Usually she spoke loudly, fell to the side when she was sleeping, and retching when she was eating... He was afraid that she would get angry.

Feng Liyan said it many times. The child was not that fragile, but he was just very nervous.

Wen Xiaoai pulled Jun Moyan to the stall, picked up a brush, and asked:

"Jun Moyan, I haven't asked you yet. What's the name for the baby when he is born?"

"name?"

He hadn't thought of this yet.

"Yes, the baby must have a name, it's something else."

"Um……"

Jun Moyan thought for a while and asked, "Then do you want the baby to take your surname or me?"

He has no idea of ​​inheriting the family line. It doesn’t matter who the child takes, just be happy to see Wen Xiaoai.

"Follow you."

Wen Xiaoai didn't even want to.

In the human world, when he was still Jun Moyan, the only second brother and grandfather in the Jun family were good to him, but he still moved out of the Jun family.

Later, she completely broke off from the Jun family because of her.

When he was a soul-suppressing beast, he was even more alone.

If the baby is surnamed Junmo and Yan, he will have a companion.

"Have you decided to follow me?" Jun Moyan asked with a smile.

Wen Xiaoai nodded: "Well, you have the surname Jun, and you have the surname Yan to Junmo. The surname Zhenhun Beast is not nice."

Jun Moyan couldn't help laughing, wanting to say that the Soul-Suppressing Beast is not its surname or its name.

"Well...then let's call Jun Yi."

"June One? One Two Three?"

"Um."

"Is it so casual?"

It was as casual as if he had never thought about it seriously.

"Simple, easy to write, can be used by both boys and girls, isn't it good?"

Wen Xiaoai suddenly realized that it was to make her write simple.

"It doesn't matter, it's okay to be more complicated. I can learn it slowly, and I will definitely learn it."

Wen Xiaoai's words reminded Jun Moyan.

"It's better to be more complicated, so complicated that you can only recognize and not write."

"Why?" Wen Xiaoai was stunned. Why did this change again?

Jun Moyan reached out and pinched Wen Xiaoai's little face, and said with a domineering tone: "You can just write my name alone, you don't need to learn from others."

"Jun Moyan, you should sleep in the jar at night, it's so sour." Wen Xiaoai wrinkled his little nose in disgust, but couldn't help but smile happily.

"I'm serious."

"I don't care. The baby's name must be called for a lifetime. It cannot be casual. At least it must be nice, as nice as Jun Moyan."

"Then I think about it."

Jun Moyan thought about it seriously.

Wen Xiaoai held the pen, tilted her head and looked at him, waiting.

"Did you think of it? Let me tell you first." Wen Xiaoai asked in a low voice, afraid of interrupting his thoughts.

Jun Moyan took a brush from her hand and started writing on the yellowed rice paper.

"What is the word behind Jun... Ten...?"

Wen Xiaoai met the first two.

Jun Moyan took the last stroke and placed the brush aside, then took her hand and walked forward.

"Ai Junmoyan, you haven't told me yet, and you haven't got your name yet."

"I'll tell you when the baby is born."

Wen Xiaoai broke away from his hand, ran back to the stall, picked up the rice paper with the name written on it, blew the ink on it, then folded it, and put it into the clothes in front of her chest.

"Xiao Guai, everything here is full of ghost energy. Try not to be close to you or carry it with you."

Seeing this, Jun Moyan wanted to pull her clothes and take out the paper.

Wen Xiaoai covered her chest, took two steps back, and avoided his hand.
Chapter completed!