Feng Tianlan looked at the cute little baby in front of her, who was as soft and soft as a dumpling.
She felt really itchy and wanted to hug it.
"Abao" As soon as she opened her mouth, Si Mutian said with a chubby face: "No."
He has grown up, how can he still be held?
Although his body now looks like that of a three or four year old, in his heart he is already eighteen years old.
Moreover, he will return to his eighteen-year-old appearance tomorrow.
In short, he couldn't be held by his mother.
What eighteen-year-old person is still being held by his mother?
Feng Tianlan thought about his age and could only sigh in disappointment, "Okay."
"Also, from now on, call me Mutian, don't always call me A Bao, A Bao.
What boy is called by a nickname?"
Si Mutian said with a serious face.
"Tian'er."
Feng Tianlan changed her tune quickly, but she just didn't want to be so unfamiliar.
Si Mutian twitched the corner of his mouth, wanting to correct her words, but he raised his head to look at her with gentle and loving eyes, and saw her hand covering her slightly protruding belly.
He inexplicably stopped thinking about it and just gave a cold hum.
The atmosphere was awkwardly quiet, and Feng Tianlan looked at Simutian's little face.
"Did your father tell you your name?"
Feng Tianlan looked for words.
Simutian hummed coldly.
Si Mobai admired Feng Tianlan, so he got his name, Si Mutian.
Feng Tianlan lowered her eyes and looked at her bulging belly, "You used to always clamor for a sister, why don't you give her a name now?"
"Do you believe it's a daughter?"
Si Mutian was a little reluctant, because he hadn't found out yet what was going on, and he wasn't sure whether the fetus in his belly had the same father as him.
"Uh" Feng Tianlan sensed Si Mutian's unfriendliness and raised her eyes to look at him hurt.
Si Mutian couldn't stand this kind of look.
He always felt that his son was too unfilial and deserved a beating.
"That's Simulan."
He said casually.
Anyway, his name is Mutian, so his younger one is called Mu Lan, which happens to be Tianlan.
Look, up until this point, he still believed in his parents' love and hoped that she wouldn't let him down.
Feng Tianlan's injured eyes immediately overflowed with a smile, "Okay, my name is Mu Lan."
Seeing Feng Tianlan who was so easily satisfied, Simutian's thoughts suddenly became subtle.
I don't know whether it was because he was greedy for maternal love or because he was kind to Feng Tianlan, but for the past two or three days, Simutian was with Feng Tianlan.
Perhaps, he wanted to explore her and find out if she was who her father said she was.
And when he saw her, he couldn't help but feel annoyed as to why he had no memory of her.
This made him feel sorry for her in his heart.
She worked hard to be pregnant for ten months and escaped from hell before giving birth to him, but he didn't remember her.
He only heard about her from her father, but now that he saw her, he didn't know her.
It’s been fifteen years since I’ve been away, and I don’t have that feeling anymore.
Plus, he still doubted her, which made him feel even more sorry for her.
The night was already dark, and Si Mutian quietly left the room.
Looking at Feng Tianlan's closed door, he let out a long, complicated sigh and left quickly.
Today is the day for him to recover his youthful body.
He needs to return to the cold pool in the back mountain of the Imperial Master's Mansion to meditate and practice.
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Si Mutian looked at the cold pool, without thinking about the consequences.
He took off his clothes, submerged into the water, and meditated.
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