Since they were in the Mo tribe, Han Zhan and Song Ci had not used contraception. It had been more than a month and a half since their first close contact. Unexpectedly, Song Ci got pregnant that time.
This hit rate is really 100% accurate.
Han Zhan sat down next to Song Ci. He took the pregnancy test stick, stared at the line on it, and laughed. "This time, it shouldn't be twins, right? If so, I have to work harder to make money."
Song Ci was amused by Han Zhan's words. She touched her belly, and her smile faded a little as she thought of something. "Han Zhan, what would you think if this baby is still a girl?"
Han Zhan knew what Song Ci was thinking. He didn't want to see Song Ci's good mood affected by those rules and regulations. Han Zhan pressed Song Ci into his arms and said, "Don't worry about it. I don't want to have a son to carry on the family line."
Song Ci believed Han Zhan was telling the truth, but she still felt a little pressured. Even ordinary families without a crown would want a son to inherit the family line, let alone the wealthy Han family?
Seeing that Song Ci was still a little unhappy, Han Zhan told her firmly: "If we have three daughters, no matter whether they go into the military, politics, business, or art in the future, I will support their choices and train them to become the strongest kings."
What's wrong with girls?
His godmother, Mo Yao, is a girl, yet she still became the richest person in Asia! Luo Lan's godmother works in the diplomatic department, so doesn't she often give those foreign media the slap in the face? Nangong Xian is a girl, yet she defeated all men and became the Eastern God of War!
Countless women have proved with their achievements that daughters are no worse than boys!
Han Zhan jokingly said, "What are you afraid of? You don't have any parents-in-law to put pressure on you. Just take good care of the baby. Whether it's a boy or a girl, they will be our baby."
With Han Zhan's words, Song Ci felt relieved.
Because Song Ci was pregnant with her second child, Han Zhan handed over the preparations for Nan Yanyan and Arang's wedding to a professional wedding planning team. The next morning, after Song Ci woke up, she called Han Miao and Han Jun over.
Early in the morning, the mother, daughter and three of them were sitting on the lawn.
Han Miao was eating a plate of breakfast while waiting for Song Ci to speak. Han Jun was wearing a sun hat and playing with a small wooden sword.
Staring at the drawing board in Song Ci's hand, Han Miao asked her: "Mom, are you going to teach us how to draw?"
Song Ci said: "Yeah."
Song Ci opened the cap of her watercolor pen and drew a pregnant woman on the blackboard. Pointing at the baby in the pregnant woman's belly, she asked Han Miao and Han Jun, "Miao Miao, Jun Jun, do you know what this is?"
Han Miao thought for a moment and said, "It's mom!"
Song Ci smiled and said, "Yes." She added, "I mean the child in your mother's belly."
Han Miao showed a confused look.
Han Jun said calmly and intelligently, "It's the baby."
Song Ci snapped his fingers and said, "Correct."
She told her daughters, "Miaomiao, Junjun, there is a little baby in my belly now."
Hearing this, Han Miao's eyes widened, and Han Jun also stared at Song Ci's belly. Han Miao put down the plate, crawled to Song Ci's side, reached out and touched her belly, and said innocently: "Mom, I didn't see the baby."
Song Ci was amused by Han Miao, "The baby is still very small. In a few months, you and your sister will be able to see the baby."
Han Miao asked her, "Will it grow slowly like a pumpkin?"
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Han Jun pouted and said, "Mom, do you hate us?"
Song Ci was really surprised when he heard this question.
Han Miao became nervous when she heard her mother say that she hated them. She quickly hugged Song Ci's arm and pressed her little face against Song Ci's.
Song Ci knew that Han Jun was different from ordinary children. She hugged Han Miao, looked at Han Jun tenderly, and asked her, "Junjun, why do you think so?"
Han Jun said, "Mom, you hate us and want to have another child."
Han Jun was not even two years old yet. If someone hadn't told her about this, she wouldn't have known about it. Song Ci's expression darkened slightly. She asked Han Jun, "Junjun, who told you this?"
Han Jun and Han Miao received language training very early, and they can express many words. Han Jun pointed behind her and said, "The housekeeper said that if you don't listen, Mom will have another child."
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