After the divorce, the salted fish beauty has a cub

The ward was quiet late at night, Gu Jian was trapped in the soft quilt, and seemed uncomfortable in his sleep, his thin lips trembled from time to time, and his breath was sticky and thick.

Tired of crying, Ding Ding was wrapped in a fluffy blanket and lay obediently in his arms, with one eye open and the other closed, the opened eyes were black and bright, round like grape beads, curved With round and loose eyelashes, he looked at the people around him like big and small eyes.

Jiang Peiqing's heart melted when he saw it, and he put his hands on his chest and whispered, "The eyes look like our little Gu's."

"The nose is like Xijue." The old man reached out to touch the soft Ding Ding, but he was afraid that the calluses on his hand would scratch Ding Ding's tender flesh, so he hesitated to touch his rosy round face.

Jiang Lie went to the bathroom door to wash off the smell of cigarettes from his hands, and stared at him a few meters away, "He looks more like Gu Jian."

"That's not because little Gu Gene is good, Ding Ding really knows how to pick." Jiang Peiqing pinched the saliva towel, gently wiped Ding Ding's crystal clear saliva, and asked Cheng Xijue who was beside him, "Have you thought about your name?"

Cheng Xijue sat on the chair beside the hospital bed, holding Gu Jianjin's IV drip in his palm, warming Gu Jian's cold fingers, and said absently, "No."

The old man cleared his throat, and said solemnly: "I discussed it with Pei Qing, and asked the master to pick a few words, and you can discuss it with Xiao Gu later."

Cheng Xijue didn't raise his head, but concentrated on staring at Gu Jian's thin and pale face, "Ding Ding doesn't follow my last name."

There was a few seconds of silence in the ward. Jiang Peiqing smiled happily and raised her hands in favor of this decision. The Cheng family is not a traditional and rigid family. Jiang Lie followed his mother's surname. Bazi, pick a few characters to name.

Gu Jian opened his eyes in a daze, and the object in his arms moved around, like a naughty kitten.

He squinted his sleepy eyes and lowered his eyes. A round face was wrapped in a gray blanket, as red as a cooked shrimp, with half of his eyes blinking, looking at his chin curiously.

Gu Jian stretched out an index finger and poked his moist and soft lips. Ding Ding suddenly opened his mouth and bit his fingertips. His toothless mouth was limp, sucking his fingers like milk.

Nothing was sucked out.

Ding Ding grinned slowly, this time she didn't cry, she giggled towards Gu Jian, transparent saliva dripping down her chin.

This can't be stupid, can it?

Gu Jian looked at Ding Ding, who was wrinkled into his arms with a smile on his face, and couldn't help curling the corners of his mouth, laughing with him.

Seeing this warm scene, Cheng Xijue's nerves, which had been tense all night, suddenly relaxed, and a feeling of peace of mind flowed through his body, and he asked in a hoarse voice, "Does the wound hurt?"

Gu Jian glanced at him and said truthfully, "I just feel thirsty now."

Cheng Xijue picked up the warm water on the table, dipped it lightly with a cotton swab, and gently applied it on his pale lips, "I'm using my mobile phone to keep track of the time, and you can drink water after four hours."

Gu Jian turned his eyes back to Ding Ding, who was like a kitten, and could be held up by one weak hand. He stretched out his hand and gently peeled off the blanket, looked at the little feet, and then at the fleshy little fist, Hot in the chest.

Now it's Cheng Xijue's turn to have no sense of existence.

Jiang Peiqing pushed open the door of the ward, and each of them held a can of milk powder in the arms of the old man. Jiang Lie, who was following behind, was holding a milk bottle. Seeing that he was safe and sound, everyone breathed a sigh of relief.

The once all-powerful old man had tears in his eyes, turned around and wiped them away, looked at Gu Jian and Ding Ding and said, "Xiao Gu, Ding Ding is the only grandson in our family, I don't know how to thank you, so let Song Lv general The property under my name is divided into two, one for you and one for Ding Ding to inherit."

The old man has already retreated behind the scenes, and he does not have the actual control over Frey, but there is so much money and fixed assets that even half of them can easily buy several big companies.

Gu Jian shook his head, lowered his head and squeezed Ding Ding's limp little hand, "Cheng Bo, I don't need that much money."

Jiang Peiqing gave Cheng Xijue a wink, and said with a smile: "We are all a family, why are you being polite to us? You have added a baby to our family, and you should repay you no matter what."

Cheng Xijue patted the back of Gu Jian's hand and persuaded in a low voice, "I'll hire you an asset consultant later, so you don't have to take care of it yourself."

Gu Jian squinted at him, turned his face and said generously, "Thank you, Uncle Cheng."

Satisfied, the old man bowed his waist and looked at Ding Ding with a smile. The more he looked at him, the more cute he became. He waved to him and said hello, "Ding Ding, I'm Grandpa."

Jiang Peiqing covered her lips and smiled, learning to wave to Ding Ding, "Ding Ding, I am grandma, and when you are full moon, you will be able to use the golden spoon grandma prepared for you."

"...I am your uncle." Jiang Lie walked a few steps closer, and squeezed out a pretended gentle smile from a distance of two meters, "I have nothing to give you, when you grow up, I can talk to your father Let's sing with you."

After speaking, he blinked slowly at Gu Jian.

Gu Jian nodded, indicating that he had received a hint.

Jiang Peiqing stuffed Ding Ding with a warm pacifier, and Ding Ding closed his eyes and sucked vigorously. The bubbles in the bottle were bubbling, and the whole family surrounded Ding Ding and his son in an angular shape, making their hearts melt.

There was a heated discussion about what to do about Ding Ding’s full moon gift, what kind of kindergarten he should go to when he grows up, whether he should go skiing with Cheng Xijue during the holidays, whether he should play chess with the old man, or whether the family went to Fiji privately. Island vacation.

I have been talking about what major Ding Ding will study in the future. Jiang Peiqing advocates freedom of choice. Her alumni who are professors at the Ivy League can write letters of recommendation to Ding Ding. The summer in Boston is hot and humid, and MIT cannot go. She likes the Mediterranean climate, warm in winter and summer Ryo was comfortable staying there and settled on Stanford.

The old man hopes that Ding Ding's son will inherit his father's business and inherit the family business, but don't be a workaholic like Cheng Xijue, who can't enjoy life if he only works.

Jiang Lie interrupted idlely to say a few words, Ding Ding cried so loudly and loudly, it sounded like a good seedling for singing, not to mention, the son inherited his father's career in singing.

The whole family chatted in a lively atmosphere. On the other side, Gu Jian turned his head and leaned on Cheng Xijue's shoulder, holding Ding Ding's fingers in his palm, playing like pinching bubble wrap.

Cheng Xijue leaned into his ear and whispered, "Don't listen to what they say, we are just like you, we can do whatever we want."

Gu Jian nodded understandingly, stretched out the hand tied with the bottle from under the quilt, and gently squeezed Cheng Xijue's wrist.

Cheng Xijue was so pinched by him, his heart was itchy, and he leaned over to kiss his cold forehead.

Jiang Peiqing seemed to think of something important, lightly clapped her hands, and looked at them with a smile on her face, "Xiao Gu, Xi Jue, are you going to hold a make-up wedding?"

"It's true...you divorced and remarried, you have to make a big deal, let everyone in the circle know that Xiao Gu is from our family." The old man said angrily.

Cheng Xijue stretched out his arms, wrapped around Gu Jian's shoulders, and said very calmly, "We haven't remarried."

Jiang Peiqing's expression froze with joy, and he pointed his fingers angrily a few times, "Ding Ding was born, why don't you remarry? You just bully Xiao Gu, who has no relatives and no reason, and no one cares about him, right?" The old man's expression is not very good-looking , looking at him with hatred, "Xijue, you let me down so much, the sense of responsibility as a man is the most important."

Jiang Lie leaned against the wall with arms folded, and asked coldly, "Why didn't you remarry?"

Cheng Xijue looked down at Gu Jianjing's profile, and said lightly, "Because I didn't propose."

"...You won't propose to Xiao Gu? You let Ding Dingdang have an illegitimate child?" Jiang Peiqing was very angry.

The second round of family criticism of Cheng Xijue meeting is about to begin. Gu Jian lay down, leaning against Cheng Xijue's warm and strong chest, watching Ding Ding sucking milk from a bottle in his mouth, and said calmly: "You can't blame him I didn't propose because I didn't think about it."

The storm stopped abruptly.

The old man's sullen expression faded away, he coughed a few times to relieve his emotions, and then changed the topic and said, "Don't worry about marriage matters, you two get along a lot, I hope you take good care of Xiao Gu, help a lot in your career, and your relationship is cultivated. "

Jiang Peiqing returned to her usual gentle and dignified appearance, and said in a soft voice: "People say that marriage is like a tomb. You have just divorced not long ago. Don't rush to remarry. The most important thing is to cultivate the relationship first, and then talk about love for a few years. How interesting it is that Ding can be the flower girl for your wedding when he grows up..."

"I knew you wouldn't stay for him." The corners of Jiang Lie's mouth raised, and the light in his eyes shone firmly.

Cheng Xi sighed pretending to be disappointed, and pretended to be sour and said: "Madam, look at the difference in treatment, I thought you were the son of the Cheng family."

He was happier than anyone else in his heart, and even felt that he didn't do a good enough job. If Gu Jian's biological parents were responsible, they would have rushed forward to accuse him of harming their own baby, how could they get along so happily.

The sky was dim, and Ding Ding, who had been making a fuss for half the night, finally fell asleep in Gu Jian's arms. The couple pulled Jiang Lie to close the door, leaving the ward for the brand new family to get along with.

An orange desk lamp was turned on at the bedside, and the warm light poured down, illuminating Gu Jian's loose black hair and eyebrows, like a layer of light golden holy light, Cheng Xijue squatted down beside the bed, with his arms pressed against the On the edge of the bed, with his straight chin resting on his arm, his eyes flicked back and forth between Gu Jian and the sleeping Ding Ding.

Gu Jian poked Ding Ding's round face and said in a low voice, "He doesn't look as ugly as in the ultrasound image."

Cheng Xijue laughed silently, "How can you not look good?"

Gu Jian leaned over to smell the caramel-like sweet scent of the baby, "He smells so delicious, you can smell it."

Cheng Xijue rolled up the sleeves of his shirt, took off the watch and the cold cufflinks on his wrist, put his palms under the blanket and easily hugged Ding Ding into his arms, lowered his head and smelled it carefully, "It doesn't smell as good as yours."

Gu Jian stared at him, weakly, and asked in a lazy tone, "Will you be suffocated if I tell you not to talk coquettishly for a day?"

Cheng Xijue looked at him innocently, "I'm telling the truth, you smell very pure and authentic, and it makes blood boil when you smell it."

Gu Jian rolled his eyes at him, chuckled and said, "Your blood pressure is high."

"Peel off the collar yourself, and let me smell you." Cheng Xijue bent down and leaned over to sniff deeply in his neck.

Gu Jian pushed his face, took a deep breath through his nose, "I seem to smell dirty, is it from you?"

It was indeed smelly, but it wasn't from Cheng Xijue.

Cheng Xijue's hands were suddenly hot and humid, and the chest of his shirt was covered with wet stains. The two of them looked at each other. He put Ding Ding, who was sleeping soundly, beside the bed, peeled off the wet blanket, and the little thing shot upwards like a water gun. On Cheng Xijue's neat shirt.

Ding Ding is such a good baby, he will vent his anger on his father once he is born.

Gu Jian laughed until his wound hurt, and immediately suppressed his smile, looking at Cheng Xijue's embarrassment with peaceful eyes.

Cheng Xijue was not at all messy, held up Ding Ding's round buttocks with his left hand, wiped the baby wipes clean, put on the diapers in an orderly manner, rubbed the blanket and threw it in the laundry basket, took the blanket and wrapped Ding Ding again. Ding, the left hand remained motionless throughout the whole process, as steady as a ten-year carving master, Ding Ding had already completed the entire process without any notice.

He gently placed Ding Ding next to Gu Jian, took off his shirt and put it aside, his upper body was bare and well-proportioned, and his well-proportioned texture lines were clearly visible under the light. , chuckled low and low: "I practiced my left hand just for today's moment."