Chapter 1376: Huanhuan's Means 2

But after returning to the Nine Kings' Mansion, after Ye Qinghuan and Murong Jiu parted ways, Murong Jiu began to go to the study and think about his daughter's name behind closed doors.

As for Ye Qinghuan, in her own room, she was eating and drinking.

A few days later, when Huangfu Yunhua came to visit his grandson and granddaughter, he asked Ye Qinghuan with a puzzled look what he had done to Murong Jiu, and how to let Murong Jiu stay in the study all day, Ye Qinghuan was happy.

"It's okay, Dad, don't worry about him, he'll be fine when he has a convulsion." Ye Qinghuan said this seriously, but she was already laughing in her heart.

Well, well, from this moment on, she felt that the amnesiac Uncle Nine was also quite funny.

As long as he doesn't step on her tail and doesn't offend her jealousy, she will always be in such a good mood.

"Huanhuan, what the hell are you doing?" Huangfu Yunhua asked helplessly, he had already hugged his grandson in his hand, but he didn't believe that his baby daughter was not bad.

"It's nothing, it's just a bet with Uncle Nine." Ye Qinghuan said, "But I didn't expect Uncle Nine to be so serious." ”

He really didn't want to lose to her? It's so serious about choosing a name......

"What bet?" Huangfu Yunhua was stunned, and then thought about it, and the person who could make Murong Jiu agree to bet now was probably the only one who was his precious daughter, right?

Sure enough, Murong Jiu couldn't escape the clutches of his baby daughter before he lost his memory, and now he has amnesia...... It's also eaten to death!

Huangfu Yunhua sighed inexplicably in his heart, feeling that he was really worried too much before, and his baby daughter was fully capable of handling all this.

Before Ye Qinghuan could answer, Murong Jiu appeared at the door of the room.

I saw that he walked in with a touch of smugness on his face, and sat down in front of Ye Qinghuan, with his eyebrows raised slightly: "Have you thought of your son's name?" ”

Ye Qinghuan rolled her eyes, and asked instead of answering: "What about my daughter's name?" Have you taken it? ”

"Of course!" Murong Jiu snorted, "Otherwise, why would I come to you?" Now, it's time for us to win. ”

Outcome?

Huangfu Yunhua glanced at the phoenix waiting next to her suspiciously, and the phoenix shrugged her shoulders, saying that she was very innocent, and she did not participate in this inexplicable war!

"Okay, men first, you say your daughter's name first." Ye Qinghuan felt that with Murong Jiu's talent, it was definitely not a problem to give her daughter a nice name, so she was not worried that Murong Jiu would lose at all.

Sure enough, Murong Jiu's eyebrows raised, and he immediately said a person's name: "Murong Yanyan." ”

Belch...... Ye Qinghuan pondered for a moment: "Is there any special meaning?" ”

"The moon is dry, drunk and clear; Mo is the meaning of people, and it will last forever at this time. Murong Jiu's tone was low, and he slowly said the poems with the mother's and daughter's names and surnames.

Ye Qinghuan's beautiful eyes narrowed slightly, Qinghuan? Smoke? Not...... Is it true that his son and himself have been left behind by him?

Hiding a smile in her heart, she nodded solemnly: "Well, a good name, poetic, and can also be combined into a poem, which encompasses the names of our mother and daughter...... It's a rarity. ”

This evaluation, give full marks!

"What about yours?" Murong Jiu was quite satisfied with her evaluation, in fact, he had written a lot of other poems, but this one he was most satisfied with, because he added the names of their mother and daughter, and finally decided on the name of 'Murong Yanyan'.

"Son's?" Ye Qinghuan blinked, nodded and said, "I think about it!" It's called Huangfu Xiaojiu, Huangfu Jiujiu, Huangfu Jiu'er, it's all right! ”

Burst!

Everyone around me almost sprayed!

{I thought about it for a long time to come up with the baby's name, because the baby is the heroine of the next book!} also added the names of Huanhuan and the baby to the poem, I feel that the brain cells have died a lot, suddenly! }