She smiled slightly, "Husband, it looks good."

A small ball, wrinkled and red, and a pair of round eyes closed tightly.

To be honest, it's ugly.

But when he thought about this, his little wife took four hours to give birth to her, Lu Jiuxiao clicked against his will, "It looks good, it's pretty."

A quarter of an hour later, Chen Shiqi reluctantly handed the child to the wet nurse. Lu Jiuxiao fed her some porridge, took out a bedding and spread it on the bed.

The candle fire was extinguished and the room was dim.

Lu Jiuxiao stretched into her bedding and clasped his fingers tightly.

He said, "Call Lu Xuheng."

Chen Shishi reacted for a moment before he realized the name of the child he had originally said.

But since she was pregnant for the third month, Lu Jiuxiao began to read ancient books, but a few months later, he was not at all excited.

As a father for the first time, there is no word in this world worthy of Lu Jiuxiao's first child.

But just now, just as the first cry fell to the ground and the sunrise was rising, he thought of his name.

Chen Shiqi took apart the meaning of these two words and uttered it, "Xuheng, I think it's good."

After a while, she turned over and said, "I can't sleep."

Lu Jiuxiao looked at her side through the heavy night.

After a breath, he stood up with his fate and took the military book from the shelf.

The man cleared his throat and read it word by word.

After turning two pages of paper, the girl interrupted him, "Can you read it louder? I don't know."

Lu Jiuxiao paused slightly when he twisted the pages of the book, looked at her slowly, and met Chen Shishi's innocent almond eyes. He curled his lips and sneered, and had to raise the volume by two points.
Chapter completed!