Transmigrating: I Married the Male Protagonist’s Uncle

Ling Sheng thought to herself that what could a newborn understand? However, she did not know what kind of shocking coincidence it was, but the Little Ice Ball really stopped crying.
He choked twice and even spat out a bubble.

Song Yiyan laughed proudly, her son was not bad.
He had given her mother much face.
“Did you see that? Your daughter and my son have agreed, we don’t have a reason to object.”

Ling Sheng did not object.
Anyway, she was just saying that now, and when the children grew up, they would be the ones to decide who they liked.

The mother of this great child in front of him had even been engaged to the Dongfang family since they were young.
Didn’t she also run away from the marriage just like that? As a parent, she couldn’t care less.

However, if they really liked each other in the future and could be together, it would be best.
They were both children who they will watch growing up, so they could rest assured.

“Don’t worry, Sheng Sheng.
My son will definitely be a handsome man in the future.
In all of China, other than your Xiaoqi, there’s also my Little Ice Ball.
Who else can be so handsome?” Song Yiyan continued to persuade her in a serious manner.
“Xiaoqi is Little Snowball’s brother.
We can only rule that out, so only my son is left.
Other than my son, who else is worthy of Little Snowball?”

Ling Sheng was moved by her messy theory.
“You’re right.”

In terms of looks, Ji Xing and her husband were definitely at the top of the genetic chain.

If she had to add another one, her father could barely be considered one now.
When her father’s looks were at their peak, he could actually compete with them.

“That’s right.
How can we waste such outstanding genes like ours? We can only get better and better.
We can’t get worse, right?” Song Yiyan was finally happy.
The more she looked at her son, the more she liked him.

This little bastard was too discerning!

“You’re a pregnant woman.
Everything you say is right,” Ling Sheng said with a smile.

“What I said is the truth.” Song Yiyan placed the Little Snowball, who had fallen asleep after playing with him in her arms, beside her and asked Ling Sheng to put her son together with her.
She looked at the two children.
“Seriously, the more you look at them, the more they match.
Don’t you think so?”

Ling Sheng nodded cooperatively.

“If you say you agree, will your husband agree?” Song Yiyan seemed to have just thought of this question.

Ling Sheng said, “You should be worried about whether my father and grandfather agree or not.”

On her husband’s side, everything she said was correct.
The hardest to deal with were her father and grandfather.

“Don’t you have your mother on your father’s side?” Song Yiyan gave her a disdainful look and continued, “Don’t you still have your grandmother on your grandfather’s side?”

This small matter could be resolved with some flexibility.
It was not like she was going to be alone on the battlefield.

“Don’t you know my grandfather and father’s temper?” Ling Sheng said.
“Even with my mother and grandmother, it’s not that easy to settle.”

Besides, in their generation, there was only one girl, Little Snowball.
Grandpa treasured her very much, how could he give her away just like that?

Xiaoqi and Little Sangyu’s voices sounded at the door of the ward.
The footsteps arrived in the blink of an eye and they pushed the door open and ran in.

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