Doctor Jiang’s Beloved Sweetheart

Xu Kuangjie’s thirtieth birthday party was very grand.

Jiang Beiyuan carried his son over.

Inside, celebrities, businessmen, brothers and classmates are all there.

"Lao Jiang, your son?" a friend asked with a smile.

Jiang Beiyuan held the baby with one hand, pressed his lip line, and then introduced:

"My son, rivers and lakes."

"Hahahahaha—"

The roar of laughter.

They were all laughing at his son's "good name".

Standing in place, Jiang Beiyuan twitched the corner of his mouth several times.

He also felt that the name was not good.

"Boom boom boom."

The knock on the door was looming in my ears, and he seemed to be far away.

Jiang Beiyuan on the bed opened his eyes slightly.

Two seconds later, the frowning brows stretched out, and the shame in his eyes was replaced by calmness.

It turned out that the picture just now was a dream.

Subconsciously looking at the woman sleeping next to her, she has a peaceful and sound sleeping face, beautiful eyes with long eyelashes, a delicate bridge of the nose, and full lips.

The sunlight fell in through the gaps in the window lattices, and mottled light and shadow fell on the delicate shoulders.

Jiang Beiyuan looked down, his long eyelashes moved at the same frequency as his wife, and her thin lips fell on her smooth forehead.

Good morning kiss as always.

Two years.

Mrs. Jiang was still by his side, unscathed.

He was moved and rejoiced.

"Boom boom boom."

There were three more respectful knocks on the door.

Jiang Beiyuan grabbed the couch and put on the nightgown at will. He slept late last night, but it was quite early for a certain **** to knock on the door.

...

At the moment the door was opened, one bowed his head and the other raised his head.

Four eyes face each other.

Tong Jiang Beiyuan is almost a little boy carved out of a mold. He is only 95 centimeters tall, with a white face, exquisite features, big eyes, and his nose and mouth look like Jiang Beiyuan.

Jiang Beiyuan leaned against the door, eyebrows raised: "Something?"

"Hey," the boy grinned while touching his stomach, with a look of flattery, "Dad, Da Chi is hungry!"

Yes.

This is the son of Jiang Beiyuan.

Name: Jiang Qingchi.

Nickname: Jianghehuhai.

Now two and a half years old, almost three years old.

Jiang Beiyuan looked at this tender and clean round face, his thoughts drifting away.

I think back then, when I was born, my eyebrows were unopened and I looked very ugly.

I think that when Yannian said that his son was called "Jianghe Huhai", he was really shocked.

Whose child is called by this name?

It happens that the woman who just finished giving birth has no online IQ, so she doesn't care about her words and thoughts, and she still praises the name.

"Hey, doesn't it mean that there is a shortage of water in a hit? Isn't it necessary to carry water in all words? The river, river, lake, and sea, each word carries water, is it aggressive, right?"

"It's not anxious to name it."

Jiang Beiyuan could already think of Xu Kuangjie's sneer at him.

Yannian was extremely persistent, saying that everything was called Jianghehuhai. Jiang Beiyuan really didn't know anything about it. For the time being, he called it this name for fear of her being angry.

Although he really doesn't like the extra son, but one size fits into one size does not mean that when he hopes to introduce his son to others, he will say seriously:

"This is my son, river, river, lake, sea."

Later, waiting for Yan to read the confinement, Jiang Beiyuan finally convinced her to change her name.

When I went to the household registration office, Yan Nian even slandered.

"It's called Jiang Qingche, Jiang Chenghe, Jiang Muxi, etc., etc., these are so nice and more Han Fan, right?"

Yannian couldn't help but fight the injustice for her son.

"It's called Jiang Qingchi, it's a bit dirty, what do you think?"

"It's right to be a little dirty."