"Oh oh oh, don't cry anymore, stop crying, oh oh oh..." Mrs. Li Yuesao was shaking and coaxing, but no matter how much she was coaxed, it was of no use. The child was crying so much that he could hardly breathe.

Looking like he was lacking oxygen, Ye Qianmo walked to Li Yuesao, frowned, and said in a deep voice: "Give me the child, and I will try."

He didn't know if it would work if he tried it. He thought he had feelings for the child, and the child would always have some feelings for him. No matter what, it should be better than a strange confinement nanny.

"Stop crying. You are a man. You have to be brave and strong. Why are you crying? Isn't it just that you drank milk a little late?" Ye Qianmo's voice was not gentle, and he didn't know how to comfort the child, just like communicating with an adult.

Talk to the child.

The two-month-old sister-in-law didn't dare to say anything, but she was very puzzled. She had never seen anyone coaxing a child like this.

Wanting Song and Mrs. Song both stared blankly at Ye Qianmo's clumsy movements, unable to believe that he would actually hold a child with his own hands, especially a child born to a woman he didn't like.

Song Wanting's tears couldn't stop anymore. She looked at Ye Qianmo still clumsily communicating with the child. Miraculously, his words made the child stop crying and look at him with eyes like black beans.

Ye Qianmo's hands were too big, making the child look very small, so he panicked when holding the child.

I just wanted to give it a try and didn't want to see the child cry all the time. Unexpectedly, he hugged and comforted the child and the child really stopped crying. At this moment, Ye Qianmo didn't know what it felt like, as if he had the most sensitive and delicate nerves.

I was affected and felt sour in my heart.

It was at this moment that he truly felt that he was a father and that he was holding his child in his hands.

If they weren't connected by blood, the child wouldn't have stopped crying after he said a few random words like this.

"Qian Mo, Qian Mo, please give your child a name. We will always call him." Song Wanting choked and said.

Ye Qianmo looked at the child carefully. Maybe most newborns are ugly. Even if he and Song Wanting look good, the child is still ugly. But after looking carefully, he gradually felt that he looked better.

"Qianmo?" Song Wanting asked again.

"I heard it, I was thinking about it." Ye Qianmo responded, then he looked at the child who calmed down and looked at him, thought about it, and said softly: "Call Ye Zhengheng."

"Zhengheng? What a nice name!" Song Wanting said happily.

"I hope he can be an upright person." Ye Qianmo explained lightly. His eyes looked at Wanting Song meaningfully, and everything he wanted to say was reflected in his eyes.

Song Wanting's smile was a little awkward, then she smiled again and said, "Of course, his father and grandfather are so upright, so of course the child is upright."

Ye Qianmo didn't answer and looked at the child again. He really hoped that the child could understand the meaning of his words.

There is no need to rush, it will take a long time, and he will teach him well himself.

"Qianmo, what does "heng" mean? You want him to have the perseverance to do great things, right?" Song Wanting felt that Ye Qianmo must have meant this. She deliberately pretended not to know, hoping to make him feel that she admired him.

Ye Qianmo looked at Song Wanting thoughtfully and finally nodded.

"Yes, it can be understood that way."

What he really meant was that he hoped that the child could live for a long time. Heng means long.

"He will definitely realize your wish, and I will educate him well so that he can aspire to be an upright man!" Song Wanting said to Ye Qianmo.

"Yeah." Ye Qianmo snorted and handed the child to Yuesao surnamed Li.

The child stopped crying, and another confinement nanny took over, made milk powder, and fed the child.

Ye Qianmo watched the child sucking milk and found that he seemed to have to exert a lot of effort when sucking. He didn't know if other people's children were the same as him.

Maybe it's just a psychological effect, all children are like this, he thought secretly.
Chapter completed!