"Oh..." Ye Qiqi responded, looking down at the number plate in his hand. Just as he was about to turn around and ask Mo Hanqing where they were staying at night, he felt his collar being pulled by someone. got up.
"Uh...brother??" Ye Qiqi raised his head and looked at the person in front of him with doubtful eyes.
"Third brother? Mistress? Huh?" Mo Hanqing's pair of jade-like eyes stared at Ye Qiqi with cold eyes.
"Uh...hehehe..." Ye Qiqi suddenly felt a chill coming towards her. She couldn't help shrinking her neck and said in a weak voice: "This... I said it casually in a moment of urgency... Brother... Brother Don't worry about the name, it's just a title..."
"Then why didn't you say I was your fourth brother, fifth brother, or sixth brother?" Mo Hanqing gritted his teeth and glared at Ye Qiqi. Even the fourth, fifth, and sixth names sounded much nicer than the third.
"This..." Ye Qiqi was startled and said awkwardly: "I was thinking of calling you eldest brother just now, but if your name is Ada, you will definitely be unhappy. Then I was thinking of second brother, but calling you eldest brother Your second brother, your name must be Xiaoer. It sounds like a waiter in a restaurant in the city... Thinking about it, I think it's better to call you third brother... "
As Mo Hanqing listened to her explanation, the light in his eyes suddenly became even colder.
She also thought of naming herself Ada, Xiaoer!
Then should he also thank her for finally choosing the name "Xiao San" for himself
"Third brother... No, brother, don't be angry. If you don't like this name, we can change it." Ye Qiqi saw the killing intent gradually emerging in his eyes, and quickly smiled at him and said: " How about I go back and change you to a mistress?"
"... Get out." Mo Hanqing stared at her for a long time, and finally couldn't help but say one word from between his teeth.
"Then you have to let go of my collar before I can get out." Ye Qiqi looked at him with an innocent expression.
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Mo Hanqing suddenly released his big hand holding her collar, walked straight back to the registration office, threw a piece of silver in front of the man with a mustache and said, "Change your name for me."
"Ah?" The man with the mustache raised his head and glanced at Mo Hanqing with a puzzled expression. Then he immediately reacted and quickly took down the ingot of silver on the table with both hands. He changed his lazy look just now and became extremely He asked Mo Hanqing flatteringly, "What do you want to change your name to, Master?"
"Just call me Young Master." Mo Hanqing lowered his eyes slightly, looked at the man with the mustache with some disgust, and said in a cold voice.
"Huh?" The man looked confused.
"No?" Mo Hanqing narrowed his eyes and asked with a hint of murderous intent in his voice.
"Okay, okay! You can change it to whatever you want, young master!" The man with the mustache shook involuntarily when Mo Hanqing glared at him. He immediately picked up his pen and wrote the word "mistress" on the registration book. Cross it out and write the word "Master" next to it again.
"Ha." Mo Hanqing glanced at the register with satisfaction, flicked his sleeves, turned around and left gracefully.
But he had just taken a few steps when he heard the man behind him whisper: "No matter how unpleasant the name is, it's your name anyway. Isn't Young Master just a title..."