Young Master’s Favorite, Where is She Going?

She usually talked loudly, fell on her side when sleeping, and retched when eating...he was afraid that she would have fetal gas.

Feng Lidan said many times that the child is not that vulnerable, but he is very nervous.

Wen Xiaoai pulled Jun Moyan to the stall, picked up a brush, and asked:

"Jun Moyan, I haven't asked you yet. After the baby is born, what name should I use?"

"first name?"

He hadn't thought of this yet.

"Yes, the baby must have a name, everyone else has it."

"Ok……"

Jun Moyan thought for a while and asked: "Then do you want the baby to be yours or mine?"

He doesn't have the idea of ​​passing on from generation to generation. It doesn't matter who the child is named after, just watch Wen Xiaoai happy.

"With you."

Wen Xiaoai didn't even think about it.

In the human world, when he was Jun Moyan, the only brother and grandfather of the Jun family were kind to him, but he still moved away from the Jun family.

Later, it was also because she had completely separated from the Jun family.

He was even more alone when he was a soul-suppressing beast.

If the baby is surnamed Jun Mo Yan, he will have an extra companion.

"You want to follow me?" Jun Moyan asked with a smile.

Wen Xiaoai nodded: "Well, the surname is Jun, the surname is Junmo Yan, the surname is not good."

Jun Moyan couldn't help but smile, and wanted to say that the Soul Suppressing Beast was neither a last name nor a first name.

"Hmm... Then call it Junyi."

"Junyi? One, two, three?"

"Ok."

"So casual?"

As if he hadn't thought about it seriously at all.

"Simple, easy to write, can be used by boys and girls, isn't it?"

Wen Xiaoai suddenly, it turned out to be simple for her to write.

"It doesn't matter, it's okay to be more complicated, I can learn it slowly, I can definitely learn it."

Wen Xiaoai's words reminded Jun Moyan.

"It's better to be more complicated, so complicated that you can only recognize but not write."

"Why?" Wen Xiaoai was taken aback, how did this change again.

Jun Moyan stretched out his hand and squeezed Wen Xiaoai's small face, with a domineering tone: "It's good if you can write my name alone, and you don't need to learn from others."

"Jun Moyan, sleep in the jar at night, you are so sour." Wen Xiaoai wrinkled her nose in disgust, but couldn't help but smile happily.

"I am serious."

"I don't care, the baby's name is meant to be called for a lifetime, not casually, at least it must be nice, as nice as Jun Moyan."

"Then I think about it."

Jun Mo Yan thought about it seriously.

Wen Xiaoai held a pen, tilted his head and looked at him, waiting.

"Did you think of it? Tell me first when you think of it." Wen Xiaoai asked in a low voice, afraid to interrupt his thoughts.

Jun Moyan took the brush from her hand and wrote on the yellowed rice paper.

"Jun...ten...what's the word behind?"

Wen Xiaoai knows the first two.

Jun Moyan made the last stroke, put the brush aside, took her hand and walked forward.

"Hey Junmoyan, you haven't told me yet, the name is still there."

"I'll tell you when the baby is born."

Wen Xiaoai broke away from his hand, ran back to the stall, picked up the rice paper with the name on it, and blew the ink on it, then folded it and put it in the clothes on his chest.

"Little dear, everything here is wicked, try not to get close or carry it with you."

When Jun Moyan saw this, he would unfold her skirt and take out the paper.

Wen Xiaoai clutched his chest, took two steps back, and avoided his hand.

"No."