Ying Shao is a Girl

After giving her good medicine, Ying Junchu took her to dinner again.

Strange environment, strange people, strange things.

The little slave was extremely uncomfortable.

Only by staying by Ying Junchu's side can she feel at ease.

Therefore, she tightly grasped the corner of Ying Junchu's clothes and refused to let go.

She doesn't know how to use chopsticks or a spoon, knife and fork.

Slaves usually eat with their hands.

Ying Junchu patiently taught her how to use a spoon.

This is the simplest.

She studied very seriously, and because she was so smart, she learned it quickly.

Immo and Sark were completely reduced to backgrounds.

Warmth belongs to them and has nothing to do with themselves.

The corner of Yi Mo's mouth twitched slightly, and in front of him was a scene of "father's love and daughter's filial piety".

This little girl looked really fresh and cute after changing her clothes after washing up.

Like an exquisite Barbie doll.

If the boss has a daughter in the future, she will probably look like this.

"Boss, do you want to give her a name?"

Hearing this, Ying Junchu glanced at the little slave lightly.

Immo has a point.

nod.

"I have a great name recommendation!" Immo volunteered.

"What?" Ying Junchu actually didn't believe Yimo's naming skills.

"Ziwei, Zimo, Zihan..."

"…………"

Only then did Ying Jun finally realize that Yi Mo had been so deeply poisoned by China's contemporary naming culture.

The level of naming is appalling.

"Boss, is the girl's name I recommended super nice?"

"Oh, by the way, there's more, let me look for it first..."

As Yi Mo said this, he took out his phone from his pocket, slid open the lock screen, and opened a browser...

Ying Junchu: "..."

She didn't want to talk to Yi Mo at all.

Her eyes fell on the little slave's crystal clear eyes.

Dark pupils.

Black and white.

"From now on, you can call me Qing Miao."

Qing Miao seemed to understand what Ying Junchu said. She nodded and smiled brightly at Ying Junchu, showing eight small white teeth.

She couldn't speak, and the only thing she could do was smile at Ying Junchu.

Yimo: "..." The boss didn't even accept the name I recommended!

Harmful!

I think it sounds great!

Sark agreed with Ying Jun's first name.

The spirit is like autumn water, as light as lotus.

It's very traditional Chinese women's name.

As for Imo’s naming level...

I really can’t compliment you!

"Hey, boss, why don't you give her a last name?"

Ying Junchu looked slightly calm and his eyes were slightly cold.

"unnecessary."

A surname will be mixed with too many things and involve too many things.

There is only one name, which is innocence and simplicity.

"..." Let it be whatever the boss says.

This is the boss's daughter anyway.

In Yimo's heart, Qing Miao is already equivalent to Ying Junchu's daughter.

He was raised and given a name.

What is it if it’s not a daughter?

The boss even has a daughter, but I am still single.

The difference in life!

Harmful!

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Early in the morning, Yimo was bombarded by a rapid knock on the door.

Yimo was awakened by a knock on the door and woke up in a daze.

Who!

Disturbing people’s purity!

Do you have a sense of public morality?

"Imo, get out of here!" Sark's voice came from the door.

Knocking on the door won't work, so the only option is to shout.

Sack was puzzled. When he was in the army, everyone was on high alert when sleeping. If there was any slight disturbance, they would wake up immediately and enter a state of alert.

But now, Yimo has completely degraded.

He slept like a dead pig, and he probably didn't even know the sky was falling.

Could it be that time changes a person so quickly and horribly?

Time is like a butcher's knife.

However, what Sack didn't know was that Imer's ideas were different from his. Imer believed that one should have the right spirit for any position.

As a soldier in the past, you should naturally be vigilant about everything and be prepared at all times.

Now, just work hard to make money, eat well and sleep well.