After getting married, the eldest lady is proud of being favored

Time passed quickly, and soon it was Rong Bao's first birthday.

Lin Zhongyi was very excited, even more excited than his own birthday.

Because of the lottery ceremony between Fu Rong and his first year old.

Fu Sili was very helpless, always feeling that his wife was too excited.

"I haven't seen a lottery yet..."

Lin Zhongyi is always curious about all new things.

"Didn't it happen when your brother was one year old?"

Of course there are, but Lin Zhongyi's impression is zero.

"I don't remember..." Lin Zhongyi frowned, "And this is my precious son's first birthday, I will be so excited every birthday in the future!"

"Rong Bao still wants to draw lots. Aren't you curious about what our Rong Bao will do in the future?" Lin Zhongyi approached Fu Sili and said quietly, "I heard that the lottery is very accurate."

Fu Sili was amused by Lin Zhongyi's cute appearance, but his words ruthlessly broke Lin Zhongyi's fantasy.

"What will I do in the future? It's nothing more than integrating my parents' beauty and family business..."

"Are you still curious?"

Lin Zhongyi was powerless to refute, although it seemed to be the case.

"Cut... vulgar, our Rong Bao will definitely not catch gold ingots and the like."

Her son perfectly inherited her and Fu Sili's good looks. He was born white and tender, and his eyelashes were long since he was a child.

Every time a pair of eyes blinked at her, Lin Zhongyi felt his heart was about to melt.

In short, Lin Zhongyi imagined that her son should be the kind of high-mountain white snow, the kind of noble son who is far away from the world.

Lin Zhongyi's vocabulary is limited, and he wants Fu Sili to understand her meaning.

In short, it becomes the above expression.

"You want your son to become a monk?" Fu Sili raised his eyebrows.

Lin Zhongyi: "..."

What she wanted to express was that Lin Zhongyi's son would definitely not be so vulgar and would not be troubled by the world at all.

meaning transcendental.

But it seems that Fu Sili is not wrong to say that he became a monk...

"Forget it, if you don't believe me, let's make a bet and see what Rong Bao picks up first!"

"Okay, baby, your scars are healed and you forget the pain... When will you quit gambling?"

Lin Zhongyi was stunned, and turned his back, "Fourth brother, as long as Rong Bao is the first to catch a gold ingot, I win, and you win only if it is a gold ingot."

Fu Si Li accepted the seemingly unfair bet against Fu Si Li very happily.

Lin Zhongyi felt that he had won.

As for more than a dozen items, Fu Rongyu's chance of catching gold ingots for the first time is really too small.

She won.

Soon came the day of Rong Bao's birthday party.

There are many links in front of Xiao Rongbao, and different people hold different hands to complete the ceremony.

When it came to the most important part of the lottery, Lin Zhongyi hugged Rong Bao and put Rong Bao on the golden red carpet.

Rong Bao sat in the middle, surrounded by a circle of things representing various meanings.

The old people said that watching Rong Bao catch three times, it is the first time or what catches the longest.

Of course, all under the premise of not being disturbed.

Lin Zhongyi regretted Fu Sili's bet. At such a moment of anticipation, Lin Zhongyi was full of fear.

Fu Sili calmed down.

Instead, he comforted Lin Zhongyi, "What are you worrying about, don't worry, even if the first one you pick up is a gold ingot, it's good."

This is true.

Everything on it is the most beautiful meaning.

"But... I lost..." Lin Zhongyi leaned against Fu Sili and felt wronged.

"You won't lose if you lose to me." There was a smile on the corner of Fu Sili's mouth.

Lin Zhongyi looked dazed, and glanced at Rong Bao, just a moment ago, Fu Rongyu had already held the gold ingot in his hand.

The people around didn't know what kind of bet Lin Zhongyi and Fu Sili had bet in private. They all smiled and squinted at Fu Rongyu's choice of Jin Yuanbao without hesitation.

Everyone didn't make much noise, fearing that it would affect Fu Rongyu's choice.

Still waiting for Fu Rongyu's next reaction.

"Okay, okay..." Lin Zhongyi waved his hand, "If you lose, you lose."

Could it be that as a mother, she really didn't understand Fu Sili's son?

Lin Zhongyi stared at Fu Rongyu's next actions, only to see that Rong Bao was playing with a real gold ingot in his hand for a while.

At first, "Mom...Mom" yelled.

Lin Zhongyi thought that Rong Bao didn't like the gold ingot anymore, and when he was upset, he went to find his mother.

When Lin Zhongyi knelt down and approached Rong Bao, Fu Rongyu directly gave Lin Zhongyi the gold ingot in his hand.

It means to let his mother take care of it for him.

Lin Zhongyi didn't even turn her head to know that Fu Si Li laughed, because she heard Fu Si Li's chuckle.

Lin Zhongyi had black lines on his face.

Still coaxing Rong Bao, "Baby go and have a look, what else do you like..."

Rong Bao got up on the blanket.

Facing a circle of other things, such as books, abacus, ruler, flute, seals and so on, he just skipped them.

Under the expectation of everyone, what Rong Bao picked up for the second time can be said to be beyond everyone's expectations.

Fu Rongyu picked it up, or more appropriately said, what he picked up was a bouquet of flowers.

When preparing to draw lots, Lin Zhongyi was ready to spend.

As for what to say, originally Lin Zhongyi's favorite flower was not crabapple.

It may be that Lin Zhongyi likes Begonia flowers especially because he knows that the name of your daughter whom I have not met has "Begonia" in it.

Naturally, crabapple flowers were also prepared.

Lin Zhongyi was worried that the individual flowers would be too romantic, so she specially wrapped the flowers in calligraphy rice paper.

The elegant mood came up all at once.

Others interpreted this as Rong Bao's interest in cultivating one's sentiments.

But Lin Zhongyi and Fu Sili looked at each other, and they had other answers in their hearts.

They, Rong Bao, meant to have a younger sister.

This must be some kind of fate.

The entire bouquet was too big for Rong Bao to hold, he watched the pink and tender crabapple flowers tear off a petal.

Rong Bao started babbling and calling her mother again, and stretched out her little hand to be hugged by Lin Zhongyi.

Lin Zhongyi is now very proficient in holding the baby.

"Doesn't the baby like anything else?"

No matter how much Lin Zhongyi coaxed Fu Rongyu, he refused to go down and look for things on the mat.

This lottery ceremony also ends here.

At night, after Lin Zhongyi put Fu Rongyu to sleep.

"Yiyi, you lost."

Lin Zhongyi sat on Fu Sili's lap, held Fu Sili's face in his hands and kissed him, "Then I'm willing to bet..."