Dear Mr. Shi

Shi Yuhan kissed her on the forehead: "Yes, I am here, I will take you and your child home."

"Child!" Song Qinghuan thought of her child for the first time after giving birth.

She turned her eyes, and saw a small bed made of logs beside the bed, and a little baby was lying in it, sleeping steadily.

Song Qinghuan subconsciously reached out and pulled the crib.

She seemed to have quarreled the little baby. She wrinkled her face and started to cry.

Song Qinghuan was suddenly at a loss, and smiled helplessly at Shi Yuhan.

Shi Yuhan picked up the baby from the log bed. The little thing that was crying with his eyes closed, suddenly stopped crying, and then slowly opened one eye, and the little brow wrinkled and took a look. After getting out of the cold, he closed his eyes again and fell silent as if he were asleep.

Song Qinghuan frowned, "It looks so small, and a bit ugly, like a kitten. My aunt clearly said she looks very pretty."

"That's not the case with newborn children, they will look beautiful when they grow up a little longer." Shi Yuhan smiled lightly.

"There is a hunch that I won't be able to lead her," Song Qinghuan subconsciously sighed.

"And me!" Shi Yuhan held the child in one hand and Song Qinghuan's hand in the other: "Although the matter has not been completely resolved, the known danger can be prevented, so we go home, the child I will take care of you and you."

As he said, he gently stroked Shang Song Qinghuan's hair with a gentle expression, as if dripping water.

Under Song Qinghuan's gaze, the whole person turned into water: "Well, I know, I have always known that you will take me and my baby home."

Shi Yuhan kissed her on the forehead: "So, you can rest and have a good dream now."

Song Qinghuan's eyes filled with dampness and heat filled her chest.

When I was about to close my eyes and take a nap, I suddenly thought of something, and then said: "That baby, there is still a name for him, I haven't picked it up yet? What do you think is better?"

Shi Yuhan's face was full of gentleness, "How about calling her Lele?"

Song Qinghuan frowned: "Why is it called Lele."

Shi Yuhan said softly: "If you are Huanhuan, she will be Lele, the joy of our family."

Song Qinghuan chuckled lightly: "Shi Yuhan, you are planning to raise me as a daughter."

Shi Yuhan curled his lips: "Is it okay? Dad always puts his daughter in his palms. I will spoil you so much in the future. Are you unhappy?"

"Happy! Let's call Lele, Shile..." Song Qinghuan said and said, suddenly his expression sank: "No, it doesn't sound good, Shile Shile, dead dead, okay!"

Her eyes rolled slyly: "It's better to call it four words,"

"Four words?" Shi Yuhan asked.

Song Qinghuan smiled evilly: "Time has changed!"

Shi Yuhan was taken aback for a moment, and then he shook his head helplessly, "You!"

After thinking about it, he said, "If you don't want to be called Lele, then call it Yimo!"

"Yimo! Xianglu Yimo," Song Qinghuan smiled happily: "Okay, it's called Yimo!"

After choosing the name, Song Qinghuan was at ease, ready to fall asleep, but just now, her eyes opened again. She looked at the tired time to keep out the cold, and then patted the side of the open bed: "The bed is big, you Lay with me for a while!"

Shi Yuhan nodded.

He gently put his daughter on the log bed to lie down, and then moved the small log bed to the side of the big bed, close to each other, so that he could see it at any time.