As the months progressed, Meng Gui became increasingly anxious about the flow of sound.

However, they had already gone to the hospital for a check-up, and it turned out that Liuyin was carrying two babies.

Meng Gui really can't imagine it.

After all, compared to him, Liuyin was quite petite.

It's hard to imagine that her slender figure is pregnant with twins.

His daily routine now consists of spending every day with Liuyin.

Of course, it was the same before.

As his due date approached, he became increasingly anxious, and often couldn't sleep at night.

Liu Yin was also a little helpless at this moment. "Okay, you don't have to worry," she said softly to comfort her.

How could Meng Gui not be worried?

He did a lot of research, and now his only consolation is that medical conditions are much better now.

There isn't that much risk involved in childbirth for pregnant women.

He started thinking about the child's name when Liuyin was first pregnant.

However, it hasn't been finalized yet.

He didn't make up his mind until the moment his two children were born.

Looking at Liuyin's forehead, which was soaked with sweat, Meng Gui felt a pang of sympathy.

“From now on, let’s not have children.” He held Liuyin’s hand and discussed it with her.

Liu Yin, who had just given birth and was preparing to rest for a while, was instantly wide awake.

How can they complete the task with only two children?

In fact, the production process has little impact on the flow noise.

If you use her original form, you can give birth to many at once.

"But I also want a daughter."

Meng Gui's words naturally meant nothing to Liu Yin.

*

Meng Jing and Meng Zhao are like two extremes.

One is excessively introverted, and the other is excessively extroverted and cheerful.

Meng Jing loves to laugh.

Even when he was still babbling, he would laugh non-stop, his little mouth open every day before he grew any teeth.

But Meng Zhao seemed unusually quiet.

This can be seen even when they were children.

Meng Jing wished she could go out and play every day, and every night she wanted to drag her parents to the supermarket to shop.

But Meng Zhao remained quiet and still.

He prefers to stay in his room and paint rather than go out to play.

They moved to another place a long time ago.

The apartment was big enough for Meng Gui and Liu Yin to live in together.

But after having two more children, the place we used to live in suddenly felt cramped.

They moved to a villa nearby.

Because his son loves to draw, Meng Guihuan specially prepared an art studio for him.

Of course, Meng Jing also has her own toy room.

Little Meng Jing's biggest wish is to buy a toy every day.

His wish was not fulfilled.

Although his parents buy him toys, they don't do it every day.

But it's okay, he has his uncle.

Xiao Mengjing lay in bed, thinking happily.

His most anticipated thing every day is to look near his pillow after he opens his eyes in the morning.

From the year he turned five, when he made a wish to have a toy every day.

Every day after that, he would get a new toy.

Xiao Mengjing also asked her mother, "Mom, why is there a toy on my bed every day?"

"Hmm." Liu Yin touched her son's tender little face and said with a gentle smile, "It was a gift from your uncle."

"Uncle? Have I met you before?" Xiao Mengjing asked curiously.

The people he sees most often are his parents.

I don't think I've met any other elders.

"No." They couldn't see 003's figure.

"However, he still loves you all very much."

Xiao Mengjing had never met that uncle before.

However, most of the toys in his toy room were gifts from his uncle.

Every day, the moment he looks forward to most is when he sees the gift.

On one occasion, he even secretly stayed awake under the covers.

The room was quiet, and he listened carefully to the sounds coming from inside.

I was afraid of missing something.

Being a child, he couldn't help but fall into a deep sleep in the early hours of the morning.

As soon as Xiao Mengjing woke up, the first thing she looked at was the side of her pillow.

There, on the shelf, was a model of his latest favorite Transformers.

Xiao Mengjing sat on the bed, looking a little disappointed.

He still couldn't see that uncle this time.

But next time, we'll definitely see each other again.

*

Sometimes I would watch Meng Zhao sitting in the garden, quietly painting.

Liuyin found it somewhat amusing.

She did laugh, and poked Meng Gui's chest. "Look, doesn't Xiao Zhao look like you?"

Meng Zhao's quietness was innate, and he was indeed very much like Meng Gui.

The difference is that Meng Zhao's quietness exudes a sense of composure.

Every time Liu Yin sees Meng Zhao acting like a little adult, she can't help but tease him.

In return, Xiao Mengzhao gave her a slightly helpless look.

Compared to Meng Jing, Meng Zhao is more like the older brother.

"It's just that we have similar personalities." Meng Gui hugged Liu Yin from behind and put his arm around her waist.

"But he looks a lot like you."

“However,” the man’s hand moved restlessly downwards, “I remember you said you wanted a daughter.”

"Wait, let's go back to the room." Liuyin tried to grab his hand.

One year later.

Meng Jing and Meng Zhao now have another younger sister.

Oh, and there's a younger brother too.