Leftover Girl Crossing: King Leng's Stand-in Concubine

Chapter 442 Murong Jun

It was already late at night when Qingqing woke up again, but she saw that Murong Jin had been standing by her side even though her face was full of exhaustion. Seeing that she woke up, she asked with concern, "You have been sleeping all day, are you hungry?" , I’ll go to the kitchen and cook you something to eat.”

Murong Jin, who is so soft-spoken and considerate, makes Qingqing so warm.

She shook her head lightly and said, "Not hungry."

Murong Jin said, "Then drink some chicken soup. You have lost a lot of weight after tossing around for four days. You can't go on like this. I will feel sorry for you!"

His heartache made Qingqing feel acid in his eyes.

She murmured, "Jin, you've been so kind to me!"

Murong Jin said with a warm smile, "Silly girl, we have worshiped the world and drank the wine, so I will take care of you for the rest of my life! Remember that no matter what happens in the future, I will always be behind you to protect you. looking at you!"

His words shot warmly into Qingqing's heart.

She looked around the room and said, "Where's our baby!"

Murong Jin ordered someone to bring the chicken soup, and then asked someone to bring the child over.

And smiled and told Qingqing, "He is so good to eat, this time he should be full and fell asleep!"

There was a fatherly love in his eyes.

Qingqing doesn't want to think about who the father of this child is, although she stubbornly thinks it is Murong Jin, she never wants to face this problem, she just wants to let those unbearable memories disappear in the memory!
A fair nurse came over with the baby in her arms, and Murong Jin took it and put it beside the bed.

It was a fair child, already asleep, with long eyelashes casting a shadow under his eyes.

Murong Jin looked at the sleeping baby with a smile and said, "He looks like you!"

Qingqing was also looking closely, the outline of this child seemed to be carved out of her own mold.

That cordial feeling, blood is thicker than water, and the unceasing family affection immediately enveloped Qingqing. She loved this child. She was pregnant in October, and it took three days and three nights of pain to give birth to the flesh and blood.

She raised her head and asked Murong Jin, "What's a good name?"

Murong Jin thought for a while and said, "Wanyue was born at night, and the baby is born in the morning when the sun shines brightly on the earth. Why don't we choose a single name——晅, which means the sun's brilliance!"

Author's note: 晅 (XUAN)

Qingqing murmured, "Murong Tun, this name sounds really nice."

(End of this chapter)