A year older, the third master of Beijing circle kissed her to tears

Chapter 893 The child’s nickname is 7

Zhuang Zhoucheng reached out and gently touched her porcelain-white face, whispering:

"Baby, let's not quarrel from now on, okay? Let's not be unhappy about other people's affairs, okay?"

Huo Yan nodded, smiled, and whispered, "I'm sorry, it seems I made you sad again."

Zhuang Zhoucheng sighed with relief, "I'm not good enough. Sit tight, we'll talk about it when we get home."

"Yeah." Huo Yan nodded.

When they got home, they acted as if nothing had happened. They were as calm and respectful to each other as they had been since they returned to China.

Kou Xiaoquan’s matter is definitely not over.

How would a child feel good if he was bullied by classmates on the first day of school?

In the evening, Zhuang Zhoucheng gave Kou Xiaoquan targeted one-on-one comfort. After all, Kou Xiaoquan is a child, and children can be easily enlightened as long as the right method is used.

Children of this age tend to forget things quickly, but they can understand reason and respect adults. For a child like Kou Xiaoquan, who has been well-educated, he is very willing to listen to what adults say.

The child promised to go to school the next day, not to hold a grudge against any classmate, and to try hard to integrate with others.

Of course, the condition in exchange is to take him to boxing on weekends. Although Kou Xiaoquan looks gentle and polite, he actually has a passionate nature.

After coaxing the child, it’s time to go to his wife.

Zhuang Zhoucheng sighed, knocked on the door, and then entered the room to see Huo Yan doing aerobic exercise. As she got older, the pain in her waist and legs caused by the changes in her weight and center of gravity gradually became more obvious.

When I was in New York, I often attended gatherings and activities for pregnant mothers, and we often exercised together, but I became lazy after I came back.

But now my body seems to be unable to bear it. I thought I was a superwoman, but I couldn’t hold on for long.

I started exercising in the late pregnancy a month ago. The aerobic exercise in the late pregnancy mainly focuses on stretching the body. Huo Yan couldn't persist in the whole late pregnancy yoga exercise. She was so tired that she had to stop about halfway through.

Any strenuous exercise during this period can easily lead to premature birth. Huo Yan has to worry about the baby's condition because her body has been uncooperative recently and the fetus has been moving frequently at night.

The little guy in her belly was becoming less and less willing to listen to her. At night, he was jumping around happily as if he was participating in the World Cup.

When Zhuang Zhoucheng came in, Huo Yan had just finished doing yoga and was panting and slowly adjusting his breathing.

Zhuang Zhoucheng walked over and wanted to pick her up from the ground, but she blocked him.

"Just pull me." Huo Yan looked up at him.

Zhuang Zhoucheng smiled and nodded, kissed her on the cheek, and whispered, "Thank you for your hard work, my wife."

It was already so hard to get pregnant once, was he going to make her do it again?

Zhuang Zhoucheng felt sorry for you and was a little conflicted. He wanted a child of their own so much, but he couldn't bear to see her suffer so much.

"Are you coming from Xiaoquan's room?" Huo Yan asked Zhuang Zhoucheng.

Zhuang Zhoucheng nodded, pulled her up, and let her sit on the bed. Zhuang Zhoucheng massaged Huo Yan's legs and arms with just the right amount of strength.

"It's very hard, right?" Zhuang Zhoucheng asked her.

Huo Yan smiled and asked instead of answering, "How's Xiaoquan? Is he going to school tomorrow? Are you happier now?"

No matter how much Zhuang Zhoucheng minded that she cared more about others than him, he would not say it out loud because he knew her temper too well.

"It's settled." Zhuang Zhoucheng responded simply and concentrated on massaging his wife's shoulders.

He couldn't say that he liked the baby in his wife's belly very much, he just felt sorry for his wife who worked so hard, so he paid attention to her all the time.

"Yan'er, what should we name our child?" Zhuang Zhoucheng asked in a low voice, "Will the child have my last name?"

"Yeah." Huo Yan nodded. Can the child take her surname?

She would like to.

Zhuang Zhoucheng suddenly said seriously, "I have already chosen a name for our son. Do you want to know?"

Of course, it's only temporary. Maybe when his son is born, he will think of a better name.

Huo Yan suddenly raised his eyes to look at Zhuang Zhoucheng and spoke hesitantly.

"What if it's a girl?"

He seems to like the kid more, right?

Zhuang Zhoucheng was also stunned and immediately shook his head:

"No, I mean the name I gave to my son, not this one. Of course, this one is also my child, but this name is not for him."

Huo Yan suddenly looked at him with a sullen face. After all this time, he didn't treat this child as his own?

"The doctor said my body was too badly injured and I could only have one child."

Huo Yan lied with her eyes open. Who said she was going to give birth again?

She only has one child. If she had so many, would she be able to take care of them all?

She already has two children to take care of in her belly, so why did she give birth to so many and make herself suffer?

Zhuang Zhoucheng's face looked unhappy because he was angry.

Even though he was angry, he couldn't say a word to her. He didn't say a serious word to Huo Yan that night. Maybe he was just sulking.

Huo Yan lay beside Zhuang Zhoucheng and said softly:

"Zhuang Zhoucheng, regardless of the child's gender, the nickname should be Seventeen, okay?"

"Ah."

Zhuang Zhoucheng was still uninterested and didn't take her words to heart.

Huo Yan smiled and touched her belly, "Xiao Shiqi, are you a boy or a girl?"

Zhuang Zhoucheng turned over and continued to be angry. She would not give birth to seventeen children for him, so why call her "Seventeen"?

He will never have any descendants in this life, right?

I have been raising children, but none of them are my own.

Huo Yan didn't care about Zhuang Zhoucheng and was quite happy.

If Zhuang Zhoucheng knew why the child was given this nickname, he would be so angry that he would die.

The old man is seventeen years older than the girl, and Huo Yan is targeting her old man everywhere.

I don’t know what the little one in my belly will feel when he grows up and knows the origin of his name despite his mother’s deliberate act.

*

The next day, after Zhuang Zhoucheng sent Kou Xiaoquan to school, he went to the airport to pick up Mr. Ente.

I heard that Mr. Ente came to Country Z again to promote academic exchanges. This time he did not inform Huo Yan, but Zhuang Zhoucheng found out about it and went there on purpose.

When Zhuang Zhoucheng arrived at the airport, he had already arrived in Wancheng.

"Master San, we have arranged alternative accommodation for Mr. Ente and several of his students."

Zhuang Zhoucheng nodded. He had some things that needed to be confirmed in person with Mr. Ente.

After meeting Mr. Ente, he went directly to the Zhuangjia Hotel and stayed in the presidential suite, enjoying the highest level of courtesy. It can be seen how much Zhuang Zhoucheng values ​​this foreign friend.

After everyone checked into the hotel, Zhuang Zhoucheng dismissed everyone and had a long talk with Mr. Ente.

This question surprised Mr. Ent.

"VIVI, of course the child is yours, Mr. Zhuang. You don't even know whose child it is?"

Isn't this too confusing?

This gentleman doesn't seem to be such a fool. He is such a wise and astute businessman, yet...

Zhuang Zhoucheng suppressed his frantic heartbeat and calmly confirmed:

"Are you sure?"