Husband is the president of the president [Comprehensive]

【About Naming】

After three years of marriage, Keigo Atobe refused to agree to have a child for the two of them.

As a result, he was seduced by the little girl and forgot the measures. Soon after, two red lines appeared on the pregnancy test stick. After he had a headache, he quickly acquired several mother and baby companies, which can be called vigorous and resolute.

A certain person got his wish and decided to name his future child by taking advantage of his rise one day.

After looking through the dictionary for a long time, I was still unsatisfied. Finally, I ran to the office and was hugged by Keigo Atobe with his long arms. I adjusted my posture and put it on my lap. The secretary exited and closed the door with great interest, and put up a sign saying "Entrance prohibited". .

His chin rested on her neck, and his voice became lazy: "I haven't thought of a name yet, huh?"

"no!"

Su Ti was furious: "It's too difficult to get."

Complaining that the allusions to Japanese names are too obscene and violent, and the quilts tied around women are actually convenient for coughing anytime, anywhere, and they can be called whatever they are born.

For example, people built by the well under the pine tree are called "Matsui",...

"Yeah." The young master responded perfunctorily, hugged her tightly, and irresponsibly followed the words of the young wife to make a conclusion: "Then just call it Shushu."

Also elegant.

"..." Su Ti raised her hand and patted him in embarrassment.

"I was wrong."

Atobe Keigo sincerely repented, and quickly corrected it: "It was the sofa, it should be called Shasha." After speaking, he hesitated again, uncertainly: "Or is it called Qinqin?"

What is in this man's head?Su Ti wanted to cover his mouth.

so ashamed...

Atobe Keigo grabbed her hand, and the sound quality of Qingci approached her ears. He sincerely recommended: "Or Cheche? Atobexuan is also good."

Xuan means Yuanche.

That is...

Asshole, Su Ti covered his ears: "Don't say it!"

He reached out his hand, still enthusiastically discussing the name of the child, pecked her on the face, and said solemnly: "I think about it, it's not bad to call it a table table."

Just when he was about to refute, Su Ti made a small sound. He raised his eyebrows, slipped his hand under the skirt, and hooked out the underwear with a familiar movement, his breath was a little disordered: "...It's been three months, I think it should be held Father-son meeting."

Su Ti: "..."

The author has something to say: If you stay up late, your liver will come out, and you will die of sleepiness.

I fell asleep at ten o'clock, so I gave cookies and a few red envelopes.