"What babble?" Liang Qian leaned over to listen with a speechless expression, and then suddenly realized, "It turns out to be a little princess!"

But what about the two little princesses, younger sister or older sister?

"Eh, oh, oh..."

"Good little princess! Good little princess!"

"Yaya……"

"Okay, say hello to BOSS for me and tell him that we will deal with the company's affairs, so that he can take a vacation with peace of mind!"

"Yeah..."

"Okay, thank you little princess!"

...

Yu Chifei's face was full of black lines.

Listening to Liang Qian's serious conversation with a kid on the phone, Leng Sichen, Xia Yuxun and others were also speechless.

Looking at the lively little daughter, Xia Yuxun shook her head helplessly. Not only did her eyes look the same as hers, but her personality was exactly the same as when she was a child, so it was so noisy.

Compared to her younger sister, the older sister who was born a few minutes earlier and had the same eyes as Leng Sichen was much quieter.

Xia Yuxun felt a little comforting, but his eyes fluttered into the corner. My sister was crawling towards the sleeping pudding, and then a hungry wolf pounced on the pudding in her arms and ravaged...

Uh, it turns out she was wrong. Both are little demons, but one is dominant and the other is recessive.

Green Zijin, Youyouwoxin. Even if I don't go, Zi Ning will not hesitate?

Qing Qing Zi Pei, I think leisurely. If I don't go, Zining won't come?

Inspired by the poem in Xia Yuxun's love letter, the names of both sister and sister finally got their name.

My sister's name is Leng Zijin.

My sister is Leng Zipei.

But what about another one?

It is really a headache to name the three children at once.

The youngest child of Leng’s family is completely different from the two sisters. He is lazy all day long. Except for feeding and sleeping, he doesn’t care much about everything outside. The only thing that can arouse his emotions is to hold him away from Xia Yuxun’s arms. , So that it is difficult to see his character.

The child was very sticky to Xia Yuxun and couldn't do without her. Ever since Xia Yuxun gave birth, Leng Sichen was beaten into the cold palace and could only sleep in the study every day.

Xia Yuxun looked at her son's laziness and thought for a while and said, "This kid is like a koala, who is lazy all day, so call him Leng Yangyang?"

As soon as the idea came out, it immediately attracted the contempt of everyone, and even the son in his arms woke up from his sleep again.

Finally, when everyone was talking about it, Xiaobai blinked and said, "Isn't there a ‘zi’ in the poem?"

"Another one? Where is it?" Xia Yuxun read the poem in his mind in confusion, then the corners of his mouth twitched slightly, "Xiao Bai, wouldn't you mean...Zining?"

Xiao Bai nodded.

"However, these two words seem to be not nouns in the text, but the subject-predicate structure..." Xia Yuxun gnawed his nails, thinking.

"Does it matter?" Xiaobai asked back.

"Uh, it seems... it's okay! But it's a coincidence! It's all at once!" Xia Yuxun couldn't help sighing.

Leng Sichen nodded with satisfaction, "Zining...this child is the quietest one, so it is appropriate to use the word'Ning'."

Xia Yuxun immediately said proudly, "Hey, I didn't know the prophet back then, and even the three children's names were early foreshadowing!"

Finally, everyone nodded unanimously.

Thus, the last little guy finally had a name: Leng Zining.