My wife is weak

Chapter 593 You Have a Name, Song Cheng
Song Yan stared at Tang Ruyao who was standing in front of him in full dress, pointed at the girl sitting on the ground with her back facing him, and asked, "This is..."

He now has a premonition in his heart that this girl is the sister who was taken away that Tang Ruyao told him back then.

Although reason told him that the possibility of this was very small, he still hoped that the girl sitting on the ground in front of him was his sister.

"Don't you know everything in your heart? You still ask me?" Tang Ruyao had a faint smile on his face, "Go! The time can't be very long."

Tang Ruyao directly affirmed Song Yan's thoughts, but Song Yan stood there, a little at a loss.

Song Yan wanted to see his sister, but when he could actually see her, he felt a sense of timidity that he didn't dare to go forward.

The girl lowered her head slightly, as if she was a little afraid of seeing Song Qiao.

Sighing, Tang Ruyao looked at these two people who were a little afraid of seeing each other, shook his head helplessly, walked slowly in front of the girl, and stretched out his hand to the girl.

"You also know that this time is precious, don't waste it, we are waiting for you!"

The girl raised her head, looked at Tang Ruyao's gentle eyes, and finally stretched out her hand.

The two cool hands touched together, Tang Ruyao's hand slightly pulled the girl up, and smiled at her, "The little lion is helping you too, hurry up!"

"Thank you sister!"

"You're welcome, let's go!"

Tang Ruyao raised his chin at Song Yan, signaling him to move quickly.

It was only then that Song Yan came to his senses, and just as he was about to make a move, he froze in place again.

The girl standing in front of him walked towards him, her small face was so similar to the concubine mother in his impression.

Although I have seen the portraits painted by Tang Ruyao before, the difference between the real person and the portrait is still too much, the appearance is really carved out of the same mold.

"Did I...have a name before?"

The girl looked at Song Qiao seriously, and slowly asked a question that had been buried in her heart for a long time.

She has no name, and no one has given her one.

Listening to the girl's question, Song Yan suddenly felt a sour feeling in his heart, and quickly replied: "Yes!"

Back then, the concubine, the old man, and the little guy I was expecting to be born didn't even have a name!

"Song Cheng! Chengzi's orange!"

Song Yu just felt that his throat was a little choked.

He still remembers that in order to name his younger sister, he and the old man couldn't see each other all day long, and they barely got along until the concubine mother was confirmed.

Orange, homophonic for "Cheng" and "Cheng", one is to hope that the child can achieve what he wants, be sincere, and sincere, and the other is to hope that the child can always be cheerful and sunny.

"It's so nice! So my name is Song Cheng!"

Song Cheng finally had a smile on his face.

Tang Ruyao stood a little far away, watching the two brothers and sisters talking, but there was always a stone in his heart that he couldn't let go.

Before Song Yu came, she and Song Cheng had already talked about the situation of the Son of God. According to what Song Cheng said, the Son of God was indeed a little abnormal for so many days.

And more importantly, the current strength of the Holy Son, according to Song Cheng, is twice as strong as what the Holy Maiden calculated at that time, or even more.

This is not simply one plus one equals two.

(End of this chapter)