Chapter 177

Listen to often porridge heart a soft.

Yes, just before Xiao Conghua entered the pavilion, he ran out again.

Porridge sister like flowers, she will bring the best flowers to porridge sister.

With this belief, little guy Leng is shuttling in the sea of flowers for a long time.

However, her short legs could not reach the sunflower at all, so she had to find it where she could. It took her a lot of time.

Although it's just a bunch of sunflowers on the table, it's really full of shallots.

If you think about it, you can roughly predict the journey of xiaoconghua. It's really not easy for you to know.

Reach out to touch the small scallion's cerebellar pouch melon.

"My sister likes it very much." Like flowers, also like shallot flowers.

With a warm smile in his eyes.

"Xiao Conghua knows that congee sister must like it!" The little guy's voice was full of joy, and she knew sister Cong would be happy.

Small short legs on the stool back and forth, obviously in a good mood.

Chang Cong took back his hand and picked up the bouquet on the table.

Probably because the little guy has been holding in his arms, there is still some warm smell on the flower stem, which is obviously the little guy's temperature.

The flowers have just been picked. They look fresh.

They are young and full of vitality.

Chang Cong does not insist on the saying that flowers should be on the branches and should not be picked.

On the contrary, she felt that if there were flowers that could be broken, they should be broken. Don't wait until there were no flowers.

Let the life of flowers stay in the most beautiful time, it is not a kind of value, a kind of joy.

Of course, she would not say that she was right or wrong.

After all, everyone has different ideas. There's no need to make others like you, right?

At least she felt the joy of this moment.

"I'll make a wreath for the shallot." Often porridge slanted partial head, to lie on the table of the small scallion said.

"Really?" The little guy was obviously very interested. He immediately raised his head from the table and looked at Chang Cong with a look of expectation.

"Naturally, do you want shallot flowers?" Chang Cong looked at the bouquet in his hand. Anyway, it's a waste to keep it. It's better to make a wreath.

It happened that the little ones picked irregularly, most of them with some flower stems.

And flowers are not big, are very young, but just convenient to do wreath.

"Want to want to want, shallot flower want to wreath!" The little guy swung his legs, jumped directly from the stool, ran to Chang Cong, looked at her, and then looked at the flowers on the table. His eyes were full of surprises.

"Well, sister, I'll make it up for Xiao Conghua." Changcong smiles at xiaoconghua. It's better for a little guy to like it.

She had made it up before, but she hadn't played it for a long time.

Fortunately, we know the general steps, but we won't be in a hurry.

Often porridge porridge seriously made up the wreath in her hand, and the little guy was lying beside her, watching eagerly.

From time to time, he poked the wreath gradually formed in his hand.

"Does xiaoconghua want to learn?" As soon as Chang Cong lowered his head, he saw the joy in the little guy's eyes. He couldn't help laughing.

"If you want to learn, can sister conghou teach xiaoconghua?" This words obviously said in the little guy's heart, Xiao Conghua nodded repeatedly, a clever little appearance.

"Of course It's not a big deal, but she didn't think about it at first.

I didn't expect xiaoconghua would be interested in this.

Of course, I am willing to teach her.

"Yes The little guy made a winning gesture.

"Poof..." Chang Cong finally couldn't help laughing. The little guy was too cute.

"Well, flowers may not be enough..." turning around, I wanted to teach Xiao Conghua, but I found the problem.

Allium fistulosum is small after all. There are too few flowers to pick.

Just now I just wanted to weave a wreath for shallot, so I didn't care so much about congee. How could I look at the wreath in my hand.

The flowers on this table make a wreath just right.

Now if xiaoconghua wants to learn, it is obviously not enough.

Chang Cong frowned. Why don't you take it apart and do it again?

Looking at the hand to do a quarter of the wreath, often porridge a little hesitant.

And xiaoconghua didn't think so much about it.

"Then go to pick the beautiful flowers with the little scallion!" The little guy said that she was going to run outside. She was going to learn how to make a wreath!

Xiao Conghua is tired at this meeting. In order to learn how to make a garland, she is going to pick flowers again!

Chang Cong's hand to tear down the wreath just stopped and quietly filled the place that he had just pulled down.

Well, just now she was distressed that the little guy was running around too hard, so she decided to take it down and make do with it.

But obviously, I think too much. I don't want to make do with it.

The bouncing ones went out to pick them again.

It's a pity that my feet limit my movement. If I have to go out, I'm afraid it will help.

So ah, just wait for the little guy to come back!

Chang Cong sighed, lowered his head and continued to correct the wreath in his hand.

This is what she made up for xiaoconghua. Naturally, she should use some thoughts.

But I didn't expect that the little guy just ran down the stairs and came back.

Often porridge raised his head, how so fast?

But see the little guy empty handed, obviously did not start to pick, and then straight to Fengting Mo on the past.

Pulling the sleeve of Feng Tingmo, "Baba, I can't reach xiaoconghua. Go with xiaoconghua!" It turned out that when the little guy ran out to look for beautiful flowers, he found that they were too high.

Even if she jumped, she couldn't reach it. She could only watch it.

There are not many people at the bottom. What's more, the little ones have to be good-looking. Naturally, they can't pick much.

It's hard for xiaoconghua. She can't pick it, but she has Baba!

That's what happened.

The little guy dragged Feng Tingmo's sleeve and went out, looking very anxious.

Feng Tingmo's face is helpless.

The man was sitting upright and well-dressed.

This is going to be dragged out by the little guy with his sleeve. It's really funny.

Tall man, just dragged out by a little guy, how strange to see.

Obviously, the man also realized that the current picture was not very good-looking. After the little guy dragged him up from the stool, he directly reached out and held the little guy in his arms.

All of a sudden, the position of exchange, the initiative in the hands of men.

As he watched, Chang turned his mouth. Sure enough, this man never put himself in a passive position