Chapter 1165 Has the Son's Name Been Chosen?
After hanging up the phone, Chuxue patted her chest and said to herself, "Thank God, I'm lucky this call came just in time. Otherwise, if I hadn't waited, I wouldn't have been able to get out of bed for three days."
Given Fu Yancheng's personality, he'd definitely make him concede in bed before he'd be satisfied. So, to protect himself, telling a harmless little lie is understandable.
During dinner, Team Leader Zhou distributed the train tickets to everyone: "You're taking the train tomorrow morning, so please keep your tickets safe."
Chu Xue went back inside and tidied up her things. She noticed that the one bag she had brought with her had become three. Luckily, she was strong enough, otherwise it would have been really difficult to handle. But she had no choice but to do it this way to keep things in the open.
After making sure everything was ready, he entered the space. Seeing that it was still early, he set an alarm and went to sleep. He needed to be well-rested for the transaction that night.
While she was enjoying herself, things were not peaceful upstairs. After finishing her meal, Wan Qing went out and called Qin Ruoyun, who was far away in Beijing. Unexpectedly, the other party not only did not comfort her, but also scolded her as a good-for-nothing. Even though she was very unhappy, she did not dare to show it on the phone. Now that she was back in her room, she went crazy on the bed where Chu Xue had slept.
After venting his anger, he even tore a hole in his pillow, scattering the rice husks inside everywhere.
Seeing the mess in the room, Wan Qing burst into tears.
The house wasn't soundproof to begin with, and Mi Aijun next door, annoyed by the person's incessant crying, yelled, "What's all the crying about? Can't people get any rest?"
His shout startled Captain Zhou on the other side.
He opened the door and walked out, frowning as he went into the corridor. Only then did he realize that it was Wan Qing crying. He didn't want to get involved, but after all, he was the one who led the team out.
He walked impatiently to Wan Qing's door and knocked lightly a few times: "Wan Qing, what's wrong?"
Wan Qing didn't want anyone to see what was inside the room, so she quickly tidied herself up and opened the door a crack: "Captain, I'm fine, I'm just a little homesick."
Team Leader Zhou would never believe her, but he still said in a kind tone, "This trip has indeed taken quite a while. Fortunately, we're going back tomorrow. You should quickly pack your things and get some rest so you don't miss tomorrow's departure."
Even though Wan Qing felt uncomfortable, she still had to give the captain face, so she could only say with a nasal tone, "I understand, Captain."
After seeing that she agreed, Captain Zhou turned around and went back to his room.
Zhang Aiguo watched his master enter the room: "You've persuaded him well, this guy is truly a living ancestor, if..."
Captain Zhou stopped his apprentice from speaking with a look: "Alright, hurry up and pack your things. Let's get some rest. We have to get up early tomorrow."
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Beijing City
When Mr. Xiao arrived at the ward with the lunchbox, Mrs. Xiao was happily teasing her son: "Son, are you hungry? Your dad will bring you food soon, and then we'll have milk to drink."
Just then, someone came in carrying some things: "Why are you so late?"
Mr. Xiao wasn't angry. He smiled and stepped forward, saying, "Aunt Miao was making chicken soup for you, so it naturally took a while. How was it? Did your son bother you?"
When Xiao's mother heard him ask about her son, she immediately smiled and said, "Our son is very well-behaved and won't cause any trouble."
Thinking of something, she looked up and asked, "By the way, have you decided on a name for our son yet?"
Mr. Xiao laughed: "Dad said he hopes he will be a person with a broad mind and lofty aspirations, so he named him Xiao Wanheng. Wan means Wan, which is the Wan of the eldest brother's children, and Heng means Heng, which means perseverance."
As she spoke, she took Xiao's mother's hand and wrote it in her palm. Xiao's mother had attended literacy classes and repeatedly said, "Xiao Wanheng, Wanheng, is very good."
Mr. Xiao smiled at his son and said, "From now on, his nickname will be Stone. It's a sturdy name."
Upon hearing this, Xiao's mother smiled even more broadly: "Alright, I'll listen to you. Your nickname will be Stone."
Mr. Xiao opened the lunchbox and said, "Let me serve you a bowl of chicken soup first. Drink it while it's hot."
When Xiao's mother thought about how her son had been fed with formula before, she felt a pang of heartache. It wasn't that she was worried about the cost of the formula, but rather that she wanted to breastfeed her son herself. She couldn't have breastfed all three of her daughters, and then have to wait until her son was fed without milk. She was afraid that her son wouldn't be close to her.
(End of this chapter)
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