"What else can you do if you don't want this name?"

"Xixi just doesn't want it!"

With a pouting mouth, Xixi opened her head while feeling aggrieved, thinking, she really doesn't want this name, otherwise what should she do in the future.

It was precisely because I thought about not knowing what to do in the future that I felt anxious to cry.

She didn't know that the name she had been called was so difficult.

"Call dad!" After a long time, the little girl said.

"No, your name is Qi Yuncheng. What's your father's name? Are you still scrambling your name with your father? Are you able to talk crosstalk on stage? Can you sign up for a dish? Can you tell me the burden?"

Song Yi didn't understand her daughter's brain circuit at all. Instead, she hugged Song's mother, who was respected, and smiled, "She wants you to call her dad!"

Song Father: "…"

"Mom, I won't be joking like this."

Song Yi is now full of trouble, and more and more people are unable to deal with at home, but he secretly glanced at his father, and his father seemed to have no reaction to his mother's words.

There is no way there is a reaction, their mother is the biggest!

"Oh! I'm writing about my daughter, write your name well, and give you chicken legs for dinner."

Once again, Song Yi tempted her daughter to write her own name. If she couldn't even write her own name well, what else can she do in the future?

It’s not that I got her a Qi Xixi, but that the Xi had already reduced her difficulty by half.

Being tempted by her mother, the little girl could only pick up her pen and follow the word Xi, but it was really difficult, because it was like several words crowded together. It would really cost her life if a child wrote such details.

Not to mention that she has only learned to write such difficult words. Over the past few years, she has also written one, two, three and some simple words!

When writing the lower part on the right side of Xi, the little girl was so in trouble. She didn't know how to turn in some places. Looking at her mother, she was crying, "Xixi can't write well! No matter how she can't write well, what should I do in the future~"

"Stop doing it, ask you to write your own name, why do you cry like this?

You are still early before the college entrance examination. Sister Lan Lan got a super good score this year! A bunch of colleges robbed her, so you have to surpass your dad, so you can go to junior high school.”

It was really funny to teach her daughter to write names, but not to mention that she couldn’t write well in kindergarten, she might not even be able to write well in the word Xi when she was in the first grade.

So after she kept writing the extremely ugly and undistinguished word Xi, the mother finally let her go. However, just after letting her go, Xixi got up and went to find her mother's cell phone.

"What are you going to do? Call your dad to complain? As for? Write a name?"

"…"

Xixi didn't answer, picked up her phone and found the phone book and saw a phone number. Without saying a word, she pressed her little finger and hit her.

Although she is only over three years old, she doesn’t know how smooth she is when playing with her mobile phone.

However, it was not Qi Yuncheng who spoke on the other side of the phone, but Guo Degang.

"grandfather!

Why are you giving Xixi such a difficult name! Ah~ Xixi doesn't want to write a name~~"

"Oh hey!"

Guo Degang is in the backstage of the program team at this moment, and he is usually busy, but Xixi is so sad that he is scared.

It seems like a huge grievance.

Don't mention how uncomfortable it is.

And when she felt uncomfortable, she was not even more uncomfortable as her grandfather.

"What's wrong with Bai Sugar? I'm so crying?"

Song Yi looked at her daughter and called her, and told her loudly, "Master, I'm teaching her to write a name. She doesn't like her name."

There are many strokes of the word Xi, but Guo Degang didn’t know it, “I knew that there was such a scene since the day I named it. It’s been a few years and I finally came.

It’s okay, baby, if you don’t call it Xixi, you can call it Baitang, the nickname I gave you!”

Mengran Xixi seemed to have a savior. Yes, she seemed to have such a nickname, but only grandpa called her that, others

They all like to call Xixi.

But the next second, Song Yi spoke, "Daughter, although there are not twenty paintings of sugar, there are also sixteen paintings! Think about it yourself how much the difference between twenty and sixteen?"

"…"

While holding the phone, Xixi looked at her little hand. After all, she didn't know how to add or subtract.

"It's almost the same!" Song's mother couldn't help but say something while holding Jing Sheng and coaxing her.

"Ah~~"

After getting the answer, Xixi collapsed, "Xixi doesn't like grandpa anymore. Grandpa chooses such a difficult name for Xixi!

"

The phone hangs up!

Guo Degang in the program team was stunned. He was so angry that he didn't have such an aggressive word from the little girl. How could he be hated?

I was hated by the little girl, so I can't stand it.

Such a cute girl.

I quickly wanted to call the phone, but after a while, the staff came over to remind me that the program was about to start, and there was no time yet.

Give him a hurry.

I wish I could leave and ask clearly.

However, you can't let others wait, you can only talk about it after you finish.

"You are really making trouble for your grandpa? Are you tiring today? You still dislike giving you such a good name?"

"As long as you don't call this name, Xixi asks her mother to beat her!"

Turning his head to look at his mother, reaching out to her little hand, looking proactive. Song Yi was stunned when he saw the little girl, and had never seen this operation before.

He is really worthy of being a crosstalk girl, and he doesn't play according to the routine.

If she really wants to make trouble, she can definitely clean up.

It's hard to do if you say this.

I don’t want to write my name, I would rather be beaten.

"Okay, wait. When your dad comes back, I will let him deal with you if he spoils you. What else can you do."

Put away all the words she wrote, Song Yi looked down and didn't know what she wrote.

The word Xi does not look like the word Xi.

Ghost painting talisman is just like.

"It seems that it is really not a learning material in the future. Isn't this mentality just a poor student?"

Song Yi was speechless, not Guan Xixi, and began to deal with the things he bought today. He had to go to kindergarten, and all the items were prepared one by one and the names were written.

After writing her name, she watched TV series alone in the cool living room. As for her son with her parents, she didn't need to watch it too much.

It's just a time to feed milk.

But when I thought of something, I suddenly picked up my cell phone. The little girl called the master just now and had to tell me the specific reason.

Maybe you worry about what you are like.

But I didn't answer the phone.

Guo Degang is already doing a show now, and his mobile phone is also placed on his assistant. I don’t know how long it will take to finish.

There is no way, so I can only wait for dinner before talking to him.

This girl is getting more and more courageous day by day.

Now he is only over three years old, nearly four years old. If he was in his teens, he would be afraid that Deyun would be overwhelmed.

Time passes by minute by minute.

It was past 1:00 pm to past 5:00 pm.

Song's mother started cooking at home, while Song Yi and Song's father watched Jing Jing coax him to play. Xixi was getting bigger and bigger, and he was the same. He would be one year old in a few months, and he could have another one to play.

But at this moment.

Guests came to home.

Who else can it be? It's Guo Degang.

Guo Degang was speechless when he heard the little girl's words.

This is more difficult than letting him say three crosstalks in a row.

So when I entered the door, I went to find the little girl, "What's wrong with Baitang today? I suddenly got along with my name? Wasn't it okay before?"

Seeing that the master was so anxious, Song Yi cried and was really here.

"She just needs to be cleaned up."
To be continued...