His sonorous and powerful tone made An Qiuji's heart drop half a beat.

An Qiuji was speechless for a while.

"Look, isn't what you wrote in your book for my mother?"

He was really childish, An Qiuji smiled lightly and took the book.

"Not really. He softly denied, unsure when the essay had been written.

......

"Are there any other people with the surname Pray?"

As soon as the little prince asked, An Qiuji immediately didn't know how to respond.

In the end, I had to touch his hair, the dark blue in his fingers, and his fingertips were slightly itchy.

There was another knock at the door.

"Enter. An Qiuji didn't get up, the sound of his knuckles touching the door panel was really familiar.

Hearing the permission, Fan Jiuyan pushed open the door.

He was dressed very casually today, with a V-neck knit sweater over a hemp gray scarf, tight jeans framing his long legs, and shiny martin boots.

Completely different from An Qiuji's white coat, he exuded a cold aura all over his body.

However, this coldness melted instantly when he saw them.

"The little prince has caused you trouble, An An. ”

Fan Jiuyan smiled and caught the little guy running towards him.

An Qiuji shook his head slightly, "It should be." ”

Helplessly watching the little prince pull Fan Jiuyan's scarf and pull it hard, An Qiuji asked with a smile, "Does he have a name?"

Fan Jiuyan raised his sword eyebrows, and his inky blue eyes looked at An Qiuji.

"Let Uncle Ann give you a name?"

The little prince stopped pulling at his father's scarf, he nodded, and ran over to hug An Qiuji's legs.

"Uncle Ann, give me a name..."

An Qiuji looked helpless again, put the book in his hand on the shelf, and turned around.

"The name isn't nonsense, and..."

The little prince patted his leg, "Oh, it's not nonsense, my parents are not cultural people." ”

Fan Jiuyan smiled awkwardly, his face was really embarrassed, along with Qi'er's.

As soon as Qi Jinying walked outside the door, she heard the little prince's complaint, and her smile froze on her face.

"An'an, come on. ”

Fan Jiuyan smiled, this sentence is also familiar.

came to the word "roll" on his lips, looked at the child in front of him, and An Qiuji digested the word.

Seeing the prayer for gold that came in by pushing the door, An Qiuji thought for a moment after bowing his head.

"Little Prince, is it okay for my uncle to call you Fanjing?" he leaned over and asked.

"Jing next to the word king, Uncle An hopes that you, as the king, will be able to see more scenery in the future. ”

The little prince nodded, and Fan Jiuyan walked over in admiration and patted him on the shoulder.

"I don't think it's good enough. He smiled.

"Huh?" An Qiuji gestured to help him think of a name, and Fan Jiuyan opened his mouth first.

"Call, Van Jingxi. ”

Qi Jinying nodded, and his delicate and non-powdered face was very good-looking.

"Nozomi of hope. She responded.

When An Qiuji heard this, he was stunned, and when he saw their eyebrows, it was like déjà vu.

"Good name!" the little prince was the first to applaud.

The corners of An Qiuji's mouth rose and his chin was raised.

"An An, let's go to dinner together?" Fan Jiuyan asked him.

"No, no, you guys go to dinner as a family, I'm going to make a fuss..."

The little prince tugged at his clothes, "No, you can go too, An An." ”

Hearing him call him so, Qi Jin Ying and Fan Jiuyan couldn't help laughing.

Fan Jiuyan turned his back to Qi Jinying and showed An Qiuji an empty wallet.

"Yes, An An, how can I be willing to let my wife spend money. ”

......

"Get out, Lao Fan...", with an angry curse in his heart, An Qiuji picked up the black backpack on the table.

Still following the family of three...

(End of book)