"But Tuantuan doesn't know what it is called..."

The little boy was excited for a moment, then became depressed and depressed again.

"Or it's called 'It's Tuantuan'."

Ning Bai thought of the little boy's usual tone, and before he could speak the name, he couldn't help laughing.

"Is it Tuantuan?"

The little boy repeated it, his voice soft and glutinous, so cute.

"This is good!"

When Jing Ming, who was named Despotic, his eyes lit up when he heard this name and immediately agreed.

"I think it's OK, too."

Ning Yiyun also nodded.

"This one..."

"Mom thinks it's good, right?"

Before Chen Zui Lan finished speaking, Ning Yiyun quickly answered with a smile.

Mom, please don’t hit you anymore. It’s really not easy to name a name.

Chen Zui Lan was not annoyed by the words snatched, shrugged, then sat on the sofa and continued to read his own fashion magazine.

As a president, Mr. Chen is busy with everything during the day and entertains at night, and his life is rich and colorful.

"Okay, that Tuantuan is called 'It's Tuantuan'!"

The little boy had no opinion. When he heard everyone agreed, he immediately nodded and agreed, and then immediately urged Jing Ming to change quickly, for fear that someone would take it first if he was slowing down for another second.

Fortunately, the name has not been snatched away.

"call."

After successfully changing the name, Jing Ming breathed a sigh of relief as if he had completed some big task.

"Then now, we need to accomplish another more important thing."

Jing Ming had a serious face, a deep gaze, and a heavy tone as if he wanted to complete something to save the people of the whole country. The little boy also looked serious, his little face was serious, and his little mouth was tightly pursed together.

"Um!"

By the way, he also made a "hmm" sound with a hunch.

Ning Yiyun and Ning Bai: "..."

Sorry, they want to laugh, what should I do?

"Tuantuan, we will post your first Weibo next." Jing Ming's expression was serious, "This is an extremely important thing, and it means that you are about to become a blogger with millions of fans!"

Ning Yiyun: "???"

Wait, it seems that the blogger is not using it here, right?

"Well! Have millions of fans!"

The little boy nodded seriously and repeated it, although Ning Yiyun seriously doubted whether she understood what a "blogger with millions of fans" meant.

"What should Tuantuan do?"

Ning Tuantuan looked at Jing Ming trustfully, like a young non-commissioned officer waiting for the superior to issue an order. Once the task was issued, he rushed forward immediately.

"First of all, we want to take a beautiful photo of Tuantuan."

Jing Ming thought about it and still looked very serious, "Then, we need to match it with beautiful words to attract more people to come."

"Typo?"

The little boy heard it awkwardly, and his previous seriousness disappeared in an instant, and immediately returned to his previous confused state: "Obviously, why should I use typos? Isn't it bad to typos? The teacher always asks us to correct typos?"

"It's not a typo, it's a wording."

Jing Ming corrected, "Anyway, it's... good words, yes, that's right, it's good words."

"Ao."

The little boy nodded in a clear way, and by the way he did not forget to remind Jing Ming: "Mingming, Tuantuan is only six years old now, so you can't always say something Tuantuan doesn't understand."

"Uh-huh!"

Jing Ming nodded in agreement.
Chapter completed!