Chapter 2182 Pen, Song, Ink and Dance, Hong Chen Wanli!

  Su Wantong looked seriously, that little child was a little life bred by Huanhuan.

  This sense of inheritance gave her a subtle touch.

  Ling Wanxing also stared at the little guy in the incubator, and slammed into Qiao Mu’s arm for a moment, "has the child named it? If not..."

"got it."

  Ling Wanxing: "……"

  He originally wanted to volunteer to name his child, but he was immediately thrown with cold water.

  Qiao Mu looked sideways at Ling Wanxing, who was crippled, and smiled, "My dad's name is Qiao Mochen, which means pen, song, ink and dance, Hong Chen Wanli."

  "Qiao Mochen..." Su Wantong repeated the name, "It sounds good, and the meaning of the name is also very good."

  Seeing this, Ling Wanxing chose to shut up!

  As long as Wan Tong likes it, it will sound good.

  The three of them watched for a while. The time was past zero, and Qiao Mu directly took them to the lounge next to the delivery room.

  After the arrangements were made, Qiao Mu returned to the ward and planned to stay with the little girl all night.

  In the lounge, Su Wantong sat on the only big bed, staring at the night outside the window, staring in a daze.

   "What are you thinking about?"

  A glass of warm water was handed over from the left, with Ling Wanxing's concerned question in between.

  Su Wantong took the water glass back and shook his head and said, "Nothing."

  Ling Wanxing stood aside and looked at her tired cheeks, her fingertips ran over her side, "rest early, after a day of tossing, you are also tired."

  Su Wantong Yu Guang glanced at the big bed, "How about you?"

  "I'm not tired. I still have some work to do. I'll go to the company later."

   "Do you work a lot? Going to the company after so late?"

When the words fell, Su Wantong bit the corner of his mouth.

  It seems that no matter how long it has been, she will always subconsciously worry about Ling Wanxing.

  Speaking this sentence also broke the calm image she had always maintained.

  Ling Wanxing watched her faintly twinkling eyes, and couldn't help but stretched out her hand to remove the broken hair from her ear, and smiled: "If I'm here, I'm afraid you will not be well rested.

  The girl will definitely stick to you tomorrow, take a good sleep tonight, don’t worry about the others. "

   After that, Ling Wanxing took a deep look at her, and under Su Wantong’s gaze, he turned and left the lounge.

  If he didn't dare to act rashly, he wouldn't want to hug her to sleep together.

   But doing too many wrong things, so in the process of atonement, you will also become cautious.

  The moment Ling Wanxing closed the door, the smile at the corner of his mouth instantly converged.

  He looked at the closed door, gave a light sigh, and left the hospital at night.

  This night, Su Wantong slept unsteadily.

  In her dream, she seemed to have returned to the manor of Ling's family.

  Familiar plants and trees, friendly Uncle Ling and servants, time seems to go back to the first few years.

  She admired Ling Wanxing enthusiastically, and she lived for him every day, arranged for travel, and was immersed in the world that moved her and couldn’t help herself.

  Later, the picture in the dream gradually faded away from the vivid color, as if to remind her that everything was right and wrong.

   Sleeping Su Wantong, a tear quietly fell from the corner of her eyes. I don't know what she was dreaming about again, and her sleeping face was stained with lovesickness and sorrow.

  Until the warm finger pads wiped off the coldness of the corners of her eyes, Su Wantong's shoulders trembled and she slowly opened her eyes.

  At this time, the sky was bright, and Ling Wanxing was sitting next to her in the dim vision, wiping her tears gently...

  Six changes, over.

  (End of this chapter)