Chapter 821: Want a Younger Sister

Another neighbor stood up. It was Uncle Li from the next door. He raised his glass with a smile and said:

"Yanyan, Jiahang, I wish you can have a big fat boy smoothly next year."

He Xiyan: ...

He Xiyan was stunned for a moment, her eyebrows suddenly raised, and there was a trace of embarrassment on her face. She didn't know what to say to this blessing, but just smiled and replied "good!".

Chen Jiahang nodded vigorously.

Yes, they will try to have a son this year, a son who is more beautiful than this Yuanyuan.

Yuanyuan on the side was a little unhappy. He pouted his little mouth, and the kind of loss and sadness flashed in his eyes.

He didn't want his mother to give birth to a fat boy, because his mother would definitely not like him. Besides, he is a boy, just a skinny boy, and his mother would give birth to a sister.

Yuanyuan has a brother but no sister.

"Mom, Yuanyuan wants a sister."

It would be best if she had a sister with her father.

Yuanyuan said unhappily, and the unhappiness on her face could not be concealed at all. He looked at his mother, as if he was talking about this issue very seriously.

The neighbors were all surprised. They were very curious about the child as soon as they arrived. Chen Yan said that she was adopted from the Mingcheng Orphanage, but this tone and appearance are not what an adopted child would have.

He Xiyan smiled and reached out to touch Yuanyuan's little head. She didn't know how this little guy dared to say such a thing in front of so many strangers. She paused and said, "Okay, give birth to a sister."

It's good to give birth to a sister. She also wants a daughter.

Although it was an ordinary New Year's dinner, everyone ate it happily. They were not relatives, but in this remote village, the relationship between neighbors was better than that between some relatives.

Neighbors help each other. Such feelings have disappeared in the city, but in this village, they are passed down from generation to generation.

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Different from the bustle here, in the distant Night City.

Because it is the end of the year, enterprises, institutions and factories are on holiday, and the foreigners who work here are returning to their hometowns to celebrate the New Year. The usually bustling night city is now deserted. Even the streets that are usually congested every day can only see the hustle and bustle of vehicles, and many stores are closed.

This is the city. When the Spring Festival comes, it is like this, especially in big cities.

Ye Hao drove through the main roads of the city. There was obviously little traffic, but he drove very slowly, even aimlessly.

His mobile phone kept ringing, it was the sound of message notifications, one after another. It rang more than a dozen times.

But he didn't even look at it, because he was too lazy to look, he knew what the information would be.

These messages were all sent by Han Xue.

In the castle, Han Xue stood on the viewing balcony on the third floor. She was wearing a black silk long skirt, a white real fox fur shawl on her upper body, and a medieval retro court hat on her head. The black veil falling from the brim of the hat covered half of her face, making her delicate and beautiful features look more hazy. She is tall and knows how to dress. Even though she is 34 years old, she still looks like a woman in her twenties.

Han Xue has been standing on the balcony for more than 20 minutes, her beautiful eyes slightly raised, staring at the road in the distance.

It is already ten o'clock in the morning, and they still have to go to the Pear Garden to meet the old lady and have a reunion dinner with all the Ye family members.