Sir, Please Conduct Yourself

It happened that the outside was not too busy at the moment. The head nurse simply held him for a while.

After a few minutes, the child naturally grasped the head nurse's white coat. Her fleshy little fat hand took out a pen from her pocket in front of her white coat and began to play happily.

Tang Xiao is a little embarrassed. He wants to scold his son, but he suddenly remembers that even if he doesn't understand anything now, the key is to call out a name if he wants to.

The corners of her mouth drew. When she was at a loss, Mu Yun's dark eyes suddenly flashed a burst of light, and her lips opened slightly, saying, "Si Mo, Mu Si Mo."

Tang xiaoleng for a moment, "what?"

Mu Yunshen repeatedly tasted it several times and felt very satisfied. He turned his head and said with a smile, "Mu Simo, let's name my son Mu Simo. Do you think it's good?"

Tang chuckled and chewed the two words several times.

"Look at him. As soon as he comes up, he grabs the pen, which shows that our son likes this kind of thing." Mu Yunshen slowly explained with patience, "I'm mainly in charge of writing. Maybe I'll be more refined, but it's also very good. What do you think?"

Tang Xiaoran nodded and said with a smile, "you can't count on my Chinese level. OK, I like the name very much, just this one."

Xiao Jingye was stunned to hear that. How come the new new humans have evolved to this point now?

Is it so casual to name a child? It's a little too unreliable!

He angrily clenched his fist and thumped it in his palm, biting his teeth and making a final struggle, "this... Simo, it sounds good, but is it too... Elegant?"

He forced the "nerd gas" into a not so bad adjective, and said, "not enough atmosphere, little sister-in-law, don't you think so?"

"Say what you say." Mu Yun stood in front of Tang Xiao, looked at him lightly, and said, "your atmospheric name should be reserved for your son, Xiao Jun. it's very nice."

"Really nice?" Xiao Jingye asked suspiciously.

Mu Yunshen gently shrugged his shoulders and said calmly, "nice to hear. The key is to conform to your temperament. I hope your son will like it in the future."

"..." Tang Xiao took a puff from the corner of his mouth and looked at the two men who were bickering in front of him.

Xiao Jingye wiped a pair of very flat sideburns to look at the sky like vicissitudes.

Mu Yunshen slightly raised his eyebrows by seven or eight points, and continued to fuel the fire, "but it's up to you when you have a son. Now you haven't written a single word. It's too early to say that. It's brother's fault. Brother apologizes to you."

There was a smile in the corner of his eyes. There was no so-called "sorry" at all. He was completely mocking.

Xiao Jingye said goodbye to him a little depressed. He felt a little uncomfortable with the treatment of being treated as a silly child. At that time, he felt as if he had been blown up by a cat who had stepped on his tail. "Who said he didn't have a single word? It's already there, isn't it? "

Mu Yun's deep face was calm, and he continued to tease him happily, "Oh"... Who else is there? "

Xiao Jingye "Teng" stands straight, that posture, when follows wants to go to the battlefield, is eager to put a sound cycle in the side to broadcast "the strong man goes away forever".

"Well, who's the other one?"