After a pause, she said, "in fact, he can slowly find a person to spend his life together and give birth to a child without looking for a surrogate mother." Qin Sitong didn't quite understand this and always felt that such words were not good and fair for the growth of the child.

It seems that the child is just a tool and is deliberately made for some purpose.

But it was Han zixie's decision, but she didn't say much.

Surrogate mother? Jun Jisheng's eyes flashed. No wonder... When others said that Han zixie had illegitimate children, he thought it was mostly false news. After all, Han zixie knows what kind of feelings he has for Sitong.

It would be a little strange to find another woman immediately after the shipwreck. The surrogate mother is the best explanation.

I'm afraid at that time, Han zixie had decided not to get married all his life, so he would leave an heir to the Han family in this way.

"Well, don't think about him. This is the menu drawn up by my father and me. See if there is any problem. There are also the style of the invitation and the wedding dress sample sent by the designer." Jun Jisheng said, stacking a large stack of brochures in front of Qin Sitong.

Qin Sitong suddenly had an impulse to spit blood. Marriage is really a trouble!

So, while Jun Jisheng was doing kindergarten homework with his daughter, Qin Sitong began to look through the brochures, banquet menus, invitation styles, and what dowries and betrothal gifts... Anyway, everything was according to the meaning of her father and Jisheng. She had no opinion. As for the sample drawing of the wedding dress, she still had to look at it, It was in some wedding dresses she tried on that day that she selected the shape she liked, and then made some adjustments in details, as well as the selection of fabrics.

After reading the design draft, Qin Sitong said he was quite satisfied, so he contacted the designer and agreed a time with the designer. When the designer finished the sample, he brought the sample service first.

After reading all the things in the pile of brochures given by Jun Jisheng, Qin Sitong stretched and looked up. It was more than eight o'clock, and it was time for her daughter to go to bed.

She got up, opened the door and went back to the next room. However, she saw her daughter lying in bed with her eyes closed, as if she were asleep, while Jun Jisheng was sitting by the bed, reading fairy tales with a story book.

The lights in the room fell on the father and daughter, with an unspeakable warmth.

Before, she would not think that one day, Jun Jisheng would read fairy tales to her daughter.

While she was there, she didn't bother, but listened quietly.

When Jun Jisheng finished reading a story, the little guy still fell asleep smoothly. It can be seen that she really fell asleep.

"How many stories have you told?" Qin Si Tong whispered.

"Three." Jun Jisheng said. In his tone, he was a little helpless. To tell a story to your daughter, it's not just to read the story completely, but also in cadence. When different characters speak, their voices have to be different.