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Chapter 5211: A Kick...

Qiao Mu glanced at Mo Lian.

The latter immediately turned ruthless, punching "Qiuqiu" (Ball-Ball) away. He calmly pulled his wife's small hand, "Baby, let's not bother with him, let's rest early."

Qiao Mu expressionlessly raised her hand and touched her belly, "Baby is here."

Mo Lian chuckled, pulled her small hand, and kissed it hard, "You're the big baby, and he's the little baby."

Qiao Mu couldn't help but twitch her lips. "Don't call me that. Big Bao is so noisy, I don't want to become like him."

"What noisy? That's talkative, keeping you company. You talk so little, if Big Bao couldn't talk either, what fun would it be for two people to just sit in silence?"

"So you're going to make a talkative mechanical person, huh?" Qiao Mu chuckled, letting him hold her as they sat by the bed.

Crown Prince Mo lowered his head and kissed her little face, "Qiao Qiao, what name do you think we should give Mo Bao?"

"Doesn't he already have a name?" Qiao Mu yawned, trying to find a comfortable spot on him to lie down.

Mo Lian was stunned: ...

His wife, she wasn't actually planning to name the child "Mo Bao" (Mo Baby), was she? That would be hilarious...

"Oh, right, I heard you gave Kongkong a name."

"Mo Kongkong, my mother named him."

Mo Lian: ...

"Later, I thought 'Mo Kong' would be better. What if the child grows up and knows he's called Mo Kongkong, wouldn't he be depressed?"

And "Mo Bao" wouldn't be depressed?!

"Our surname Mo actually goes well with a nicer name," Mo Lian whispered to his wife. Then he looked down and was speechless.

His wife had instantly fallen asleep, leaving him behind, quietly drifting off.

What an annoying fellow, falling asleep after only a few sentences.

He lowered his head and rubbed her little face, pulling her into his arms and patting her gently. Recently, the little poker face had become increasingly sleepy; it must be the later stages of pregnancy making her tired. Mo Lian affectionately touched her face and pulled up the quilt.

If little Miss Qiao were awake, she would definitely retort, "Only your surname can go with a good name, huh? The Qiao, Duan, and Mu surnames can all go with good names too. What's wrong with Mo Bao? Big Bao, Little Bao, Mo Bao – they match perfectly!"

The next day, Qiao Mu turned over, intending to sit up, and was nearly startled by someone crawling by the head of the bed.

The little poker face, with her excellent agility, instinctively kicked out, sending the small crawling figure flying three meters away. With a thud, it crashed heavily against the door.

Cai Xiu, Cai Qi, and the others waiting outside swarmed in, brandishing their swords, their faces grim, shouting, "Who's there? Who's there?"

"Bold assassin, daring to trespass into the East Palace!"

"Waaah, waaaah!" Little Lord Guangguang cried, tears and snot streaming down his face, plastered against the back of the door, weeping pitifully and shedding golden tears.

Qiao Mu glanced at her small foot sticking out from under the quilt and silently pulled it back in. She cleared her throat, then looked seriously at the child.

That kick just now must have been quite heavy, but anyone who opens their eyes to see a head bobbing around next to them would react that way instinctively, wouldn't they? Her kick was swift, her retraction agile, her movements incredibly rapid.

Honestly, she was almost amazed by her own quick reflexes...

Qiao Mu moved her lips slightly, then asked with a serious expression, "How is it? Bring it over, let me see."