His Wife Calls The Shots

The two returned to the house with this news, and Qiao Shiwan and others immediately arranged a firework show, and the firecrackers were also arranged to celebrate the happy event.

That night, the people in Dongxi Liangyuan gathered together for dinner, and Cang Ting also came over.

Qianmian became a key protection object, especially her mother-in-law Qiao Shiwan, who was even more nervous than Fengxian.

The topic naturally fell on the Cang clan.

What Qiao Shiwan meant was that she didn't want her daughter-in-law to be tired, but as the president of Cang's, it was impossible not to be tired.

Cang Ting was also in a dilemma.

And Qian Miao himself insisted that he was competent and would not affect anything.

In the end, Cang Zeyue was pulled out again, and when needed, he had to share the worries for his sister.

In this way, Qiao Shiwan was reluctantly relieved.

At night, the banquet was over, and Qian Miao finally returned to the bedroom to rest.

She stood in front of the mirror and looked at herself in the mirror. Her belly was still flat, but now she lived there for a small life.

The crystallization of her and Fengxian.

She laughed unconsciously, and her birthday wish came true.

She wrapped her hands around her waist, and her back was extremely warm.

"Does it feel amazing?" He pressed against her face and asked softly.

She hummed, and said, "When I think of someone living in my stomach, it feels very strange and unbelievable. Do you think he is a man or a woman?"

"Um...I think it's a boy." He kissed her subconsciously, and continued: "Because the **** of the child is determined by the father, and my family has always had more boys."

His voice was soft, deep, and moving, like the warm breeze of a summer night.

She leaned on him comfortably and said, "Well, yes, it's like this for mom, and it's like that for Xiyuan."

After that, she asked a question that many prospective parents are curious about.

"The baby is like you, or is it like me?"

No one knows. When she asked these questions, she didn't actually expect any answer, she just enjoyed the process.

That is a wonderful happiness.

Feng Xian looked at Exquisite, looked at her in the mirror, and smiled slightly: "No matter who you look like, it looks good."

"Ah... by the way, what name are you going to give him?"

Asking her question became addicted.

Feng Xian thought about it for a while, but was interrupted by her before she could speak.

"No, the name is still what I want, or if parents come to pick it up, it's really not good for you to choose a name."

The man was unhappy: "How to say?"

Qian Mian didn't speak, and looked in one direction.

That is a photo wall, one of which is a photo of Fengxian with Samoyed.

The man understood, and explained without hesitation: "Strictly speaking, the name of Victory was not chosen by me, but he chose it himself."

"tell me the story."

"At that time, there were five names in front of him, and he only bit the note with the word victory written on it."

She turned around and looked up at him: "Then, who wrote the note?"

A few seconds later, he couldn't help but smiled slightly: "Well, I wrote it when I was fifteen years old."

"However, I wrote ictory at the time."

She asked again: "What about the other four names?"

"Rocky, Coke, Little Seven, Little Sweet Potato."

"You wrote it all?"

"Written by someone else."

After listening, Qian Miao nodded immediately: "Well, I've decided, I can't let you name it."

The picture turned, at this moment, in the dog house downstairs, he sneezed triumphantly.

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