The wind outside the window, with a hint of coolness, was poured in from the open window, and the high temperature in the past few days finally hit with such a cool feeling, making people feel inexplicably comfortable.
An Ran looked back from this comfortable state, watching the battle sitting in front of her, and her long hair was shaking slightly, and she was rubbing her wrists for her seriously, she spoke, preparing to say something.
"Is Zhan Anxie asleep?" Zhan Lian suddenly spoke at this time, looked up, held her hand, a pair of deep eyes, and just looked at her like that.
An Ran hasn't responded to who the war relief in Zhan Liankou is. He blinked, frowned, and looked blank.
Then it seemed like I was thinking of it, and suddenly realized that he tilted his head and asked, "Have peace of mind? Is this my daughter's name? She has a name, she's a baby."
I said, I am proud to add, "I took it."
"It's not good." Zhan Lian made her evaluation very politely, watching An Ran's face quickly collapsed, couldn't help smiling, raised his hand, and patted An Ran's forehead, comforting: " "Zhan Anxin is a big name, and a baby is a small name, okay?"
"This is not your daughter. What is the name of the war? Can it be reassured?"
An Ran waved the hand of Zhan Lian. She had a bit of grumpy thought. She thought for a long time and probably understood how the name “Zhan An Xin” came about. It was nothing more than Zhan Lian and En Ran. The two surnames were combined, A heart character became the baby's name, and was engraved on a small bracelet by Zhan Lian.
How can you not talk to her about such a big name? When is this a house or a car?
"It's not mine. You were born hermaphrodite? We have only been divorced for a few months? What is the peace of mind? Who is your child?"
Zhan Lian stunned Enran, and probably had some complaints in his heart. After all, Enran hadn't given him such a big breath. He had vomiting and bleeding minds, and now he can sit here so well. He rubbed her wrists lightly, and the Father did not have such a good temper.
那 "That ..." An Ran stalked his neck and began to blacken himself, saying "then don't allow me to derail in marriage?"
"Your derailment partner is bound to be my twin brother." Zhan Lian cold-eyed and grabbed Enron's hand again, wiped some oil on her wrist, continued rubbing, still not idle in her mouth, continue Satire, "Otherwise, how can the war peace of mind look exactly like me? Even the **** confession of a relative is saved."
"噗!" Enron couldn't help but laughed, "You can't talk well? What blood confession is not an ancient man."
"People today are not as good as the ancients."
After rubbing his hands, Zhan Lian let go of Enron's wrist, leaned over and started to clean up the oil on the table.
Enron, sitting on the bed frame, felt that the atmosphere with Zhan Lian was okay, so he bit his lower lip and looked at Zhan Lian for a while. He asked, "Well, Zhan Lian, I have an urgent matter. My son is very anxious. I want to find Yun Tao tomorrow. Can you take me to see him? "
Packed up the oil of the battle 抿 抿 did not speak, put the oil in the box to put away, and then turned around, looking at Enron, asked seriously: