"Boy, I am your dad, why are you crying..." Tang Chong was speechless!

But the child cried even harder.

"Give me the child!" Jiang smiled bitterly.

"I..." Tang Chong didn't want the child to continue crying, so he gave the child to Jiang Weiwei.

He looked at the child in his arms with a slight affectionate heart: "People are pregnant for ten months, but this child is fine. I stayed in my stomach for ten years... After I was born today, I feel that something is missing!"

"After all, it's the flesh on you!" Tang Chong smiled.

"What name do you mean to give our children?" Jiang Weiwei said.

"This..." Tang Chong was a scumbag, and even his eldest daughter Tang Baoer was founded by his own father!

"No, you must name it!" Jiang Weiwei snorted.

"I think about it..." Tang Chong stared at his son.

Suddenly, his eyes fell on the cloth hanging on the child, and there was a burning flame on the cloth!

He had a sudden inspiration and said, "It's better to call it Tang Yan, which means that our children are like flames. Tang Yan is not nice, Tang Yan is the best... As for the nickname, Tang Huohuo... what do you think!"

"Tang Yan...Tang Huohuo!" Jiang Weiwei murmured carefully.

At this time, the child in his arms grinned after hearing the name, and his smile was very sweet...

It seems like I like this name very much.

"Brother Tang, what do you think our children will be like in the future?"

"That's all right, it must be romantic!"

"What a romantic, do you know? I'm worried that he won't get a wife now!"

“…”

"What if the child becomes autistic after thinking about it?"

“…”

"Do you think this child will have a wife and forget her mother when he grows up?"

"Didn't you just say he can't get a wife?"

"That's the assumption..."

"Ah, probably!"

"Ahhhh!"
Chapter completed!