1605. Chapter 1605 A thought between gods and demons 9
The last time was at the palace. At that time, he had not yet recovered his memory, and the wedding was not considered official.
That person is the one he cares about most, and he should give her a grand wedding.
"Okay." Mrs. Qingyou smiled and nodded, "If you need help from me or your father, just ask."
Beichen nodded, "Just leave it to me to take charge of this matter. Mother and father can just wait to have their grandson."
Mrs. Qingyou stood up and glanced at her son with a smile, "I finally heard something I love to hear. By the way, Beichen, doesn't Zi Tong have a third eye? Can you see if she is pregnant with a boy or a girl?"
Noticing Beichen's gaze, Mrs. Qingyou looked solemnly, "Don't misunderstand me, I don't have the idea of favoring boys over girls, I'm just curious! After I confirm the boy or girl, I can help him choose a name.
Help him make a small reward, you don’t know, a child has to prepare a lot of things..."
"Boring!" Beichen stood up, turned around and walked out.
Mrs. Qingyou gave him a big eye roll at his back, "I'm bored, bored, bored. Is there anyone who talks to my mother like this?"
Beichen stopped on the steps and turned around with a serious look on his face, "I want... a surprise."
Hearing this, Mrs. Qingyou was startled, then she nodded solemnly, "Mom, I know. Mom... just don't ask me anymore."
Beichen turned around and continued to walk forward, but Mrs. Qingyou had already rushed down, "Beichen, you said that Zi Tong may not be twins. Our Qing clan has given birth to many twins... If Dragon and Phoenix
Fetuses are the best..."
Mrs. Qingyou unknowingly fell into longing again, "However, you guys with the surname Bei can't even afford a name. Oops... I have such a headache..."
Beichen didn't bother to pay attention to her and just walked away.
By the time Mrs. Qingyou came to her senses, Beichen had already disappeared.
"You brat." Mrs. Qingyou just cursed angrily, "You have the same virtue as your father!"
Bei Shuihan, who walked into the courtyard, heard this sentence and just raised his eyebrows and looked over, "What's wrong with me?"
He had just entered the door and he offended her again?
"Hmph!" Mrs. Qingyou snorted angrily at him, "He's not a good son you have trained. The old one and the young one know how to make me angry. Just wait, and let my grandson treat him when the time comes!"
"You little bastard, are you angry again?" Bei Shuihan asked.
"What little bastard, where did my son get involved?" Mrs. Qingyou immediately rebelled, "Beishuihan, please explain it to me clearly!"
"You!" Bei Shuihan laughed helplessly, "Be careful if your daughter-in-law hears it, and I'm not afraid of Zi Tong laughing at you."
"Zitong doesn't know how to do that..." Mrs. Qingyou said halfway, she shut up hastily, grabbed Bei Shuihan and walked out, "Come on, let's talk outside, Zi Tong hasn't woken up yet.
, when your little bastard hears us talking here, he will get angry at me again."
Bei Shuihan walked towards the door with her and asked curiously, "You'er! Did you ask about that matter?"
"Beichen said that he wanted a surprise." Mrs. Qingyou turned to look at Beichen's yard, "In the future, we'd better not use it. It doesn't matter whether it's a boy or a girl, it's all the same anyway."
"Am I the one who gave birth to boys over girls?" Bei Shuihan rolled his eyes at her displeasedly, "Am I not... a grandfather for the first time, are you curious?"
"I know." Mrs. Qingyou held his arm and said proudly, "I just thought of a solution."
"What method?" Bei Shuihan asked.
"Simple!" Mrs. Qingyou held out two fingers, "I want to have two names, and all the things should be prepared separately for men and women. That'll be fine."
…
The couple chatted and drifted away. Inside the door, Beichen listened to their voices and just raised the corners of his lips helplessly.
"boring!"
PS: It’s New Year’s Eve with everyone again, so I’m going to say a few hypocritical words again.
Without further ado, I wish you all success in love, career (and studies) in the new year.