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"Of course." Xiao Jingye raised his chin triumphantly, "how about calling Mu Jun? Is the name domineering enough and grand enough? "

"..." Tang chuckled.

Well, it's really aggressive and grand.

Xiao Jing night is complacent, suddenly felt a surge of evil spirit scattered from mu Yunshen's body, straight straight toward him.

Xiao Jingye widened his eyes, looked uneasily at his elder brother, and whispered, "I've thought about this name before. The boy's name is mu Jun, and the girl's name is mu Li. How do you think... Don't you think it's good?"

Tang Xiao coughed lightly and said euphemistically, "actually, it's OK, just a little..."

"It's not nice." Mu Yunshen did not intend to be polite to him at all. He told him frankly, "it's not pleasant at all."

Even the adverb of degree has been added, which shows its good intentions and deep aversion to the name.

Young master Xiao was very hurt. He looked down at his red faced nephew crying in his arms and pinned his last hope on himself. "Mu Jun, do you like this name?"

"Mujun" children blink and blink, a pair of black grape like eyes, a small mouth crooked, tears more turbulent, cry more loud, great momentum to shake down the ceiling.

Mu Yun took a deep look at his son and made his final concluding remarks calmly, "Oh, it seems that the parties do not like it, very good, worthy of my son, very insightful."

Xiao Jingye, "..."

Xiao Jingye's cold words do remind mu Yunshen that he has been watching for nearly 20 days, but the child's name hasn't been up yet. How can he do that?

During this period, too many things happened at home. He was too busy just to deal with them. He was also worried about Tang Xiao and his children in the hospital. How could he spare energy to think about them?

Fengyin and Mu Xinghua like this great grandson, but they don't let go of their "sweetheart" and "baby" all day long. He and Tang Xiao habitually call their son, and no one really wants to name their child.

Although he has read books for so many years, he has also gone abroad for professional further study. It may be a bit exaggerated to say that he is rich in learning, but it is absolutely not too much. However, this comrade who is rich in learning, can't even say a word at the moment.

It's a big thing to name a child. You can't Scribble.

As he thought about it, he could not help but fall into deep thinking, turning the thick dictionary that could kill people deep in his mind.

The new father, who is not very professional here, is racking his brains to think about the name. Mu Xiaoren, who has no registered permanent residence and has almost been named in 1940s by Uncle Xiao, who is not related by blood, is crying hysterically.

I waited for a good sleep when I had enough to eat and drink. Unexpectedly, I was disturbed by the very unreliable uncle who suddenly appeared. Mu was very unhappy now.

The evil sound fills the ear, Xiao Jing's night is anxious is to come and turn again is to coax, on the forehead perspiration string by string falls. There is no sign that the little man in his arms wants to converge.

"Oh, I said big nephew, little ancestor! Why don't you just go to sleep quietly for a while? It's a big deal. You can't stop calling Mu Jun? "

Tang Xiao, "..."