An Hua slept until noon.

As soon as I went downstairs, I saw Xiao Chen walking in from outside, followed by a group of people.

Xiao Chen was surrounded in the middle, talking as he walked, his steps steady and his expression solemn. The metal badge on his wide-brimmed hat shone with a hint of chill in the autumn sun.

How can you associate him with that jealous old man?

It turned out that he was just childish in front of her.

Inadvertently, the eyes of the two people met in the air, and Xiao Chen's eyes, like a deep ancient well, suddenly showed a smile, and the wrinkles at the end of his eyes drew an arc of joy.

Soon, Xiao Qi regained his composure and gave instructions to his subordinates around him.

The people who surrounded him left one after another. Xiao Chen came over, hugged An Hua's shoulders, and whispered in her ear: "Are you asleep? Does it still hurt?"

An Hua shyly nagged him, "Be quiet, be careful others may hear you, it's not nice to be so careless..."

Xiao Xiao said innocently, "I was very quiet, and there's no one else here."

As he said this, he gently kissed his wife's face.

There is no way. Even though we have been together for decades, I still can't help but want to get close to my wife.

It would be great if they could stick together all the time, holding hands wherever they go.

An Hua pushed him.

Xiao Chen obediently moved a little distance away.

In the afternoon, Zhou Qianling came to play with An Hua again. As usual, she was accompanied by Aunt Zhou.

".......We still say we love him, and now that he's married, he and Yuanyuan are closer again......" Aunt Zhou observed Anhua's expression, and seeing that she didn't mind, she continued, "Although Yuanyuan is in the army, the two of us can't see each other often, but it's much better than living in the south and the north. Ai Tu lives in the compound, and can also show some filial piety to you on behalf of Yuanyuan."

An Hua smiled and said, "Her aunt is wrong. Love and filial piety should be shown in front of Chief of Staff Shen and Qian Ling. How can it be my turn?"

"Yes, yes, I didn't express myself clearly. What I meant was that they are childhood sweethearts and have a deep friendship. Yuanyuan is busy with work, so it is only natural for Ai to take care of the family for Yuanyuan." Aunt Zhou smiled.

An Hua asked: "By the way, where does Ai Tu work?"

Zhou Qianling said: "Municipal Party Committee."

An Hua nodded.

It has been a while since Shen Ai Tu came back, but he has not met Yuan Yuan yet. An Hua saw that Yuan Yuan did not seem to be interested in Shen Ai Tu.

So An Hua rarely responded to the conversation regarding the two children.

Aunt Zhou was a person who knew how to read people's expressions. From then on, she seldom forced the two children together in front of An Hua. Instead, she talked about other gossips instead, which made An Hua feel much more comfortable.

A few days later, An Hua received a long-distance call from Zhou Meihua.

Zhou Meihua happily told her the good news that Chen Qingyin had given birth to a son.

Counting the dates, Gangtu was born a month later than her son He.

Zhou Meihua sounded joyful on the phone, but in reality, besides being happy, she also felt a little depressed.

If for no other reason than to give it a name.

Shi Weiguang named his grandson Shi Jianhua, meaning he hoped he would grow flowers when he grew up.

As a result, as soon as the name came out, it was rejected by Wen Xueman, who said it was ugly.

Just reject it if it's rejected, and let it sound unpleasant if it's unpleasant. Why don't you choose one that sounds nice?

What name did Wen Xueman choose? Shi William!

At first Zhou Meihua didn't think there was anything wrong. Although Shi William found it strange, it didn't seem to be unpleasant.

But Shi Weiguang heard it and said, "Isn't William a foreign name?"

Foreign name?

How can this be!

Zhou Meihua was immediately furious. How could she give her grandson a foreign name? !

"What's wrong with a foreign name? The country is opening up and society is transforming. We will be in line with international standards and deal with foreigners in the future. We chose the name 'William'. It sounds good in Chinese and it will be easy to translate directly into English in the future, which saves us trouble."

"Bah! You are just worshipping foreigners and being petty bourgeois! Stop talking nonsense. Why do you have to make yourself look like an Englishman? Our grandson of the Shi family is a pure Chinese, with yellow skin and black eyes. You gave him a foreign name. Isn't that going against our ancestors? When we go to the graves to kowtow to our ancestors, how can they bless him if they don't know foreign names?"

"Wei is the word for powerful and lian is the word for honest and clean. They are both Chinese characters. Who says they are foreign names?"

"Anyway, I don't agree. The grandson of the old Shi family should be named by someone from the old Shi family. Why should you, a surnamed Wen, name him?"

"My child's grandmother, I only have Qingyin as my precious daughter, and her child is my only blood. I am the most qualified to name him. Logically speaking, you have three sons and one daughter, and there are many people who can give you grandchildren. Why do you have to compete with me?"

......

Zhou Meihua spoke loudly and with great momentum, and refused to give in at all.

Wen Xueman speaks slowly and softly, and has his own logic.

After two people finish a round, a new round begins, as if the fight can go on endlessly.

Shi Weiguang and Chen Gang looked at each other and simultaneously shrank to the side.

However, the women still brought the war to them.

"Shi Weiguang, you were the one who chose the name Jianhua. Why are you hiding there instead of coming to fight for it?"

"Old Chen, we only have this one grandson, and we need to find William. Why don't you come and help me?"

Shi Weiguang and Chen Gang were in great pain.

Suddenly, an idea flashed in their mind, and they said in unison: "Let Xiaojun choose."

Inside the room, Shi Xiaojun, who was feeding his wife chicken soup, was still feeling lucky that he had escaped a disaster: "......"