Summary:
Xu Ziyan: "Do you think we are a perfect match?"
He Rizhao: "Didn't you say you want to call me daddy?"
Xu Ziyan: "I call you, do you dare to agree?"
He Rizhao: "Come on, call me husband and listen~"
After being pregnant, someone had been holding a Xinhua Dictionary and vowed to come up with a very unique name. He Rizhao looked at the scraps of paper on the desk, randomly pulled out two sheets, glanced at someone who was still flipping through the book, and said lightly
"I think you got the wrong name"
"Zi Yan, you are very ladylike. It matches my temperament. What's wrong?"
"You should be called Xianglu. In this case, if our child is a girl, she can be Ziyan."
. . . . . , Someone silently touched his belly, "What about the baby? Your father has already begun to dislike me before you were born." . .