Yan Ge looked at Gouzi's focused face, and suddenly realized that this man was so handsome now.

Shuai stayed cool.

Probably what he is now.

The dog suddenly bowed his head. Although his hand was not empty, he bowed his head and kissed him: "What do you want?"

Yange raised his hand and touched the top of his head: "Your hair seems to be curly."

A thick layer of black hair covered the top of his head with a curling suit.

The cute curly hair softens his cold features instantly.

"Um." He prefers his bald hair to the hair that he always wants to curl.

Yan Ge frowned slightly, worrying: "Your curly hair looks a little like my baby boy's curly hair."

The baby son is her. She didn't want the family of three to go outside. When they saw her son, they said, "Yeah, your son really looks like his father."

Gouzi: "What?"

Yan Ge sighed, "What if someone misunderstands that your son is your baby?"

Gouzi: "Misunderstanding is misunderstanding. I don't mind."

My mother-in-law's mind! Yan Ge gave him a bulging glance, "My son is my son, and has nothing to do with you."

Gouzi smiled and said, "Have you ever thought of giving him a name?"

Words of Song: ...

I never thought of naming her son.

She thought seriously: "You can call a name that someone can shout."

Otherwise in case anyone else learns to call her baby son.

But what's the nickname?

Yange thought, "Is the small tree tree nice? Or is it small green? What about the small leaves? The big tree tree seems to be nice too."

Gouzi: ...

Are you sure it sounds good?

He squinted and became obsessed with the improbable words of his name, and decided not to comment.

After drinking the hot porridge, Yan Ge's name finally came to mind: "Xuan Wu, let's call it Xuan Wu."

At the time, it was still a chicken that played a basal pot for the little guy.

Domineering name.

Gouzi whispered, "Xuanwu in ancient times meant a turtle."

Words of Song: ...

She changed her mouth: "Let's call it Xiaoshu."

Intuitive and atmospheric.

Gouzi: "There are no more trees in this world. It's still not good to be called a small tree. Change another one."

Words of Song: ...

He looked at Yan Song's poor face and continued to propose: "Is Chang'an good? He is the only child in Thunder Base. Everyone is looking forward to his peaceful growth. Do you think it is good to call him Changan?"

Yan Ge is already on the verge of irritability because of her name. Her own name has just been rejected by Gouzi. Naturally, she does not want to go along so easily. I do n’t want to say, "Not good. What is the use of Chang'an, some people have a lifetime If it's peaceful, if it's not happy, it's blind, and it's better to die alive. "

That makes sense.

Gouzi: "So joy?"

Yan Ge rolled his eyes at him: "I always feel like you're calling a dog."

Fake dog: ...

In the end, the baby's son's name could not be set.

This matter is not urgent, think slowly.

Yange was full of food and drink. Gouzi had put on her new son's green clothes and put her on his neck.

Her son inherited her vision and also particularly liked green.

Probably the clothes on the baby's son were too green and there was a sense of presence.

After Gouzi put him around his neck, the moment Yan Ge turned his head to see it, he was mistaken for a large piece of green on Gouzi's head.

Seeing the words staring at him, the entangled eyes, Gouzi was moved by her staring heart, walked over, and bowed her head and said, "Everything is going to get married, we, let's get married."