Chapter 147:

"OK, Yue Ping, increase strength."

"..."



Suddenly a picture flashed in my mind--

There seemed to be a voice in my heart saying: How come I am here? Why can't I speak? Where's my brother? What about Zihang? Where are they all? And why do you lie in the crib yourself? Someone is constantly pinching his face, what is the situation ...

乖 "Oh, baby, don't mess around, you see, my son is so cute." There was a gentle voice familiar to a woman in his ear.

"Your son is very cute and his skin is very good. He is tender and tender. Hey, look at him wrinkling his nose. This little guy is really like you, An Zhi."

Wu Anzhi wrinkled her nose gently. "Like it?"

The man whispered, "Much like it, it was carved out of a mold."

Wu Anzhi smiled slightly and said, "By Yu Qiu, I haven't named him yet. If you are an uncle, you might as well give him a good name."

Luan Yuqiu bowed her head and thought for a moment, "This is the eldest grandson of our family. If you want to name him, you have to call your elder brother and father?"

An Zhi frowned slightly. "Your elder brother is still abroad and my father hasn't got off the plane yet. I have a favorite name, called An Ping. An Ping, in turn, is safe. I hope he will be safe in his whole life. "

Luan Yuqiu shook her head and said, "Anping is too ordinary. It might as well be called An Mo, strange strange, sounds very personal."

An Anzhi gave him a sideways glance, "You have a son yourself and call An Mo, strange strange, I feel too lonely."

"You don't understand appreciation, does Anping sound vulgar?"

An Zhi reluctantly said, "Let his grandfather take it." Then he reached out and picked up little An Luo from the crib. He picked up the mobile phone and dialed An Guangyao's phone. "Hey, Dad , Baby is born, when do you come to see him, and give him a name by the way. "

"Born ?! OK, OK, OK! I'll be right there!"

An Guangyao flew over from the airport in half an hour, looking at the cute little baby, and loved it so much. He squeezed An Luo's face and squeezed An Luo's little hand, and he couldn't stop laughing. Good grandson, good grandson, my sweet baby is so cute, look at his face, such good skin, soft to the touch, baby sweet, don't move around! "An Guangyao said, he came over and used it. The beard's jaw pinched An Luo's cheek.

Juan Anluo: "..."

Except for the entangled silence, An Luo couldn't make any resistance. He couldn't speak at all, and the exit was the cute cry of the child Yiyi.

This is simply ridiculous! Why did you become a newborn baby?

An Guangyao hugged Anluo for a while, and then said with a smile: "So, this child is the eldest grandson of our family. He will inherit the family business in the future. I ca n’t just pick a name. Take one according to his birthday. Take a look? "

"Birthday character? Dad, do you still believe these superstitions?" An Yuqiu's voice sounded shocked.

Luan Guangyao frowned: "Don't underestimate these traditional things. My name is given by your grandpa according to the eight characters of my birthday. It is glorious, glorious. You see, business is so smooth now, isn't the name good?"

"..." Anzhi and An Yuqiu stared at each other and sighed helplessly.

The next day, An Guangyao really invited a fortune teller to come home, holding Anluo to the study, and mysteriously closed the door of the room for the fortune teller to tell Anluo.