"My little princess!"

Jing Tingge's ears were a little buzzing, looking at the ability of this big boss daddy, "What about your mini version of the prince?" ”

Ji Yicheng let out an "oh", his tone was cool and cool,

"It's good that Lao Tzu can give him a big name, and a small name makes him want to go!"

[Here, a certain cub who is lying in the crib is sad and flows backwards:

Daddy, you just bully your son and can't speak, don't you! Don't take you so sexist and disgusting!

Woowoo┭┮_┭┮......】

……

Jing Tingge had already laughed out loud,

"Ji Yicheng, you're not kidding, are you?"

"Wife, do you think I'm joking?"

"Then your son and daughter are treated differently...... It's really a bit big......"

"Then who called him a brat!" While speaking, Ji Yicheng snorted, and glanced at the crib next to him with disgust,

"Otherwise, it's as I got up before, Sugar Candy Fruit, the little cub is called Sugar Candy, and the little princess is called Guoguo."

"Hahaha......" Jing Tingge laughed so hard that his shoulders shook, "Then I guess your son will hate you in circles for the rest of his life!" ”

Ji Yicheng saw that she was smiling happily, and raised his eyebrows quite happily,

"So just wait for him to think for himself! Anyway, the little princess is called Britney, wife, do you think it sounds good? ”

Looking at the big boss blinking his starry eyes and begging for praise on his face, Jing Qingge glanced deeply at the Boss mini version in the crib with great sympathy,

"It's good, what is it, Ji Yicheng, why don't you call your son the little prince?"

It's hard to really let people think for themselves!

Son, come to save you for your mother!

……

Ji Yicheng raised his eyebrows, he has always agreed with his wife's decision with both hands and feet, and he definitely didn't dare to say a word.

"That's it?" Jing sang and laughed.

"It's good if you think it's good."

"Of course it's good, Prince, Xiao Tiantian, it's so smooth to connect together."

"Done!"

So, the nicknames of the two little ones were also finalized.

[A certain little prince was so heartbroken in the crib that he couldn't help himself:

Forget about my father, I don't count on it, but mother, listen to what you said, what 'it's better to call the little prince if it's not as good as a son', that tone, how casual, how reluctant......

What about the mother who said it was good? Why did you scribble your son's nickname with such a sloppy attitude...... Ordered ......]

The little princess shook her little feet in the crib, brother, your sister rewarded you with a tear of sympathy.

So, the two little milk bags suddenly cried together.

……

The husband and wife, who had just become fathers and mothers, hurriedly coaxed.

Ji Yicheng stuffed the little prince into Jing Tingge's arms, of course, he was very careful in his movements, and hugged the little princess by himself.

Looking at the little cub in his wife's arms, Ji Yicheng frowned, "Dump Bao'er, why do I call my son 'master'?" ”

Prince, Prince......

Jing Tingge was stunned for a moment, almost not smiling, "Come on, come on, Xiao Chenye, say hello to your father." ”

A certain little man was lying on Mommy's chest, and his posture revealed a cold and glamorous little emotion of "I really don't want to pay attention to my son".

The big boss is gone, and he died.

Is it too late to throw the little cub out of the window? →_→……

The two children fell asleep obediently after feeding, and the parents looked at the cute little ones sleeping soundly in their arms, and couldn't help but smile at each other.

Ji Yicheng suddenly remembered something, took the mobile phone on the bedside table, took Jing Qingge's hand, and carefully put the little hands of the two babies in the palm of their hand.