"Chang'an. Chang'an of Chang'an Jiule. Qiao Chang'an, his nickname is An'an, how about it?"

Originally, I read a lot of poems and dictionaries.

Originally, I wanted to find a name with a meaning, but in the end I chose the word 'Chang'an'.

It means long time, peace and security.

Qiao Qiao understood in seconds and nodded happily.

"Qiao Chang'an, nicknamed An'an, a very meaningful name."

He Qidong was a little flattered, "Are you really going to use my name?"

"It's a good name!"

"Qiao Qiao, have you ever thought about asking Shanglu for his opinion on the Chinese name of the child? He is always the father of the child."

Qiao Qiao lowered her eyes and pondered for a few seconds.

Shang Lu's eyes full of pain and frustration came to mind again.

If we say, it was her calmness and letting go that hurt him.

Well, this is also a double-edged sword.

While stabbing him, she also hurt herself.

She never wanted to hurt him like this.

I only hope that I will not owe or read!

When she raised her eyes, she gave He Qidong a sharp smile.

"It's up to you to choose the child's name, it's the most appropriate."

"It was you who gave me and my child a second life."

Speaking of it, it is really a miracle.

When she heard that the child was born without a heartbeat or breathing, she lost her belief in living in a coma.

It was He Qidong who played a cry of a child on his mobile phone, which woke her up again.

It was precisely because she woke up and insisted on holding the cold child in her arms that the child could regain its temperature and heartbeat.

She is very grateful to He Qidong.

At that time, I couldn't open my eyes, but I could hear He Qidong's devout prayer.

He choked up and said that he would give up 30 years of life in exchange for the safety of their mother and daughter.

This love is more important than anything else.

She was very happy, "Adong, thank you for giving An An a name with a good meaning. From now on, she will be called An An."

He Qidong lowered his eyes, touched An An's little face with a smile, "An An, An An, our little An An has a name!"

……

On the second day, Xiao An'an was handed over to the childcare wife.

She went to the company.

Starting your own company gives you more freedom of time.

She goes back to feed every two hours.

Anyway, the company is close to home.

At noon, she and Song Wei ate pork knuckle rice together.

Because she had to breastfeed, she was hungry quickly and had a big appetite, so she added a chicken leg to herself.

She gnawed half of the chicken leg in her hand.

Song Wei pushed her arm, "Qiao Qiao, Shanglu's Rolls-Royce, Shanglu got out of the car."

Qiao Qiao wiped the corner of his mouth.

look up.

Dressed in a suit and leather shoes, the dignified and steady Shanglu strode towards this food stall.

The bodyguard and driver behind him were parked in front of the car, seemingly ready to call at any time.

Such ostentation was in stark contrast to the dirty street corners of this urban village.

As always, it attracted the attention of many people.

Shang Lu walked straight towards Qiao Qiao without looking anywhere else.

The chicken leg in my hand suddenly didn't smell so good.

But Qiaoqiao still hung his head and continued to gnaw on the chicken leg.

It has been a long time since Shanglu came to such a food stall.

The two tables around Qiaoqiao are migrant workers in the city.

There was mud and paint on them, and his sudden arrival interrupted their meal.

looked at him curiously.

How could such a rich and tastefully dressed person come here to eat pork knuckle rice?

But just looking at it, he continued to bury his head and quickly grilled the rice.

After all, they are just ants in this city. After eating fast food, they have to go back to the construction site and continue to move bricks to make money.

The long-lost atmosphere in the world reminds Shang Lu too much of the past when he first met Qiao Qiao.

He sat down beside Qiao Qiao.

Qiao Qiao was still gnawing on her chicken leg, without raising her head, "Mr. Shang, what do you want me for?"

"Eat first." Shang Lu also ordered a pig's knuckle rice.

Song Wei next to him knew that Shang Lu had something to do with Qiao Qiao, so she quickly finished her meal, said hello, and left first.

Phytolaca and Qiaoqiao were left behind.

This meal brought out many flavors from the past.

But the two of them could never go back.

After paying the bill, Shang Lu looked at Qiao Qiao, "Can you walk with me?"

Qiao Qiao looked at the time, "10 minutes at most."

The two got up and walked from the noisy street corner to the lakeside along the road.

Shanglu stopped.

"I heard from Dad that the child's Chinese name hasn't been chosen yet?"

"It's taken. It's called Qiao Chang'an, and its nickname is An'an. Ah Dong took it."

Qiao Qiao also stopped.

The two looked at each other.

Shanglu frowned, "He Qidong took it?"

"En." Qiao Qiao responded lightly.

"Choosing a name is such an important matter, why don't you discuss it with me. Qiaoqiao, am I still the father of the child?"

Shang Lu asked coldly.

Such a questioning voice seemed to be blaming Qiao Qiao.

Qiaoqiao was about to be laughed out of anger, "Mr. Shang, don't you think you are ridiculous? Back then you didn't want Xiao An'an anymore, so why should you care who gave her name?"

"But I am the father of the child!" Shanglu said loudly, as if swearing his own sovereignty.

"Mr. Shang, everyone should pay for their choices."

"..."

"When you chose not to have our mother and daughter, you should bear what you have endured today."

"..."

"But don't worry, I won't let my children recognize you in the future. I will also tell An An that her father is a great and excellent national entrepreneur."

"..."

"I won't tell her about the fact that you insisted on destroying her."

"..."

"I will let her grow up healthy and happy in an environment without hatred."

"..."

"If Mr. Shang is willing to participate in her growth, I am very happy."

"..."

"You can visit the child in the name of the father."

After all, no one wants their own children and thinks they don't have a father.

It is Xiao An'an's blessing to have one more person to love Xiao An'an.

What's more, he is Xiao An'an's biological father.

On the edge of the lake in the bleak autumn wind, Qiao Qiao looked at Shanglu calmly.

The wind passed in front of the two of them, carrying a chilly air.

Shanglu was blowing the wind, with swords and guns passing through his body.

Qiao Qiao was blowing the wind, but everything was calm and calm.

It took too much effort to let go of the greed, hatred and obsession towards him.

Now, she can face everything calmly.

"If Mr. Shang has nothing else to do, I'll leave first. I still have something to do in the company."

Shanglu watched her turn around calmly and calmly.

The slender figure stood straight in the bleak autumn wind.

The moment he turned around, Qiao Qiao burst into tears.

Finally let go.

But she was still so unhappy.

There seems to be a corner missing in my heart.

Life also seems to be missing something, and it can no longer be fulfilled.

One o'clock.

The childcare sister-in-law took Xiao An'an to sleep next door.

Qiao Qiao was awakened by the sound of the doorbell, afraid of disturbing An'an's sleep, she put on her coat and hurried to open the door to have a look.

When the door was opened, a burst of alcohol rushed over.

It is Shanglu.

He was very drunk.

Qin Sen supported Shanglu, who was talking drunk, and apologized, "Qiaoqiao, I'm sorry, Shanglu insisted on finding you. If I don't bring him to you, he insists on drinking all the time. Whatever it is."

The Shanglu who was being held up was still talking drunk.

He said Qiaoqiao's name one after another.

Qiao Qiao glanced at him, then at Qin Sen, "You should send him home. After all, I'm just his ex-wife."

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