I go north, you go south

Ling Bei's astringent voice finally had its ups and downs. At this time, there was a strong smile in his voice.It’s like the dying vegetation regained sunlight and water; it’s like a dying person was redeemed: “I remember that my quiz scores dropped a lot, and the director came to see me in person.

"But I just feel that choosing a nice name for my future daughter is not much more important than those assessments and test papers?"

Nan Zishu was amused by his "Versailles" tone: "The heir of the dignified Shiyang Group, the invincible God of War in Jiangcheng University so far, how can he have such a nonsense idea?"

Ling Bei turned off the fire on the stove and turned to look at Nan Zishu.

"Because that's really the most important thing to me."

His smile is unspeakably affectionate.

Seeing Ling Bei thinking so much, Nan Zishu didn't know why he felt a little flustered.

So she could only change the subject a little bluntly: "Do you like your daughter?"

Ling Bei smiled even more: "Yes."

Daughter, it should be like you, right?

"I even thought of a nice name for her at the time." Speaking of this, Ling Bei felt a little complacent: "It's called Yumu."

To give, to give; to admire: to adore, to adore, to admire.

The most important thing is that this "Yu" is taken from Nan Zishu's "Shu".

After all, it is best not to use the same word as the elder's name in the child's name.So Ling Bei carefully took the word "Shu" apart.

Ever since that time, he has decided: he will either be alone in his life; or...

Marry Nan Zishu back and become the happiest person in the world.

Ling Bei has always been a fickle person.When he decided that Nan Zishu was the only partner in his life, there would be no second person who could possibly stand by his side.

Nan Zishu can never know this affection, or he can freely choose his own love.Even if they were thousands of miles apart after that; even if they never met formally... But this does not prevent Ling Bei from leaving her the position of the people around him forever.

Therefore, the "daughter" that Ling Bei imagined at the beginning was all part of his longing to be with Nan Zishu.

A person who has never talked about his expectations for life, unexpectedly began to dream at a certain moment: If she and I can really fall in love and get married, will we have a daughter who can inherit all the beauty of her mother?

If one day this "wishful wish" wish comes true, I want to name her "Yumu".

This is the whole-hearted love that I bestow on you, and it is also the incomparable redemption that you bestowed on me in this grand encounter.

One thing Ling Bei never questioned was that his wife could only be Nan Zishu.

And the mother of his child must also be Nan Zishu.

"But these are all my free thoughts. All decisions are yours."

Now, the vision of his youth has gradually come into reality unconsciously. While serving the food on the table, Ling Bei said half-jokingly and half-seriously: "When the time comes, you can have as many children as you want, boys and girls I like all of them."

"Come on."

Nan Zishu sat down at the dining table with the juice in his arms, with a gloomy expression on his face: "You, President Ling, have already named your own daughter. Isn't this just the birth of a child?"

Ling Bei didn't know whether to laugh or cry: "You just want to commit a crime, so there is no excuse."