Chapter 75： (1/2)

The photographer probably happened to meet He An taking Lily of the Valley out to bask in the sun, and chatted for a few moments. The overall lens was very casual, while shaking to the left and shaking to the right for a while, there was no crosshairs. It disappears for a few seconds.

"Is this your daughter?" The photographer asked.

"Yeah." He An nodded.

"It's so cute. What's its name?"

He An answered with a smile: "It's almost full age, and it's called Lily of the Valley ... well, it's the kind of small bell-like flower."

"Where's my name?" The photographer asked again.

He An said, "My name is still undecided. I thought about it a few times. It's not as good as Lily of the Valley. Maybe it's really Lily of the Valley."

Xiao Linglan originally lowered her head, fiddled with the cloth tiger intently, heard her name, raised her head, and Tong Renliang was very curious. Seeing a strange uncle in front of her, she was a bit embarrassed and hid the little cloth tiger to He An's cheek. She smiled shyly and pinched He An's neck.

He An called, "Lily of the valley?"

"Well."

She shyly refused to speak, only raising her eyes and secretly looking at the camera.

The photographer asked: "This name sounds very chic, does it have any origin?"

"History ..." He An narrowed his eyes, and the gentle smile faded away. "Nothing, I just ... is a flower that I really like."

Do not.

It's your pheromone taste.

Zheng Feiyu noticed a slight change in his expression and felt inexplicable guilt in his heart.

"Dad ... daddy." Suzuran said, her voice soft.

"Huh?" He An turned to look at her.

"Yaya."