Jiang Beihan raised an eyebrow, his face didn't matter!

Seeing this, Song Wenxin gritted his teeth and glanced at him silently!

"Forget it, I'll do it myself!"

Is it okay for her to take her own name?

After that, she suddenly stood up and trot away.

Looking at the back of her abrupt departure, Jiang Beihan frowned.

After a while, she ran back with a bunch of things!

After returning, she climbed back to the bed, sat back between Jiang Beihan and the baby, and put down all the things she had brought!

A dictionary, a blank book, a ballpoint pen, and basic poems!

Began to look up the dictionary, looked at the Jiangbei Road seriously.

"Let's get it now, you say I remember!" Song Wen smiled, and then passed him the dictionary!

"I don't need such a thing!" Jiang Beihan raised his hand and pushed her dictionary away, saying disdainfully.

"Okay ..." Song Wen recalled the dictionary speechlessly, only to read it carefully himself!

However, after reading for a long time, she didn't know what kind of name she should give her baby!

Song Wenxin took a pen and wrote several words in the book, but they were dissatisfied and smeared again!

Several times, I didn't expect a satisfactory name, Song Wenxin sighed, reached out and grabbed his hair!

"How so hard?"

Get a name ... why is it harder than designing clothes?

Looking at her tangle, Jiang Beihan couldn't help but smile.

He opened the collection of poems on his side, black stopped somewhere on the poems, his eyes flashed ... something suddenly thought.

"Give me!" He suddenly spread his palm towards her, then looked at the pen and paper on her hand!

Song Wen felt a little hesitant before handing him the book and pen!

Jiang Beihan raised his hand and raised Song Wenxin's pen and book in his hand! Then holding the pen, quickly wrote three words on the book.

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-Jiang Zixie!

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Song Wenxin took a look at the book, and then made a mistake.

Zixie ...

This name made her feel brighter!

This name is special ...

"Why did you take this name?" Song Wenxin stared at the book for a while, then suddenly asked him curiously!

"Just take it for fun!" He pursed his lips, replied lightly, and then put down the collection of poems in his hand. The place where he looked just now was exactly a poem ...

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——The hand that holds the child, and the old man with the child ...

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Listening to Jiang Beihan's words, playing casually, Song Wenxin was ashamed and looked at him silently ...

Can't he just snack on his son's name?

"Well, let's think about it ..." Then, she continued to look through the dictionary ...

Hearing that Jiang Beihan frowned, immediately raised his hand, took the dictionary in her hand, raised his hand, and threw the dictionary out of bed ...

"Isn't it my name?" He said unhappyly.

"Who told you to play it casually?" Song Wenxin slipped his lips, who asked him to say that his name was casually played!

"Stupid!" Jiang Beihan was amused to see her aggressive face, and then couldn't help raising her hand and gently pinching her face!

Scolded by him again, Song Wen dissatisfied and slapped his hand away!

"Funny!" Jiang Beihan tickled his thin lips and explained in a low voice!