"Yes, yes, the baby is so cute, how can he be called Aotian? Otherwise... we are called Mo Lianxi, which represents my brother's deep love for you, how about it?" Mo Tiantian opened her mouth and the name came out.
However, Lin Xiaoxi's lips twitched slightly, she shook her head and said, "He is a boy, so it's not okay to call him this name."
Mo Tiantian touched her chin, thought about it seriously, nodded and said, "Indeed, it is not feasible to call this name...otherwise...call it Mo Silin?"
Lin Xiaoxi continued to shake her head.
At this moment, Mr. Mo suddenly spoke, "According to the genealogy, let's call him Mo Fugui."
Lin Xiaoxi: "..."
Mo Tiantian: "..."
Even Ye Weiwei has black lines all over her head.
Although they respected the old man and thought it would be beneficial to follow the family tree, they really couldn't accept the name Mo Fugui.
Lin Xiaoxi wanted to cry, but there was nothing she could do.
What should I do? Should she really let her son be called Mo Fugui?
She really had no choice, so she turned her head and looked towards Ye Weiwei, asking if Ye Weiwei could help her.
Ye Weiwei didn't expect Mr. Mo to use such a name. She didn't know how to persuade him, so she could only turn her head and look at Xiao Jamhan.
It can be said that Xiao Jamhan grew up under the watch of Mr. Mo. He knows very well what the old man thinks.
So, I saw Xiao Jinghan saying to the old man: "Fugui is a good name, but the surname Mo is not good. Mo Fugui is a homophone of Mo... Isn't this inappropriate?"
At first, Mr. Mo didn't react, but now that Xiao Jamhan reminded him, he immediately slapped his forehead and suddenly realized: "Yeah... it's inappropriate.
Our baby should be rich and have a bright future, so how can he be called Mo Fugui? It's still a problem with me, an old man, I didn't think well...
Jing Han, you and Cheng Xuan are good friends, come and help him think of a name. I think that brat doesn’t have any ink in his stomach and can’t come up with a good name.”
Xiao Jamhan nodded, looked at Ye Weiwei, and said slowly: "Okay, let's think about it together."
While we were discussing names here, Mo Chengxuan finally woke up in the ward over there.
He rubbed his temples, looked at Lu Zian who just came in, and said, "How are my wife and children?"
Lu Zian looked at him deeply, sneered and said, "You have the nerve to ask."
"Did something happen?" Mo Chengxuan immediately became nervous.
The corner of Lu Zian's mouth twitched slightly, and he teased: "Nothing happened, but you... It's really amazing. My wife gave birth to a baby, and before she fainted first, your kid fainted first.
We all don’t know what to say to your wife... Fortunately, your wife is simple and kind, otherwise something would have really happened."
When Mo Chengxuan heard this, his face burned up. Yes, it was indeed quite embarrassing for him to faint.
But that’s understandable, right? He was so excited.
"Can you get out of bed? If you can, go down and see your wife immediately." Lu Zian didn't feel so sorry for Mo Chengxuan. He urged him to go down, just because he was afraid that Lin Xiaoxi would be anxious over there.
Mo Chengxuan opened the quilt, jumped down, and said excitedly: "Of course...I can see my wife and children now."
"Then go. Your son looks a lot like you when you were a child... This is what the old man said." Lu Zian patted his shoulder.
For some reason, Mo Chengxuan felt a strange feeling when he heard this.
It seems that this is happiness that really belongs to him...