Rebirth against the sky: the daughter of a black-bellied daughter

It was already an hour later that Shangguan Hui woke up.

Feng Zheliang, who was always by the bed, immediately whispered happily when he saw her opening her eyes, "Are you awake?"

Seeing her moving, it seemed as if she wanted to sit up. Feng Zheliang hurriedly placed a soft cushion behind her, and then carefully helped her sit up.

"Have you seen the baby? Is he beautiful?"

Faced with his beloved wife's question, Feng Zheliang stiffened his facial expression in shame. He could say that more than an hour had passed, but he hadn't even looked at his son? Hui'er knew it, and she would definitely be angry with him.

"Well, it's very beautiful!" Someone was talking lies with his eyes open. He thought that children are all beautiful. What's more, with a beautiful mother like Hui'er, how ugly can children be?

But this time, he was a mistake.

When the child was carried in by the wife, Shangguan Hui looked in excitement, but when she saw the small red wrinkled ball, all her fantasies were shattered.

Was this little thing that was not even opened with red and wrinkled eyes really born?

Feng Zheliang glanced at the face of the baby wrapped in the scrambled clothes. With just one glance, he disliked the wrinkled look. Is this really his and Hui'er's child? Shouldn't it be secretly hugged by Wen Po.

Go out and change the prince for the 'Cain Cat'?

Soon, Qing'er walked in with the freshly cooked chicken soup and came to the bed with a smile, "Miss, you have just given birth to a baby and you have to eat some good things to replenish it. No, I use it

The pheasant brought by my son-in-law to make a big pot of chicken soup, you must drink more. The wife said that this will help you..."

After glanced at Feng Zheliang, who was sitting beside him, Qing'er's face turned red. Such words were not easy to say in front of her son-in-law. So she leaned close to Shangguan Hui's ear and whispered, "It helps with breastfeeding!

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Qing'er thought she was already speaking very quietly. But she obviously ignored the fact that Feng Zheliang knew martial arts, and her ears were much more sensitive than ordinary people.

Putting breasts? Why did he forget such an important thing? Hui'er wants to feed her son, so wouldn't this kid have to be with her day and night? What about him?

Shangguan Hui drank chicken soup in small sips, and found that the man's face was a little dull, and she thought he was still feeling sorry for the suffering he suffered. So she smiled and looked at him and said, "Our baby's name, you think it's okay.

Have you taken something?"

Feng Zheliang was already disliked the boy who had to deprive most of his beloved wife of his attention at birth. When he heard his beloved wife ask him about his name, he casually threw out a sentence, "What's the difficulty of choosing a name?"

?You kept calling him "baby" and "baby" during your pregnancy, just call him "baby", OK, baby Feng!"

As soon as this was said, Shangguan Hui had just drunk the chicken soup she had been vomiting out. Feng Baby? She couldn't help but twitch the corners of her mouth, and she suddenly felt angry and funny. What kind of good name is this? It would be fine if she was a girl.

How could he give his son this name? It's a pity that he could think of it.

"This name is not good. You, a father, should have some sincerity. Give your son this kind of name, and you are not afraid that if your son grows up in the future, you will blame us?"

"He dare?" Feng Zheliang sneered with a disdainful look on his face. After thinking about it, he said again, "Since you don't like this name, then call Feng Xiaobao!" No matter how you listen, this Feng

Xiaobao is much better than the Feng Baby just now, and that brat should be grateful to him.

Can you be lazy?

Shangguan Hui rolled her eyes suddenly. She simply stopped asking. She left her name to the elders in the family, either father or grandfather. I believe that they love their babies and would definitely give them a beautiful name. It's not like someone who is not disappointed.

The man of responsibility...