic sound pierced her ears, which made Xia Siyu even more impatient, so Bo Yan hurriedly brought the child back and stuffed her with a feeding bottle. But the little guy is quite arrogant, and if he refuses to eat, he will cry.

Xia Siyu smiled when she saw it: "This guy has my demeanor."

How can my old lady be easily coaxed by you with a bottle? You snatched me away when I was about to breastfeed, and you coax me now, it's too late.

Bo Yan had no choice but to hold the baby upright, put her little head on his shoulder, and patted her to coax her: "Be good, don't cry."

"And your demeanor, are you such a mother?" It was Xia Youbiao who woke up outside, and opened the door to come in. He glanced at Xia Siyu, and then looked at the little guy lovingly: "Quick, let grandpa hug you."

Bo Yan carefully handed the child over again. This time, maybe because he met someone more unfamiliar, or because Aojiao, who just didn't give her milk, hadn't coaxed her well, the child curled his mouth and cried even louder.

Xia Youbiao resentfully returned the child to Bo Yan, and Xia Siyu taunted her father: "You still talk about me, look, you can't hold it by yourself."

Xia Youbiao didn't care about this ridicule with Xia Siyu, he just felt a little emotional: "You were so small when you were born. It's only a tiny bit. When you hold me in my arms, it's so small, soft, and white, it's almost like a piece of tender tofu , it seems to be broken when you sip it. I remember very clearly that at that time, I was afraid that your mother would catch a cold because of sweating, so I tied a red scarf on her head. She just hugged you like this and leaned on the head of the bed like this, and then I Sitting next to her. The sun just fell on her and you, and then you smiled and she smiled. I was like, really good."

I don’t know if it’s because he tells a good story or because his voice is so nice. Anyway, the little guy who was crying just now stopped crying, with tears still hanging from his eyes, and his big, round eyeballs rolled around. . Although the newborn baby can't see clearly, it doesn't prevent this guy's eyes from being as flexible as her mother's.

Xia Youbiao asked, "What's her name? Did you give her another name?"

Xia Siyu looked like an old man: "I don't know the name, you can ask Bo Yan. But there is one thing, this child has to be my surname."

She had agreed a long time ago that she wanted her to have a child, right? Yes, the child must be named after her. If it doesn't matter if you don't have her surname, then you can get a divorce. After divorce, the baby will belong to her, and you should still take her surname. You keep saying you love me, and even the child born from my mother's hard work can't be named after her, what a shit.

Xia Youbiao was a little surprised. He didn't expect that the child's surname was not Bo, but Xia. Bo Yan thought for a while: "I thought of a few names, if the child's surname is Xia..."

"Wait." Xia Siyu interrupted him again, and Xia Youbiao quickly answered: "Yes, actually...it doesn't matter whose last name you have, as long as you can raise the child well together." He is not very concerned about the child's last name. Care, after all, there is Xia Ju'an.

Xia Siyu looked at Xia Youbiao in surprise, but she didn't expect her father to come out to hold her back. She hesitated: "This child should be named Wen."

Xia Youbiao was stunned again.

Xia Siyu looked calm: "If it's a boy, then it doesn't matter, but she is a girl, anyway, her surname must be Wen. I didn't continue to dance back then, and disregarded my mother's dissuasion, I plunged into the entertainment industry, I am very sorry Live with my mother. Although I can’t force this child to learn to dance, I can let her have a try. If she is really not that material, or doesn’t like this direction, just let her.”

Xia Youbiao really didn't expect this to happen. He felt as if he had been beaten in the head for a while, and he was in a daze. But he still had a little reason, turned his head and glanced at Bo Yan, Bo Yan just smiled, and patted the child on the back lightly: "Then I'll think about the name."

If the Bo family had some affection for him, maybe he would object. But now, he didn't hesitate at all. It doesn't matter if it's anyone's surname, even grandma's.

A never-before-seen emotion came to my heart, maybe it was surprise, sigh, and self-blame. After a long time, Xia Youbiao nodded: "Okay, okay, really good." By the last few words, he was already a little cry.