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"Yes, I'm back." Zhao Chengfeng answered. Although he had a smile on his face, he always felt uncomfortable. Shouldn't the hostess be Xia Bingbing?

I don't know what kind of expression Xia Bingbing wants to know when Jiangling takes her child to the Zhao family. It's estimated that she will chop herself with a machete in her anger.

"Xiaofeng, wash your hands and eat." Murong frost dotes on his son, more and more feel that his son has the ability.

No matter how many beautiful wives there are, but the red flag is still flying outside. Look, it's not so bad. My grandson has sent it back. The key is that the grandson is so lively and lovely. He is a copy of Zhao Chengfeng when he was a child.

"All right."

Zhao Chengfeng answered and went in to wash. After washing, the whole family had been sitting around. Zhao Tian sat with his grandparents, while Zhao Chengfeng sat with Jiangling.

Today's Jiangling has long lost the ferocity of the eldest sister in the south-east. Some of them are just as gentle as Chen Shuxian, just like a good wife and mother. Every smile and frown makes people feel warm.

Not only that, Jiangling's sex appeal is irresistible. Anyway, sitting close to each other, Zhao Chengfeng can't stand it.

"You know it's not easy to go home." After eating a few mouthfuls, Zhao Feilong glared at Zhao Chengfeng and said, "now that all the children have children, it's time to stabilize them. Why are you running around all day long?"

Zhao Chengfeng frowned and said, "there are some things I have to do. Otherwise, even if I settle down, I will feel uneasy."

"You boy this temperament, ah..." Zhao Feilong shook his head, did not continue to talk.

Murong frost is naturally toward the son, can't help but stare at Zhao Feilong, no good way: "eat your meal, the son is so big, can't you know the weight? What do you want to do? "

"..." Zhao Feilong quickly shut up and didn't dare to say anything.

Zhao Chengfeng looked at the old man, heart said in the outside how dare not make that strength out?

Jiangling on one side couldn't help looking at Zhao Chengfeng more. With Jiangling's intelligence, how could he not hear anything else from this?

It seems that my husband has many secrets.

"By the way, I'd like to make an announcement." When Zhao Chengfeng had almost finished eating, he suddenly put away the dishes and chopsticks and said, "I want to change the name of Xiaotian."

"Change your name?"

"No, is it necessary? I think Zhao Tian's name is very good. "

When Zhao Chengfeng's voice falls, he is opposed by Zhao Feilong and Murong frost. As for Jiangling, he has no opinion. No matter what the name is changed to, his son is still his own son. No one can take it away, and no one can change the fact.

"Dad, what do you want to change my name?" Zhao Tian asked while eating.

Zhao Chengfeng said solemnly, "I don't think the name Zhao Tian is powerful enough. My son, Zhao Chengfeng, will be a dragon and Phoenix in the future, which must be reflected in his name."

"You have a point, but what are you going to name my baby grandson?" Zhao Feilong felt his chin and thought it was reliable. He felt a little moved.

Everyone also followed Zhao Chengfeng, even the little guy Zhao Tian now also has interest, eager to look at Zhao Chengfeng.

"Pa!"

Zhao Chengfeng first lit a cigarette and took a sip of it. Then he said, "Xiaotian is not wrong. However, it seems too monotonous and not powerful enough. I pondered it carefully before I went home. I might as well call it Zhao Litian."

"What?"

"Zhao RI Tian?"

Murong frost and Jiangling listen to the name, and their faces turn red at the same time. What's the name? How do you sound like a hooligan?

"Pa!"

But Zhao Feilong clapped his thigh and said happily: "OK, this name is good. It's Zhao RI Tian. Sun, sun, sun, sun, sun, sun, sun, sun, sun, sun, sun, sun, sun, sun, sun, sun, sun, sun, sun, sun, sun, sun, sun, sun

"That's right, and I don't know who came up with the name?" Zhao Chengfeng took a puff of his cigarette and his face was very angry.

"Don't make trouble, you two. How can you name it? It's not nice! " Murong frost stares at two people one eye, have no good airway: "after that, how to take another daughter?"

"I think it's a good name." Zhao Feilong said, "you don't care what you're going to have in the future. We'll talk about it then, as long as Xiaotian is domineering."

Murong frost rolled his eyes, "I don't care about you." With that, Murong frost looked at Jiangling again and said, "anyway, we are still called Xiaotian."

"Mom, it's the same whether you agree or not. Anyway, you can't be the master of this matter, and we can't be the master either. Why don't you ask Xiaotian." Zhao Chengfeng said happily to his son, "son, do you think Zhao Tian is a good name, or Zhao Ritan?"

The child didn't understand these doctrines at all. He raised his head to think about it and said, "let's call it Zhao RI Tian. Dad, I believe you are good for me. I listen to you."

"Look, look!"

Zhao Chengfeng was overjoyed and said, "I said Xiaotian would like this name. Don't you believe it?"

"This..." Murong frost also has a headache. I didn't expect that the good grandson would make such a choice. He immediately shook his head and said, "forget it, I don't care about you. You can call me whatever you like. Anyway, it's not my son."

"Oh!

Zhao Feilong said with a smile: "old lady, don't you be angry. Isn't Zhao Ritan a good name? Don't think about it. After dinner, we have a good chat. We haven't stayed together for many days. "

Zhao Feilong has said so, Murong frost can't refute it any more. Besides, there's no way to refute it. Other people's grandchildren all agree, but can't they agree?

"Well, it's not that a family doesn't go into a family." Murong frost sighed and began to eat.

After dinner, Fubo took his children to play in the yard. Murongshuang and Jiangling got into the kitchen and began to take care of them.

"You won't go home if you have nothing to do. Let's talk about something in the study." Zhao Feilong took a deep look at his son and walked into the study with his hands behind his back.

Zhao Chengfeng wanted to retort, but after thinking about it, he finally followed in. Indeed, Zhao Chengfeng now has too many questions in his heart. Although he is not very reliable, he has a lot of experience and may be able to give himself a lot of help.

"Sit by yourself." Zhao Feilong went into the study and sat down on the sofa with a golden sword. He was full of domineering spirit, which was out of tune with the old unorthodox image.