When Pei Yingshi's son was seven or three years younger, he asked a very embarrassing question one day.

It was the day of the Mid-Autumn Festival reunion in the mortal world. Hua Mian and her six men, Cheng Huan's five children, Lian Ruo and Xiang Shen, Bai Mei and Le'er, plus Huai Fan, everyone gathered together for a feast.

In the midst of the staggered light singing and dancing, Xiao Qi suddenly jumped down from Pei Yingshi, ran to Hua Mian and said, "Mother, I counted, you have a total of six children, but why am I called Xiao Qi?" ”

His voice was soft and glutinous, not very loud, and it didn't even overshadow the sound of music, but everyone present listened to it without exception.

The next moment, all eyes were focused on Kang Muning. The deep meaning in that gaze is self-evident.

Kang Muning glared back at everyone one by one, and then said angrily to Hua Mian: "When you named Liu'er and Xiaoqi, did you have a bad brain? Can't you call them Little Five Little Six? ”

Pei Yingshi was afraid that the world would not be chaotic and said: "No." She didn't count you among the five of us, but put you and the six children in one category. ”

Everyone couldn't bear to laugh when they heard this.

Kang Muning looked at Hua Mian viciously: "Do you really think so?" ”

Hua Mian looked at Mochizuki speechlessly, why would there be trouble every time he just let them get together? She sighed and said to Kang Muning with a serious expression: "Actually, I thought about this earlier than Xiao Qi. So, between you and Ah Sha, I agree with your words even more. ”

Kang Muning said angrily: "Tell the point." ”

"I really didn't have a lot of brains when I named them."

Kang Muning's anger suddenly disappeared when he heard this, and he snorted coldly: "I announce that from today onwards, Liu'er will be renamed Xiao Wu, and Xiao Qi will be renamed Xiao Liu. ”

"I don't want to change my name!" Five-year-old Liu'er snorted angrily.

Kang Muning blew his beard and glared: "How can you have a little girl here to speak, if I ask you to be called Xiao Wu, you have to be called Xiao Wu." ”

Liu'er's mouth deflated, and the tears fell down: "I don't want to call Xiaowu, I want to call Liu'er." Brother Xuan said that he liked my name the most. What if I change my name and Brother Xuan doesn't like me anymore? ”

"If a man doesn't like you because you changed your name, it only means that he doesn't like you in the first place, so don't want such a man." After the words fell, Kang Muning turned his eyes to look at Ji Lingzhi, "Don't you think your daughter is a little precocious?" ”

Ji Lingzhi shrugged his shoulders and said disapprerovingly: "Tong Yan is unscrupulous, why take it seriously." ”

Kang Muning disagreed: "I don't think so." You don't care about the child, let her mess with Xuan'er, and wait until something happens one day, I'll see how you end. ”

How uncomfortable Ji Lingzhi was to hear this, he retorted: "What can happen to the two of them?" Are you fed? I'm curious to see what kind of children you can teach. ”

Kang Muning sneered: "We might as well compete to see who teaches the better children." ”

Ji Lingzhi said unconvinced: "Compare and compare, who are you going to teach?" ”

"Teaching my own children, of course."

When everyone heard this, they all looked at Hua Mian's belly, and asked her if she was pregnant.

Hua Mian's cheeks were hot: "What do you see me doing?" I haven't skimmed it yet. ”

As soon as she finished speaking, she saw Kang Muning suddenly stand up and pull her forward. Hua Mian tried to break free of him, but he was firmly clutched. She was puzzled, "What are you doing here?" ”

Kang Muning glanced at Ji Lingzhi provocatively, and then the corners of his lips hooked: "Go and write that one." As he spoke, he dragged her away from everyone's sight, leaving a table of people looking at each other.

Twelve-year-old Bao'er looked at Kang Muning's distant back, and then swept her gaze over the men in Hua Myanmar one by one, and finally said thoughtfully: "At this moment, my mother's harem has gathered three generations of ancestors and grandchildren. If they have another child, should they call me brother or uncle? ”

When everyone heard the words, the rice sprayed the rice, the wine sprayed the wine, and the choked cough, how lively the scene was.