Chapter 1206： Extra Story Name (1)

study.

Feng Qian was lying on the desk, with a heavy dictionary in front of her.

She bowed her head, her long hair fell down her shoulders and slid on the cold table.

Next to it is a scratch paper, the original white paper has become messy at this moment.

Feng Qian held a pen in his hand, held it with his fingers, and casually poked his cheek with the cap of the pen.

Occasionally, she would write a few scribbled words on the scratch paper, but they were quickly erased by her.

What makes Feng Qian difficult is what to name the baby.

As soon as the little guy was born, the mark of the main **** on his forehead was lit up, and he was the main **** destined by birth.

You can't just pick a name to fool you, Feng Qian still wants to be more serious.

But...it's kind of hard.

Between coaxing the baby and choosing a name, Feng Qian chose the latter, but it turned out that choosing a name seemed to be a little more useless.

She raised her hand and scratched her hair, and finally gave up struggling and lay on the table weakly.

Her beautiful eyes were also half-closed, and she didn't want to move at all.

Might as well... just call Mu Xiaoyan...

Uh……

It doesn't seem to work. It is estimated that the little guy will question her when he grows up.

Feng Qian decided to take it slow and lie down for a while.

master bedroom.

Mu Yan sat beside the crib, his eyelashes drooped, and he looked down at the sleeping baby inside.

The mark of the Lord God on the little Lord God's forehead is golden, and the beautiful color is flowing, very similar to the light gold in His Highness's eyes, with a bit of blurred and dreamy beauty.

Mu Yan hooked his lips, a very light arc, but very gentle.

The slender and white fingers slowly stretched out, and gently touched the child's face.

He smiled lightly, his voice very soft.

The baby's eyebrows and eyes are very similar to those of Qianshen, and they are very cute, especially the eyes.

Other facial features are very similar to him.

He couldn't help remembering that he was in the forbidden area and looked at Qian Qian, who was still a baby.

He never regretted it and picked her up.

After confirming that the baby was asleep, Mu Yan got up gently, closed the door, and walked to the study.

He lowered his head to open the door of the study and looked up.

The little girl was sitting in the seat, her head resting on her arms, and she fell asleep without heart, her long hair covering half of her face, and there was a faint tendency to slip.

He paused slightly and approached slowly.

Walking to the table, Mu Yan looked down at the scratch paper in the girl's hand.

It was painted in a mess, but it was very cute.

The corners of his lips lifted slightly, and he went around to the girl's side, bent over, and raised his fingertips slightly, pulling the hair that was blocking his face behind his ear, revealing that delicate and fair profile.

The corners of His Highness Mu Yan's lips curled unconsciously, he lowered his eyes, wrapped his fingers around Feng Qian's knees, and hugged her into his arms slightly.

Very gentle princess hug.

Feng Qian also woke up, and after the eyelashes trembled slightly, some misty eyes opened.

After seeing that it was His Highness, she rubbed slightly, raised her hand and hooked His Highness's neck.

The little girl's voice was a little confused: "It's hard to get a name..."

Mu Yan wanted to carry Feng Qian back to the bedroom, but when he heard the little girl say that, he changed his mind and took her to his seat.

Let Fengqian sit on his lap.

"Qianqian any ideas?"

Mu Yan's eyes fell on the messy scrap paper, and he patiently asked the little girl in his arms.

Feng Qian blinked and said in a low voice, "Mu Xiaoyan..."

She did think about it.

So... very honest answer.

Mu Yan was stunned for a while, then looked down at Feng Qian.

He pursed his lips slightly and said in a low voice, "I would have thought Qian Qian was calling me."

"Mu Xiaoyan?"

Feng Qian called out again. Eyes also blinked.

Mu Yan felt a little helpless, raised his hand and scratched the tip of his windy nose.

He looked at the dictionary in front of him, and after a moment of silence, his voice was calm: "It's better, he and Qianqian are better."