Did the actress get divorced today?

Chapter 166
When the news of You Qian's pregnancy was first told to Mr. Song, in order to ensure safety, You Qian stayed in the old house except for filming.

During that period of time, it was the most warm time in the old house of the Song family. Mr. Song had a smile on his face every day. Except for the housekeeper Song De and Aunt He, the servants in the house did not know anything about it. Song De accompanied Mr. Song to study how to bring As for the great-grandson, Aunt He studied how to make You Qian fat and fat. As for Song Zhicheng, he was a heterogeneous element in the entire old house. He neither participated in the issue of how to raise the child, nor calculated how to raise the child's mother... …I only go home at a fixed time every day, move my notebook after dinner, sit in the living room, pretend to be very busy, and listen carefully to the conversations of a few people in the family.

One day, the topic turned to naming the child.

Mr. Song said, "Song De, go and bring that thick dictionary from my study."

When Song De heard it, he immediately asked with a smile, "Old man, why did you suddenly think of looking up a dictionary?"

Mr. Song rolled his eyes at Song Zhicheng, who was sitting sullenly, and said, "The child's father doesn't care, but as a great-grandfather, I must make a plan. I must choose the name of my great-grandson as soon as possible."

When Song Zhicheng heard this, his body froze invisibly.

Mr. Song didn't seem to notice Song Zhicheng's abnormality, and urged: "Go and find a dictionary for me."

Song De nodded and said: "That's right, prepare the name early, and when our young master and young lady are born, there is no need to rush to think of a name."

After a while, Song De found the dictionary.

Mr. Song was wearing presbyopic glasses, holding a magnifying glass in his hand, flipping through the dictionary slowly. Song De stood aside and watched together, the two of them murmured.

"The word 'Cong' is good." Mr. Song stroked his chin and nodded seriously: "Smart is used to know the distance, and clear is used to detect the small. The children of our old Song family should not be blinded by one leaf."

Song De followed suit: "I think it's good too, old man, but Song Yancong, it doesn't sound very smooth."

"Heh! Who said that my good grandson must be named according to the old rules of seniority? I can choose it as I like." Mr. Song glanced at Song Zhicheng secretly, and found that the other party did not respond, so he looked through the dictionary again. After searching a few times, I found a better word.

Mr. Song pointed and asked, "Song De, what do you think of 'Qi'?"

Song De lowered his head in thought, and nodded after a while: "Kirin, an ancient auspicious beast. Good!"

The two old people turned their heads together and looked at Song Zhicheng. Song Zhicheng was staring at the computer screen, as if he didn't hear the two of them discussing the name of his child.

Mr. Song glared at Song Zhicheng, covered the dictionary, and said, "I've decided, just take one at random. What do you think of the sun's yang?"

Of course Song De felt good about it: "Song Yang? By the way."

Song Zhicheng frowned invisibly, his child only needs to be named smoothly?Isn't this requirement too low?
You Qian looked at the two old people distressedly, and finally raised an objection: "But Grandpa, Uncle Song De, the names you choose all look like little boys, but I think the one in my stomach is a girl."

Mr. Song immediately clapped his hands and said, "Just now I was looking for a boy, now I'm looking for a suitable girl."

Song De reopened the dictionary and handed it to Mr. Song.

Mr. Song turned the page and said, "Is it Jingyi?"

You Qian shook her head: "It sounds nice, but it's so ordinary." When she was in school, there were two Jingyis in her class...

Old Man Song continued his efforts: "I'll give you another pick..." The pages of the dictionary were flipping through, and after a while, Old Man Song said, "Yes, call me Zijin, right?"

Song Denian said: "Qingqingzi caress my heart..."

You Qian: "...Grandpa, I think you can take whatever you take so casually."

Song Zhicheng secretly said: He thinks so too.

Mr. Song closed the dictionary, gave You Qian a blank look, and said, "You girl, you still despise the name that Grandpa gave you... Who will let the person who should name his child ignore it?"

Well, this person obviously meant something.

After Song Zhicheng heard this, he still sat still.

Mr. Song had no choice but to say: "Okay, anyway, there are still eight or nine months. During this time, I looked through the dictionary every day to think about it. Our Chinese language is extensive and profound. I don't believe that I can't find a name that echoes my grandson."

Song De looked at the dictionary and asked, "Old man, are you going to turn it over?"

Mr. Song waved his hand: "Put it back. I have to think about the name carefully, but we can choose a nickname first."

You Qian's eyes lit up instantly: "Grandpa, let's call you Baby."

Mr. Song blew his beard and stared: "Call out on the street, a group of people are all babies, such an uncreative name, no way..."

You Qian smiled, letting Grandpa and the others be happy.

As soon as Aunt He came out of the kitchen, she took a tray and put snacks and fruits on the coffee table. After listening to a few words, she laughed and said, "In my opinion, it's the same as our young master's nickname, so take an ordinary one."

As the old saying goes, the cheaper the nickname for a child, the easier it is for the child to support.

With a word from Aunt He, some people in the mist were awakened, and Mr. Song said, "That's right. Not long after Zhicheng was born, his grandma gave him a cheap name. No, these years, he has been able to withstand falls and fights." Yes, how healthy is it?"

You Qian was very curious: "Huh? Grandpa, Zhicheng has a nickname? Why didn't I know it before?"

Mr. Song raised his eyebrows: "Of course! It's called..."

"Ahem!" Song Zhicheng, who had been sitting still, finally cleared his throat. He raised his deep black eyes, stared at Mr. Song, and said solemnly, "Grandpa... You should stop when you are too late."

Mr. Song was immediately displeased and asked: "Stinky boy, what do you mean when enough is enough?"

Song Zhicheng glanced at his grandfather sideways, his eyes faint...

Mr. Song choked, "Ahem..." After a pause, he turned to You Qian and said, "Qian Qian, let's continue discussing how to give my grandson a nickname."

You Qian took a peek at Song Zhicheng, and saw that his earlobes were red at some point, which is really rare, so what is his nickname that makes such a ten thousand-year-old iceberg face feel embarrassed?
You Qian felt uncomfortable scratching her cheeks and lungs, and wanted to ask her grandpa to tell her, but her grandpa didn't seem to want to say it anymore, so she struggled back and forth, so You Qian had no choice but to say, "Should I be called Lele?"

Lele, happy, happy...

It can be used by both girls and boys.

Mr. Song shook his head: "No! It's too ordinary."

You Qian asked speechlessly: "Grandpa, what kind do you want?" The family members disagree, so it is difficult to reach an agreement.

Mr. Song said: "For the older generation, the lower the name, the easier it is to support. My dear grandson, I don't want him to be rich and powerful, as long as he lives in peace for the rest of his life."

"Let's call it Gousheng." Mr. Song said with a final word.

"..." You Qian: "Grandpa, are you serious?"

Mr. Song blew his beard: "How can you tell that I'm not serious?"

You Qian pouted and said, "It's better to be called Hei Pi."

Mr. Song thought for a while, then nodded: "Black skin is also fine."

You Qian finally felt relieved, knowing that grandpa was joking, she stretched out her hand to stroke her belly, feeling that the child's great-grandfather was too narrow-minded, and her own heart was up and down, fortunately, she didn't call it a dog leftover, and she should be blamed by the child to death in the future.

Mr. Song made a final decision: "Then it will be called Heipi."

Song Zhicheng, who had been quiet all this time, finally closed his notebook, turned his head, looked at Mr. Song and You Qian, and said coolly, "I will take both the big and small names."

Mr. Song couldn't help complaining: "After tossing for a long time, I dare to be blamed."

Song Zhicheng rubbed his brows, not intending to argue with his grandfather who lived and went back sooner and later, and made a final decision: "The nickname is Gun Gun." After leaving the words, without explaining why it was called Gun Gun, he turned and went upstairs.

You Qian and Grandpa were stunned at the same time.

After a while, Old Master Song raised his eyebrows at You Qian, and said, "Look, what Grandpa said is right, Zhicheng is a gourd with a saw-mouthed mouth, don't look at his mouth and say nothing, he has already thought about it in his heart."

"Grandpa, I believe in you, but..." You Qian pursed her lips and smiled, the father of the child was looking forward to the birth of the child as much as herself, which made her feel sweet in her heart.

You Qian approached her grandpa and lowered her voice extremely low, "Grandpa, can you tell me what Zhicheng's nickname is?" It can't be called Gousheng, Heipi, Dazhuang... or something, right?
Like a thief, Mr. Song glanced upstairs several times. After confirming that there was no one there, he said in a very low voice, "It's called Egg... Egg's Egg."

Eggy and Gousheng, Heipi are the same.

"Pfft..." You Qian couldn't hold back her laughter, but when she looked up, she caught a glimpse of Song Zhicheng standing upstairs with her eyes narrowed slightly, looking extremely dangerous.

　Author: Roll, do you think your name is cute?Escaped Gou Sheng, Hei Pi, Da Zhuang... and Song Jianqiang.

　　Song Gungun: It's better to be called Song Jianqiang.

　　Author: ...Go to your dad, your dad took it.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)