"What? Twins? I don't want a bastard!" Tian Junhao was angry again, but his tears fell down.
Hugging An Ying, hugging the unconscious An Ying tightly, she said with lingering fear: "Baby, you scared me to death, you know, you scared me to death, you really scared me to death. Without you, I would still be alive.
What’s the meaning?”
An Ying couldn't hear her, she had already fainted.
"Wow! What a cute child, so beautiful." Xue'er teased the child. They all stayed far away from Tian Junhao, and they all surrounded the little prince and princess.
"Boss, please pick a name quickly." Xiaoyan couldn't wait and shouted to Tian Junhao.[
"The girl's name is Tian Aiying, and that bastard's name is Tian Chong'an!"
Tian Junhao followed An Ying's car out without even looking at the two children.
As soon as he spoke, the baby boy burst into tears.
It seems that he is protesting that he doesn't want a girl's name, Tian Chong An, which is super ugly.
He will be a strong man in the future, so how can he protest against calling him such a childish name?
It's a pity that the protest was ineffective. He should be grateful that he was not sent to the Sahara Desert.
In Tian Junhao's eyes, he is the man who stole his wife.
Three days after delivery.
The door of the VIP ward was gently pushed open, and Tian Junhao came in with Tian Aiying in his arms, with a smile on his face.
"Baby, are you awake? Come and see our baby girl, she is as beautiful as you."
The child was wrinkled. An Ying flattened her mouth and said tremblingly: "She is so ugly. How does she look like me? She clearly looks like you? Where is my precious son?"
She hasn't seen her daughter since she woke up.
Tian Junhao would hold his daughter next to her from time to time, and then smile silly at the big one and the little one.
An Ying straightened up slightly and looked at the crumpled daughter in Tian Junhao's hand. That was the daughter who almost died from the torture.
She suddenly wanted to cry. She had suffered so much in the past few months for this daughter, and the son who had never been masked.
Both children are the product of her and Hao, and they are the testimony of their deep love for each other.
At this moment, to say that I am not touched or proud is to deceive myself and others.
"Eyes are like mine, mouth is like you, baby, look, she is looking at you."
Tian Junhao was playing with the little thing in his arms. The baby girl seemed to be particularly close to her father. When he shook her, she giggled.[
[Next is the extra story, which is still the story of An An and Haohao’s family of four]