Transmigrating: I Married the Male Protagonist’s Uncle

Biquge www.xbiquge.cc, after the fastest update of the book, I married the protagonist and his uncle's latest chapter!As soon as her voice fell, the little guy seemed to have a reaction. He was good at first, and when he heard her words, he cried with a wow.

Qiao Yuan next to her was busy holding her grandson in her arms and coaxing her grandson in her arms. She gave her daughter a helpless look. No one would say that to her son.

Ling Sheng couldn't help laughing, "Your son understands what you are saying."

Song Yiyan glanced at something bigger, he could understand what a fart, and just looked at Ling Sheng with a smile: "Give me Xiaoxuetuan. I haven't seen her for a few days. Come and show her. Look, is it beautiful again."

"Your body hasn't recovered yet, she's quite heavy." Ling Sheng sat on the edge of the bed with her daughter, holding her to show her.

No matter who you see, the little guy, Xiao Xue Tuan, is happily like a flower. Seeing Song Yiyan, she shook her little hand, begging to hug her, and giggled.

Song Yiyan's heart was soft, and the more she looked at her, the more adorable she became. The daughter was more adorable, and she held the little guy in her arms: "Xue Tuan'er, do you miss your mother?"

Xiao Xuetuan arched in her arms, grinning happily, her big eyes narrowed into beautiful Yuewaner.

The two-month-old little dumplings are chubby and chubby, but the facial features already have the appearance of a beautiful embryo, not to mention how cute.

"Have you named your son?" Ling Sheng took the little guy from Qiao Yuan's hands, and he became more and more cute.

I don’t know if it’s because the child is cute from someone else’s. Anyway, the more I look at it, the more pleasing to the eye. It’s the first time she saw such a beautiful baby just born.

"Take it. It's called Little Hockey." Song Yiyan said, teasing Xue Tuan'er: "Is it Xue Tuan'er? Match your name."

Looking at her like this, Ling Sheng didn't know if she really took it, or just made a fool of herself: "You took it from Ji Xing?"

Song Yiyan took it for granted: "I took it from Ji Xing."

He dare to object?

Ling Sheng sighed and looked at the little guy in his arms: "Baby, your mother said you are called Little Hockey, would you like it?"

The little guy in his arms cried for a while and was coaxed and ate two mouthfuls of milk before falling asleep again.

Newborn children are all like this, except for eating and sleeping, and eating except for sleeping.

"Xue Tuan'er." Song Yiyan pointed at her son, and said solemnly: "See, that, that is your future husband, you can let him be your son-in-law."

"You are talking to yourself, have you agreed with them?" Ling Sheng glanced at her and mumbled: "They are not our appendages, how can we give the marriage so casually."

Song Yiyan gave her a dissatisfied look, and continued to coax Xue Tuan'er: "Xue Tuan'er, if you are willing, you can smile at your mother."

Xue Tuan was happy again, giggling happily.

Song Yiyan looked at Ling Sheng, "Did you see it? Xue Tuan'er agreed with him."

"My daughter laughed at everyone when she saw her." Ling Sheng looked at his precious daughter, he was born to laugh, no matter who coaxed him to be happy.

"I don't care, Xue Tuan'er agreed anyway." Song Yiyan's attitude was tyrannical and unreasonable.

The little hockey puck in Ling Sheng's arms cried again. She hugged and coaxed and said, "Did you see it? Your son objected."

Song Yiyan looked at her hopeless son. She was struggling to find a daughter-in-law for him. She was so embarrassed to make trouble: "Little ice hockey, if you want Xiaoxuetuan to be your daughter-in-law, stop crying. ."

Ling Sheng said in his heart that a newly born little guy could understand what, but he didn't know what a shocking coincidence, the little hockey puck really stopped crying, choked twice, and a bubble was still vomiting in his mouth. .

Song Yiyan smiled triumphantly, her son was good, she made her face too long for her mother: "Did you see it? Your daughter and my son agreed, and we still have reasons to object."

Ling Sheng didn't object, anyway, that is to say, when the children grow up, it's up to them to decide who they like.

The mother of the great child in front of her had a baby relationship with the Dongfang family since she was a child. It's not that she also said that she would escape from marriage. As a parent, she can't control so many things.

But if they really like each other in the future and can be together, it would be great. They are all watching the grown-up children and feel relieved.

"Don't worry, Shengsheng, my son will definitely be a handsome guy in the future, Quan Huaxia, you said, besides your Xiaoqi, there is also my little ice hockey, who else can be so handsome." Song Yiyan continued to persuade her seriously: "Little Qi is Xiao Xueqiu's elder brother. This can only be ruled out. Only my son is left. Besides my son, who else is worthy of Xiao Xueqiu? Tell yourself.

Ling Sheng was moved by her messy theory that nothing makes sense: "You said so."

In terms of looks, Ji Xing and her husband are definitely at the top of the genetic superiority chain.

If he had to add another one, her dad could barely count as one now. When her dad's appearance was at its peak, he could actually compete with them.

"That is, how can we waste such excellent genes as ours. It can only get better and better, not worse, right?" Song Yiyan was finally happy, and she felt more pleasing to the eye when she looked at her son.

This little bastard is too insightful, long face!

"You are a parturient, you are right in everything." Ling Sheng said with a smile.

"What I said is the truth." Song Yiyan put Xiao Xue Tuan, who was tired from playing in her arms and fell asleep, beside her, and asked Ling Sheng to put her son together, looking at the two little guys: "Really, the more you look The better, don’t you think?"

Ling Sheng nodded very cooperatively.

"You said you agreed, can your husband agree?" Song Yiyan seemed to have just thought of this question.

Ling Sheng: "You should be worried that my dad and my grandpa agree or disagree."

On the husband's side, it was not what she said, the most difficult thing was her father and her grandfather.

"Don't you have your mother on your father's side?" Song Yiyan gave her a contemptuous look, and then said: "Your grandpa's side, isn't there your grandma?"

This little thing can be solved with just one change, and it's not about leaving her alone on the battlefield.

"Don't you know the tempers of my grandfather and my dad?" Ling Sheng: "Even with my mom and my grandma, it's not easy to get it done."

Besides, in their generation, there is only a girl like Xiao Xueqiu, grandpa is a treasure, no matter where it is said that it is given to others.

"Mummy, godmother."

The voices of Xiao Qi and Xiao Sangyu sounded at the door of the ward, and the sound of footsteps came to the front in an instant, opened the door and ran in.