Chapter 50:

The housekeeper prepared the meal for tonight, and the clothes of Jiyan were very neat, not as bright and eye-catching as Zhang Ziyan’s clothes. Although he is now Zhang’s uncle, he is accustomed to plain dress and will not change his clothes because he has money. The style of clothing, the amount of impact is that the cloth is better than the previous cloth, his clothes are almost all Zhang Ziyan personally went to Buzhuang to choose the cloth.
The red lantern was gently swayed by the wind, the candlelight was very soft, and the face lined with Jiyan was gentler. Jiyan knew that Zhang Ziyan was also very fortunate to go to worship Buddha. As a husband of Zhang Ziyan, Ji Yan is obliged to serve vegetables for his wife. Ji Yan is very considerate. Of course, he feels guilty in his heart.
Even when Zhang Ziyan had dinner, he had to hold the baby boy he picked up on his lap. Under the care of Zhang Ziyan, the baby boy changed into a new outfit. The satin exudes a dim light, and the pink skin of the little boy is very textured. The little boy's long hair is silky and smooth... He sits on Zhang Ziyan's thigh and receives Zhang Ziyan's feeding.
If the food he likes reaches his mouth, he opens his mouth; if he doesn’t like it, he doesn’t even look at it.
The little boy sometimes smiled at Zhang Ziyan, and sometimes stared at Jiyan very differently, and Jiyan would not care about the little boy’s guardianship. 'S method "interprets" the eyes of the little boy.
While giving Yan Ziyan soup, Jiyan calmly asked Zhang Ziyan: "Ziyan, what's the name of this little boy?" Although he has been married for a while, Jiyan always feels that the word "Lady" is very mouthful, he still called Zhang Ziyan's name is more pleasant.
From Zhang Ziyan's return to his house till now, he has taken care of this little boy, and he has regarded this little boy as his own child.
Very affectionate..."Fu Jun, this child has no name..." Zhang Ziyan gently closed her eyebrows, stroking the back of the baby boy with pity.
Ji Yan is trying to ask whether he needs to give this boy a decent name. Since Zhang Ziyan picked up the boy, they have the responsibility to raise him.
But this time.
The little boy preemptively said: "I have a name.
"The baby boy's voice was very tender and sweet, with a sense of arrogance.
Ji Yan raised his head suspiciously, and he asked the fabulous woman who was hugging the baby boy lightly: "Ziyan, what the is going on?" Why Zhang Ziyan said that the baby boy had no name, but the baby boy said the name himself.
"Fu Jun..." Zhang Ziyan put down the tableware awkwardly and said to Ji Yan with a smile, "When I picked him up, he refused to say anything, and I didn't know.
"Ji Yan looked at the little boy who was holding chopsticks and started picking vegetables by himself. The little hand was holding delicate chopsticks, but it didn't work at all. It seemed to be very skilled..." My name is Maltong.
"The little boy responded to Ji Yan while going to get the jug. He smiled at Zhang Ziyan, and two shallow dimples appeared under the corner of his mouth. "I want to drink."
"Xi Yan was almost scared by the little boy's "innocent" speech, and was so scared that he was choked by the meal: "Little baby, how can you drink?" ! "Ji extended his hand and took the hip flask over.
"My name is Mo Tong.
"Mo Tong repeated it, obviously impatient.
Ji Yan knew that Mo Tong was reminding him to change his name, and the man was calmly admonishing Mo Tong: "You can't drink alcohol, you are young..." "I want to drink.
"Moutong's small, powder-carved little face showed dissatisfaction. He glared for a while, then he smiled and looked at Zhang Ziyan, "You pour it for me, quickly bring the jug and let your man give the wine I.
"Pinky's small mouths, one by one, a sweet voice spit out of his mouth.
Disappointment appeared in Ji Yan's calm eyes, but he was unwilling to see him as a doll.
Zhang Ziyan really listened to Na Motong's words, took the wine from Ji Yan's hand, and then spoke for Mo Mo Tong non-stop: "Fujun, you let him drink some wine, he will drink, don't be so stingy Although he is young, he knows more.
"But, he is just a child now..." "Fujun, you can rest assured."
"Jian Yan was a little stunned. It was strange enough for the little doll to drink, not to mention that Mo Tong had a sip. This is a good old wine. Even an adult can get drunk. Nothing happened! Looking silently at Mo Tong holding the hip flask, the little doll was like a little adult, sitting on Zhang Ziyan's lap and began to pour himself out.
This kid... is so strange... Zhang Ziyan in a gorgeous dress and jewelry, gold hairpin, sits with the little doll with black hair like silk and a beautiful Chinese robe. Under the light of the red lantern, this picture looks stunning and magical... …