"Wife, don't." Shen Chengyi had thought of several good names in the office these days, but he forgot them all in a hurry.
Su Yuehua knew that he couldn't point it out, so she thought for a moment and said, "The elder brother is called Shen Yuchen, the younger brother is called Shen Yuyan, and our little girl should be called Shen Yuning, so her nickname should be Ningning."
"Chen Yuchen, Shen Yuyan, Shen Yuning." Shen Chengyi put the sleeping little girl back into the crib, silently chanting these three names, and turned around to find that Su Yuehua was already asleep.
Time passed quickly, and in the blink of an eye it was September. The busy farming season began in their hometown, and Shen Chengzhong and his wife were simply too busy to handle it, so Bai Xiuying had to go home to help.
The three little ones who were only half a year old were really hard to take care of, so Su Yuehua had to ask for leave.
As the National Day approaches, the streets are filled with joy, as September 29th is Mrs. Rong’s birthday.
Lin Hongmei came early in the morning to pick up Su Yuehua and her three children.
Everything the three little ones saw in the jeep was new to them. The young soldier who was driving the car loved the three kids so much that he always looked for opportunities to look back through the rearview mirrors while driving.
As soon as the jeep stopped, he opened the door and ran down to take the child Su Yuehua was holding, "Sister-in-law, let me hold one for you."
"Thank you." There were just three children, each holding one, so Su Yuehua didn't bother to be polite with her.
But the little girl didn't buy it at all. She started crying as soon as she lay in the arms of a stranger.
Her crying almost frightened the little soldier into tears, "Sister-in-law, what should I do? The child is crying."
When Mrs. Rong heard the car, she opened the door and heard the child crying. She walked forward with a stern face, snatched the child from the young soldier, and coaxed him, "Grandma's little darling, we won't cry anymore, come home with grandma."
The little girl stopped crying immediately out of respect. Tears hung on her eyelashes as she blinked at Old Lady Rong, her little fleshy hands still waving restlessly in the air.
"Naughty girl, be honest." Mrs. Rong said as she grabbed the little girl's lotus-like arm. When she saw the silver bracelet on the little girl's wrist, her whole body trembled violently, "This bracelet?"
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