Li Beicheng: "..." He actually has another son.

Although the little guy was not as heavy as potatoes when they were born, it was considered heavy as seven or eight taels.

When Yan Mo was pregnant, she didn’t have much weight. She probably had weight on her younger son.

Sheng Lan happily took the little guy and said to Bai Zhi excitedly: "This child is as healthy and cute as Potato when he was born, and it is so pleasing."

Bai Zhi was also very happy and nodded and said, "Yes, as long as the adults and children are safe."

Li Yan and Shen Cheng were in a good mood.

Chen Chen and Chen Yi were even happier.

In fact, Mr. Li is also very happy. The mother and son are safe and worthy of happiness.

Just why not a daughter?

Sheng Lan gave the child to Bai Zhi, pushed her son and frowned, "What are you doing while standing there? Why don't you go and see Momo?"

Sheng Lan knew he wanted a daughter.

She also wants a granddaughter.

But no one can decide the issue of the gender of a child.

Only then did Mr. Li realize that he wanted to see Yan Mo.

Yan Mo has been pushed out by the doctor.

Her condition is much better than last time.

"Mo'er, is it okay."

Li Beicheng asked with some concern.

Although Yan Mo is in good condition, her color is very white, and Li Beicheng feels very distressed.

Yan Mo shook his head, "It's okay, it's pretty good, I'm just a little tired."

"Okay, I'll take a break with you."

Li Beicheng lowered his head and kissed Yan Mo's forehead.

The two of them stumbled along the way and had two sons. Tudou was smart and cute, and the newborn little guy gave birth to a beautiful baby.

Although he is not a daughter, he is satisfied.

After confirming that the child was healthy and fine, he was also sent to the ward.

The little guy's eyes were not open yet, he lay in the quilt, humming twice occasionally, which was very pleasing.

Sheng Lan was so happy that she couldn't stop talking about her ears, so she took a photo of her grandson and posted it on WeChat Moments.

Not only Sheng Lan, but the same goes for everyone else.

Shengxia also posted on WeChat Moments, happily captioned that she had a cute godson again.

Mr. Li did not keep circling around his son.

Others revolve around their sons, and they revolve around their wife.

When Yan Mo recovers, she can sit up and eat.

Mr. Li personally cooked millet porridge and scooped out the rice soup.

"Come on, have a bite of soup."

Li Beicheng served a bowl of rice soup and then fed it to Yan Mo for a spoonful of drinks.

The newborn little guy slept soundly beside him.

Sheng Lan watched her grandson for most of the time and had already left.

Li Beicheng wanted to take care of Yan Mo here and did not need anyone else, so Sheng Lan and the others went to rest.

"Have your son woke up yet?"

Yan Mo took a sip of rice soup and was thinking about her son.

The little guy slept soundly in the cradle.

"He slept soundly, don't pay attention to him, come and eat more."

Mr. Li didn't want to pay attention to his son at all.

Yan Mo gave Li Beicheng a blank look, "My son is also a treasure, you are not allowed to discriminate against my son."

Mr. Li is not discriminating, he just thinks that just keeping his son rough and not having to be so meticulous.

He turned his head and glanced at the little guy in the cradle, frowned, and whispered: "Like a monkey."

"Every newborn children are like this, and the same is true for potatoes at that time. Look at how beautiful our potatoes are now!"

Yan Mo snorted.

Although the little guy is red when he was just born, it is better than that of potatoes. His face is rarely wrinkled, and he is considered pretty among newborn children.

"By the way, where is the child's name?"

This question kept Mr. Li from asking.

When Yan Mo was pregnant, the prince firmly believed that the baby in his wife's belly was a little princess, and he never thought about his son's name.

Yan Mo reminded him more than once.

As a result, the prince was not relieved.

Yan Mo saw Li Beicheng like this and knew that his son's name was not taken.

The name of Potato is quite handsome and nice, Li Jinmo is quite considerate.

At least the little master Tudou still has a name.

But this second young master who was sleeping soundly did not have a name yet.

Yan Mo didn't want to eat anything this time, so he didn't have a nickname either.

Thinking of this, Yan Mo suddenly felt wronged for his son.

My parents didn't even think of a name, and the little guy was so pitiful.

"Let grandpa pick it up."

Li Beicheng pondered for a moment and said, "Grandpa has always loved his children, so he must have an idea."

Yan Mo nodded in agreement, "Where is that nickname?"

Mr. Li thought for a while and asked, "Wife, what do you want to eat now?"

"……""bread."

Yan Mo blinked her eyes. She hadn't wanted to eat just now, but now she suddenly had it.

"Okay, that's called bread."

"ah?"

Yan Mo widened his eyes, "Is this... a little casual?"

It’s okay to have potatoes, it sounds pretty good, but bread... Yan Mo turned his head and glanced at the cradle.

She was lying down now, with the cradle too high, and she couldn't see her son's situation, but she just felt it was inappropriate.

Mr. Li thought it sounded very nice, and even looked at his son and shouted, "Bread, do you know if you will be Tudou's younger brother in the future?"

Yan Mo: "?"

Woo woo woo woo! The little kid who had been sleeping peacefully suddenly started to cry.

Yan Mo was shocked.

The little kid began to cry loudly.

"Give me your son."

Yan Mo stood up anxiously and wanted to hug her son, his eyes full of distress.

If a mother is a child, he will feel heartbroken when he cries.

My father is not so fragile.

However, Li Beicheng hurriedly carried his son out.

Because I have brought potatoes, Mr. Li is very experienced and holds the child in a very correct way.

But the little kid didn't buy it and still cried.

"Baby, mom is here, don't cry."

Yan Mo took the little guy and patted him gently.

The little guy's head is arching.

When Yan Mo saw this, he knew that the little guy must be hungry.
To be continued...