Announced divorce, madly criticized Ling Shaochang for kneeling down

Chapter 640 Ling Muyi, Ling Jiaqiao

Qiao Ruyi's due date was originally June of the following year.

Because they were twins, they were born a month early.

The night before the due date, Song Xilan and Fang Ran came over with bags. Neither of them had given birth before, but they arranged everything in detail.

Looking at Qiao Ruyi's bulging belly, Song Xilan curiously leaned over the bedside and asked, "Ruyi, how do you think such a small belly can hold two children?"

Qiao Ruyi looked at her curious eyes and smiled. Life is really magical.

Fang Ran also touched her belly and asked, "Are they two boys or two girls?"

"Ruyi baby, do you want a boy or a girl?" Song Xilan asked her.

Qiao Ruyi has learned sign language recently and can use gestures to communicate with people around her in a simple way. The two of them can understand her after spending a long time with her.

She thought for two seconds and made a gesture.

"Girls?" Song Xilan asked with a smile, "You hope it's two girls?"

Qiao Ruyi sat on the hospital bed, smiled and nodded.

Because people say girls look like their fathers.

She hoped that both of her children would be as good-looking as Ling Che.

Like Ling Che's eyebrows, like Ling Che's facial features, like Ling Che's demeanor...

"Girls are good." Fang Ran nodded approvingly, "Girls are their mothers' warmest little cotton-padded jackets."

Song Xilan quickly raised her hand, "Then I'll reserve a position as the child's godmother first!"

"I want one too." Fang Ran replied with a smile.

Qiao Ruyi nodded in agreement and signed: You are all the child's godmothers.

"Oh right," Song Xilan suddenly remembered something and asked, "The baby is going to be born soon. Have you chosen a name yet?"

Hearing this, Qiao Ruyi's eyes drooped.

The man's low and gentle voice suddenly rang very clearly in my mind.

——"I've already thought of names. The girl will be named Ling Jiaqiao, and the boy will be named Ling Muyi."

——"What do you think?"

——"Think ahead so you don't have to think about it later."

Sure enough, he really didn't have time to name the child.

"As one wishes......"

Seeing that her smiling eyes suddenly dimmed, Song Xilan and Fang Ran were a little panicked.

Qiao Ruyi came back to her senses, raised her eyes, smiled, and nodded.

I took out a pen and paper, wrote down two names and handed them to them.

Boy, Ling Muyi.

Girl, Ling Jiaqiao.

"Ling Muyi, Ling Jiaqiao..." Song Xilan's eyes lit up, "They sound so good!"

"But," Fang Ran asked with a smile, "what if there are two boys or two girls?"

Qiao Ruyi pointed to the name on the paper, meaning that whether it was a boy or a girl, they would be called this name.

"Ling Jiaqiao, Ling Muyi..." Fang Ran looked at the names on the paper and asked her, "Do these names have any meaning?"

Qiao Ruyi smiled and shook her head, then turned to look out the window at the lush greenery.

The leaves outside the window turned green and then yellow, and then yellow and then green again, carrying her longing for him through spring, summer, autumn and winter year after year.

......

"Ling Muyi!"

A young and cheerful voice came from the other end of the phone, "Do you want to fuck your mother?"

"Uh-huh!"

The tender glutinous rice dumpling held the phone in his hand, nodded vigorously, and said softly, "I want to..."

"Who are you thinking about?" the other person asked with a smile in a good mood.

The glutinous rice dumpling replied seriously, "Ga... Ma!"

"It's godmother! Not 'Gama!'" Song Xilan asked with a smile on the other end of the phone, "You're already over two years old, why are you still 'Gama?' Be careful or I'll spank you."

Hearing this, the white glutinous rice dumpling frowned and became unhappy.

He turned his head to look at the woman sitting at the desk. Her dark eyes were pitiful and she looked like she was asking for help.

"Ling Muyi, where is your mother?" the person on the other end of the phone asked again.

The little glutinous rice dumpling answered seriously again, "Kang... Xiu..."

"Kang Xiu? What the hell?" The person on the other end of the phone was confused.

Hearing this, the little glutinous rice dumpling felt aggrieved again.

The woman at the desk gathered her long hair around her ears, looked at him with a smile, and waved to him.

"Mom!" Little Dumpling walked over and handed her the phone, "Ga Ma... Ji Ji..."

The woman took the phone, touched the soft hair on his head, turned on the video call, and immediately saw Song Xilan's cute face.

"Ruyi!" Song Xilan saw her excited face and said, "I really don't understand your son's 'baby talk'. Can you tell me what 'Kangxiu' means?"

Qiao Ruyi glanced at Ling Muyi, who was sitting on the ground not far from her playing with toys, with a smile, then pointed the camera of her mobile phone at the book on the table and flipped through it casually.

Song Xilan immediately reacted, "Reading?"

Qiao Ruyi smiled and nodded.

"Oh my goodness! It seems I still need to learn this 'baby talk'." Song Xilan asked with a smile, "Where's my goddaughter?"

Qiao Ruyi gestured towards the camera, and Song Xilan immediately understood. "She went downstairs to drink milk with the nanny?"

Qiao Ruyi nodded.

"But Ruyi, you said that little Muyi is already over two years old, fifteen minutes older than little Jiaqiao. How come the brother can't speak as fluently as his sister?"

Qiao Ruyi looked up at the little glutinous rice dumpling who was sitting on the ground playing with a car, and told Song Xilan: He is smart but not good at speaking. The doctor said it is normal and he will be able to speak clearly slowly.

"That's good. By the way, Ruyi." Song Xilan said, "Are you going to the United States on a business trip tomorrow?"

Qiao Ruyi nodded. Although Song Yanzhi was now in charge of the company, many things still needed to be executed by her as the highest decision-maker.

There is a multinational cooperation to be discussed in the United States tomorrow, and she must go in person.

The other party asked again, "How long will you be gone? When will you be back?"

Qiao Ruyi thought for a moment and stretched out a finger.

"one day?"

Qiao Ruyi shook her head.

"One week?"

Qiao Ruyi nodded.

"That should be in time." Song Xilan calculated the date and said with a smile, "I almost forgot to tell you that I will be returning to China in a few days to hold an engagement party. You should be able to attend my engagement party in time, right?"

Qiao Ruyi frowned and asked her: Why so sudden?

"It's not sudden, I just figured it out." Song Xilan smiled, "My parents are satisfied with him, and they know him well, so there's no problem."

Qiao Ruyi frowned: Does Song Yanzhi know that you are getting engaged?

"What does my engagement have to do with him?" Song Xilan said, "We haven't bothered each other since we broke up. A lot has happened in the past three years, and I don't have to be with him."

Qiao Ruyi frowned and said nothing. After Xilan won over Song Yanzhi, she unilaterally announced their breakup not long after. Also, because Uncle Song's old illness relapsed, she accompanied him to New Zealand to recuperate.

I didn't expect that when I came back again, I would be engaged to someone else.