The son's first name was given by Yu Jinwen, and Nan Song gave him his nickname.

When she was pregnant, Yu Munan refused to come out. Nan Song was afraid that she was pregnant with Nezha, so she called him "Little Nezha" every day, which was smooth.

After he was born, the uncles teased his nephew one by one with little Nezha, so Nan Song simply decided on a nickname for his son, Little Nezha!

Little Nezha was wrinkled when he was first born, but now he has grown a lot. His eyes are big, like purple grapes, and full of energy. Even though his brows are always wrinkled and his face is deep in thought, he is not very cute.

laugh.

The more Nan Song looked at him, the more he felt that his son looked like his uncle.

"How does it look like?"

Yu Jinwen came over. Every time he saw his son clinging to Nan Song's body and sucking milk, he felt like he was being taken advantage of. He was secretly jealous of his son in his heart, and he didn't like it at the moment.

Perhaps feeling the sharp gaze from his father, little Nezha opened his mouth, glanced in his direction, and tilted his head to the side.

That look is so arrogant...

Nan Song couldn't help but laugh, handed the child to his father, and put down his clothes.

Yu Jinwen hugged his son. The father and son looked at each other with big eyes. It seemed that they were not very familiar with each other and had not established a close and friendly father-son relationship. When he thought of this little thing causing his wife so much pain, Yu Jinwen just wanted to beat him.

But after all, he is his biological son, and he must be given the face he deserves.

Yu Jinwen suppressed his temper. The topic just now was not over yet. He stared at his son's young face seriously and said, "The eyes don't look alike."

"nonsense!"

Nan Song was drinking the crucian carp and tofu soup that her mother-in-law, Ms. Yu Fengjiao, made for her. Hearing this, she glared at Yu Jinwen, "Both of us have black eyeballs. Can we really have a genetic mutation and give birth to a little monster with blue eyes?"

As soon as he finished speaking, Nan Song quickly added: "I'm not saying that eldest brother is a monster..."

Yu Jinwen hugged his son with a smile on his face, "Big brother is not here, what are you afraid of?"

Nan Song coughed lightly, glanced at little Nezha secretly, and muttered, "I always feel like my eldest brother is staring at me... Look at your son, he is so serious. Even if you tease him, he won't smile. He has such a stern face."

He looks so much like his uncle!"

Yu Jinwen took another closer look and felt that it looked a bit similar.

He raised the corner of his lips and said, "It's normal for a nephew to follow his uncle. Maybe it's because you were thinking about your elder brother every day when you were pregnant with him. Mother and son are connected and have telepathy."

Nan Song nodded, thinking it was possible.

Yu Jinwen looked at Nan Song, who was sitting on the sofa, drinking soup, and pretended to sigh, "Oh, why doesn't anyone care about me?"

Nan Song almost choked on the soup. He raised his head and saw Lao Yugan with a sad look on his face. He felt funny in his heart and said, "You are by my side, what is there to worry about? It's okay to be jealous of my son. You are jealous of my elder brother too."

Eat, did you soak it in a vinegar vat? Mr. Yu Jinwen?"

Yu Jinwen's heartstrings were twitched as he listened to the rising notes of the Southern Song.

The weather was getting cold, and Nan Song was in confinement again. Worried that she would catch a cold, housekeeper Zhao knitted her a red hat with beautiful roses embroidered on it. Zhao’s mother’s needlework was of course excellent. Nan Song wore a red hat.

Just like Little Red Riding Hood in the fairy tale, she is fair, beautiful and cute.

It makes people want to turn into a big bad wolf and bite her.

Yu Jinwen always dared to think and act. He walked towards Nansong with his son in his arms and asked her in a deep voice, "Does the soup taste good?"

They say that pregnancy makes you stupid for three years. I haven’t experienced stupidity yet, but my brain is indeed slower than before. For example, when Nan Song listened to Yu Jinwen’s voice at the moment, he didn’t hear what he meant, nor did he feel it.
Chapter completed!