Nangonglin didn't know what she was thinking, looking at the warm picture in the ward, she looked disappointed.

Xia Yuxun looked at Xia Molin a little hesitantly, and Xia Molin glanced in the direction of Nangonglin, then sighed and nodded to Xia Yuxun.

After Xia Yuxun calmed Leng Sichen, she looked in the direction of the door, "Daddy, come in, what are you doing at the door?"

Nangonglin's reaction was...still in a daze.

In the end, it was Nangong who couldn't stand it and pushed him, "My sister calls you!"

Nangonglin finally reacted somewhat, "Huh? Call me?"

"It's not you who else can be!" Nangong Mo took him unbearably and led him to Xia Yuxun's bed.

Xia Yuxun carefully hugged the little prince in Xiaobai's arms, "Daddy, do you want to hug?"

Nangonglin's face was dull, and she mechanically hugged the little soft guy in his arms, and then tears fell in an instant.

At this moment, he didn't even dream about it, because he didn't deserve it. But I didn't expect that I could wait until this day in my lifetime, wait until my daughter calls her own daddy, wait until she hugs her newborn grandson like this...

...

...

Naming is a big event, and the whole family mobilized.

In the living room, Xia Yuxun hugged a little bit in her arms and leaned on the sofa. On the opposite sofa, at the end of Xia Lin held the "Ci Hai" in his arms, and Leng Sichen held "Name and Life" in his hand. Next to the table, Nangonglin wears black-rimmed glasses and religiously holds a copy of Zhouyi. On the carpet, Nangong sat cross-legged silently, gnawing an apple while gnawing "New Editing and Proof of Name"...

Xia Yuxun’s gaze swept over them, and then he looked at the eldest daughter who was sitting on the "The Eighty-Eight Method of Naming" and the eldest daughter who stuck in Xiaobai’s arms and slapped "Open". The third daughter of "Yun Ming Xue", the corners of her mouth twitched...

The black eyeballs of the youngest son in his arms slid and slid along with Mommy’s sight. His small face turned left and right for a while, and finally lost interest, yawned gracefully, and buried him. Mommy's chest closed her eyes comfortably and took a nap.

The names have been discussed for so long, and still haven’t reached a consensus. Xia Yuxun then picked up the pillow next to Leng Sichen’s arms, vomiting extremely speechlessly, “Is it annoying! Just a name, you’re all quarreling. It’s been a few months! I’m just called Xia Xue, Xia Yu, Xia Bing, and my nickname is Xiaolan, Xiaohong, Xiaohei! How wonderful! It sounds good and easy to remember!"

As soon as Xia Yuxun said this, the little son who had just fallen asleep in his arms woke up immediately, his eyes seemingly sad.

Leng Sichen put down the book, his eyes were even more pitiful, and he said more earnestly, "Xiaobai is already surnamed Xia."

Nangonglin also complained and looked at her pitifully, "Yeah! Yu Xun, your surname is Xia, too. Anyway, you have so many births, let's call Nangong!"

Leng Sichen turned to Nangong Mo, who was watching leisurely, then looked at Nangonglin and said, "No matter how many are born to me, let your son work hard for you!"

Xia Yuxun nodded, Leng Sichen's words still make sense.

So, Nangonglin turned his sad eyes to Nangong Mo, Xiao Mo has no girlfriend until now, he is a little suspicious of his sexual orientation, he is really worried!

Nangong almost choked to death with a mouthful of an apple stuck in his throat. He was shot while lying down.