Gu Heng didn't try to persuade him any further.

Although he knew that this might be Cen Yue's only chance in the near future.

After the event, the Women's Federation went on holiday.

Song Yiyi became more and more sleepy.

She went to bed when Cen Yue got up early.

Cen Yue brought lunch at noon, but she was still sleeping.

Miraculously, the breakfast plates and bowls on the table were empty.

After lunch she yawned again.

It is no exaggeration to say that Song Yiyi sleeps for sixteen of the fourteen hours in a day.

Cen Yue was afraid that something was wrong, so he went to the hospital.

On the 19th day of the 21st lunar month, Song Minghui and Cai Mengjun came to the compound with a lot of bags.

Considering Song Yiyi's safety during travel, the two of them lived directly in their yard.

Cen Yue was in a good mood and set up a camp bed in the study.

Before dinner, he pointed to the study and said to Gu Chengze: "Brother, the bed is ready for you, let's live together."

Gu Chengze: “….”

I really don’t know whether I should be moved.

As soon as Song Yiyi woke up, she grabbed a dried sour plum and stuffed it into her mouth, mumbling as she ate, "Not sour enough."

The pickled sour plums are made by Song Minghui himself.

Song Minghui's teeth almost fell apart when he thought of the taste. He grimaced when he saw his daughter eating.

Cai Mengjun smiled softly: "It's most likely a son. When I was pregnant with your eldest brother, I was jealous as if it were free."

Song Yiyi shook her head, "Mom, this is not scientific."

"The doctor said it might be hormonal changes that weaken my intestinal function, and that spicy and sour foods can stimulate gastric acid secretion."

Cai Mengjun did not refute, "Okay, okay, it doesn't matter whether it's a boy or a girl, they are both our treasures."

Song Minghui looked calm.

Actually, after receiving the call and hearing the news, the smile on my face seemed to be frozen for the whole day.

Before coming, Song Minghui also collected various wild game in the village.

All the local chickens were carried onto the train.

Song Yiyi sat opposite Song Minghui, propped up her chin and asked, "Dad, do you want a grandson or a granddaughter?"

Her eyes were full of cunning.

Song Minghui coughed lightly and corrected her: "Granddaughter or grandson is fine."

What he didn't say was that selfishly he would rather have a grandson.

It's not that they favor boys over girls, but they are afraid that the policy will be tightened and officers will not be able to have children in the future.

Thinking of this, Song Minghui looked at Cen Yue who was pacing back and forth and asked, "Ah Yue, what do you think?"

Cen Yue put down the broom in his hand and answered seriously: "Anything is fine."

A brief answer.

Cen Yue quickly lowered his head and fiddled with the wood in his hand.

Gu Chengze was helping on the side.

Song Yiyi grabbed an orange, peeled it, and asked, "What are you doing?"

Gu Cheng smiled and replied, "A crib."

Song Yiyi blinked, "It's still so small, does it need to sleep by itself?"

Logically, such a small thing should be kept at hand after it is born.

So easy to coax at any time.

Can I hold you anytime?

Song Minghui snatched the orange from Song Yiyi's hand and handed her a bowl of hot chicken soup. "It's safe to sleep in a small bed. In our village, adults and children used to sleep together, and the children were crushed by the adults."

Song Yiyi had never heard of such an exaggerated thing.

"Yiyi, are you home?"

A female voice came from outside the door.

Song Yiyi stood up and walked out, "Pu!"

As soon as she opened the door, two pairs of eyes looked at her. Huo Tianqi and Liu Yao came over to greet her.

Huo Tianqi heard that Cai Mengjun and Song Minghui were coming.

Just thought of coming here.

Liu Yao came to see her little niece and dropped by for a visit.

Song Yiyi's eyes flashed with interest, and the smile on the corner of her mouth could not be suppressed. "Come in quickly."