Sweet crazy!The cold lawyer Song married at an early age

Chapter 440 The First Birthday Ceremony (Zhuangyuan)
"Ding dong..."

"They're here!" Zhao Qiuyi handed the child in her arms to her husband and hurriedly went to open the door.

Upon seeing the visitors, she warmly pulled Shen Wanyi to the sofa and personally poured two glasses of water, saying, "You two busy people have finally arrived. We were just talking about you two..."

She greeted Song Shichen, "Hi, long time no see, Lawyer Song. Come in and have a seat. I didn't get to greet you properly..."

Shen Wanyi held the cup of hot water and smiled, "Why haven't I seen you being so enthusiastic towards me before?"

Zhao Qiuyi took the child back from her husband's arms and teased her, "We're like family, why are you even jealous of this? Lawyer Song, you need to keep an eye on your boss!"

"The leader decides..." Song Shichen handed the prepared gift to Zhao Qiuyi, "A small gift to wish the child a healthy and intelligent growth."

"Why bring a gift when you're here to celebrate the baby's one-month birthday? Don't waste your money. Please thank DouDou's godparents on DouDou's behalf." Zhao Qiuyi was a little surprised and accepted the gift with both hands.

The two gifts, wrapped in red patterned gift boxes, felt heavy in my hands and were probably quite expensive.

The little one in my arms opened his round eyes and babbled, waving his little hands in the air.

"The little guy is greeting his godfather..."

"Honey, where did you put the things you gave me for my first birthday celebration?"

Zhao Qiuyi handed the child to Shen Wanyi and exchanged a few pleasantries, "You're here! I'll go help out. My parents will be here soon too. You two chat..."

Shen Wanyi looked down at the little one in her arms. He was wearing a snow-white cotton hat, his small body was wrapped in a soft blanket, and his big, dark eyes were full of curiosity about the outside world.

“Doudou…”

She reached out and poked the baby's chubby cheeks, which were bouncy and soft, and his little arms were delicate, white and small.

"So cute! Do you want to hold him?" she asked tentatively, teasing the little one.

"it is good."

Shen Wanyi carefully handed the child to him. As she watched the man reach out his arms and skillfully hold the child, a hint of surprise flashed across her face.

She took an orange from the fruit plate, peeled it casually, and teased him, "Not bad, your posture is very professional."

Song Shichen rocked the little one in his arms, a half-smile playing on his lips, "Practicing in advance, preparing for the future..."

"Who told you to prepare!" Shen Wanyi almost choked on the orange she had just put in her mouth, and glared at him angrily.

Zhao Qiuyi had just finished her work and couldn't wait to come see the child. At first, she was worried that the two of them had no experience in taking care of a child and would not know what to do when the child cried.

She smiled as she looked at the baby in Song Shichen's arms. "This child is quite shy around strangers. Usually, he cries and fusses whenever anyone else holds him except for my husband and me. But today was unusual; he didn't cry even though I've been gone for so long."

"Really? I think DouDou is quite well-behaved." Shen Wanyi teased the babbling little guy.

“The child loves his godparents so much, you two should hurry up and put it on the agenda, DouDou wants a companion.”

Song Shichen picked up the conversation, his burning gaze falling on Shen Wanyi, a slight smile playing on his lips, "As soon as possible."

A red carpet was laid on the ground, with writing implements, jewelry, and coins scattered around. Zhao Qiuyi and her husband placed their child on it. The little one looked timidly at the people around him and then at the items in front of him.

With his bright, sparkling eyes, he slowly crawled toward the pile of items under everyone's gaze. He picked up a calligraphy brush and began to write, while voices of praise and blessings filled the living room, all saying that the child would be successful in the future.

After the full moon banquet, the guests left, and night fell.