When he arrived at the old house of Fengjia, the old man happily teased the two little guys for a while, and then ordered the servant to take them to rest.
Speaking of the name, in fact, when the child was first born, it was not unimaginable, but the two people could not reach an agreement.
Chen Yinyin didn't like the name Feng Zhuo gave, and he also disliked what she came up with. In the end, she couldn't stop it. The children were all one month old and there was no official name.
Thus, this glorious and arduous "task" fell on the old man.
At least the name given by the father, neither of them would object.
"I have to think about it."
Father Feng frowned, and immediately asked the servant to move out all the books in the house, intending to quote the scriptures and give the two little guys a good name.
After all, this is his baby-like great-grandson and great-grandaughter, wishing to give them all the best.
"The boy is called... How about Feng Shijin?"
Shi Jin...
Chen Yinyin said the name silently, smoothly, and with deep meaning.
She glanced at Feng Zhuo and said, "Grandpa's name is much better than your messy names."
The man choked back: "It's a lot better than yours."
Chen Yinyin snorted, too lazy to bother him, and then smiled at the old man: "Grandpa, this name is very good."
"As for the female doll..."
While the old man Feng was meditating, Feng Zhuo spoke quietly to Chen Yinyin.
"I have thought about it, two children, one with your last name and the other with me."
"Ok?"
Chen Yinyin did not expect him to say that, and the father was also taken aback.
Then she thought for a while, and replied solemnly: "The name Shi Jin is very good, but if I have the surname Chen, it would be better to seal it with my last name."
Master Feng understands his grandson's intentions, and he is not a staid old man who values the succession of the clan so much.
"No matter the surname is Feng or Chen, it is our treasure."
In the end, Chen Yinyin decided that her son would be called Feng Shijin. As for her daughter's name, Feng Muyan, she didn't have any special meaning, she just hoped that her daughter would be beautiful and dexterous.
In this way, the naming event was settled.
In order to have a better look at the cute little grand-grandchildren, the old man Feng beats his side and hopes that his grandson and grandson-in-law can live in the old house, but...
"Yinyin recognizes the bed and can't sleep well in the old house."
Feng Zhuo spoke nonsense seriously.
In fact, he just wanted to go back to the villa quickly and be "vegetarian" for several months. Some things were not convenient to do in the old house after all.
What's more, if someone is thin-skinned, and it is not an environment that makes her feel absolutely safe and familiar, she will definitely not let it go.
Tonight, he must eat meat.
Upon hearing this, Chen Yinyin glared at him dissatisfiedly.
This guy is really enough, it's too much to throw the pot on her!
She retorted: "When did I say..."
Before he finished speaking, he was interrupted by the man.
"Knowing you are not used to it, you must go back to the villa tonight, good."
As he said, he still stroked her hair "indulgently" with a smile.
It's so high-sounding, who on earth has to go back to the villa
"Grandpa, actually I think the old house..."
At this moment, Feng Muyan's cry came from the baby's room. It should be that she couldn't find her mother when she woke up, and she couldn't feel the familiar smell and environment, and she was not used to it.
The crying, the milky voice was so sweet, and everyone felt anxious when he heard it, and he wanted to hug it in his arms immediately.
Before Chen Yinyin could react, Feng Zhuo was faster than anyone else and entered the baby room first.
"What's up with her?"
The servant said: "The little lady should be hungry."
"hungry… "
Feng Zhuo didn't react for a while, until Chen Yinyin walked in.
She was a little embarrassed, and said to the servant: "Go ahead, I'll do it."
After the servant went out, she saw Feng Zhuo still staying there and urged: "You go out too, I will feed my daughter."
"Ok?"
Feng Zhuo still didn't understand why the feeder needed him to go out.
"You... hurry up."
She blushed and pushed him out, then closed the door.
It wasn't until the cry that came from inside the door faded that the man finally recovered and understood why she was ashamed.
After coaxing her daughter completely, Chen Yinyin opened the door of the room and met the man's mocking eyes as soon as she looked up.
"What are you doing?"
Chen Yinyin glared at him and walked around him.
The man stretched out his long arm, raised his hand to block the door frame, and leaned close to her.
"Shy?"
Chen Yinyin curled her lips and said, "What's shy? What's so shy about me."
The man held her finger, a little ambiguous in his smile.
"I haven't seen what you look like, eh?"
"whispering sound!"
Chen Yinyin snorted and resolutely denied that she was shy.
"Now that the children are awake, then... Let's go home, Mrs. Feng."
In the last three words, he deliberately used a joking tone to create an extremely ambiguous atmosphere.
"Huh, you hold the baby!"
Chen Yinyin turned her head and glared at him, what kind of thing was this guy thinking about
Having said that, when she saw someone holding a baby, she couldn't help taking her daughter from him.
That's it? Is this dad really dear? She has a little pity for her poor little son...
Feng Shijin was in Feng Zhuo's arms, not crying or making trouble, staring at him with a pair of black almond eyes, not looking too calm and calm, not like a one-month-old baby at all.
Feng Zhuo also stared at him.
The father and son looked at each other like this for a long time, and then Feng Zhuo said coldly: "Hey, kid, I'm your father."
Obviously, Feng Shijin could not understand what he was talking about, but it was also a coincidence that as soon as Feng Zhuo’s voice fell, the little guy’s head stopped, and there was a real sense of "too lazy to care about you". .
Chen Yinyin couldn't help laughing: "Look, your son doesn't want to care about you."
"Smelly boy."
Feng Zhuo stretched out his hand to her: "Give me my daughter, this stinky boy gives you."
Seeing his appearance, the woman couldn't help laughing.
"Mr. Feng, how old are you? How angry are you with the baby..."
Feng Zhuo pursed his lips and held out his hand.
At this time, Feng Muyan, who was lying in Chen Yinyin's arms, had a reaction, and she actually reached out to him, as if she was begging for a hug.
The man proudly raised his eyebrows at Chen Yinyin and put his daughter in his arms.
I have to say that the feeling of holding a daughter and a son is completely different.
He probably understood why Grandpa wanted a girl in Feng's family so much.
Feng Muyan's black grape-like eyes rolled around, her eyebrows and Chen Yinyin were very similar, but her nose and mouth were more like him.
Such a lovely and glutinous daughter is really afraid of falling when holding it in her hand, and afraid of turning it in her mouth.
Xiao Muyan waved her pink fist. She was full of energy and was in a good mood just after she had eaten and slept. She gave her father a lot of face.
Seeing him like this, Chen Yinyin couldn't help but said: "As a father, you have to treat you equally, and you can't give preference to girls over boys."
"That's natural."
Feng Zhuoman responded casually: "A series of training and growth plans have been drawn up for him, and I attach great importance to it."
Chen Yinyin looked down at her son who knew nothing in her arms, and sighed secretly: Poor little guy, it's too miserable!