Chapter 180

He didn't say much.

He deliberately lowered his pace when he left, and it is reasonable that she didn't find it.

"By the way, Baba, look, the shallot flower has also made a wreath for you!" Xiao Conghua seems to suddenly think of something, with a big smile on his face, staring at Feng Tingmo.

He took the obviously larger wreath on the table in his hand and shook it towards Fengting mo.

Feng Tingmo

Chang Cong

I can't help laughing, OK!

She said why in the twinkling of an eye, this little guy made two wreaths, which obviously can't be used so much.

The original use is here!

Chang congee just wants to praise Xiao Conghua. It's wonderful, OK!

Looking at Feng Tingmo jokingly, I don't know what this man will look like when he wears a garland

Often porridge inside the mind silently brain fill some, instant smile more obvious.

His face was ruddy because of his smile.

About is often porridge sight is too obvious, the man turned his head, light looked at her.

Chang Cong

I was honest for a moment.

Although there is no verbal communication, the meaning in the eyes has been written clearly.

Chang Cong's mouth turned and it's no use to get angry with her. Xiao Conghua made it up for him

Here, xiaoconghua patiently holds the wreath in her hand, with expectation in her eyes. Obviously, she wants to be able to praise her.

He didn't notice the awkwardness in Feng Tingmo's expression.

It seems to notice that Baba's attention is not in her hand. Xiaoconghua simply slides down from the stool and comes to fengtingmo with a wreath in her hand.

"Deng Deng Deng!" The little guy once again raised the wreath in his hand. Now he was in front of Feng Tingmo. Even if he wanted to pretend that he couldn't see it, he couldn't do it.

Can only reluctantly line of sight, pull back to xiaoconghua hand.

Seems, looks good?

The garland made of Allium fistulosum is a bit strange, full of children's fantastic ideas, but the effect is not bad, just a little unique.

If it was normal, Feng Tingmo would praise her.

But it obviously does not include the situation in front of us.

This little guy, but he wants to put this thing on his head

Chang Cong watched Feng Tingmo quietly move back. He wanted to stay away from the garland.

Chang Cong's heart is about to blossom.

Feng Tingmo, Feng Tingmo, you have today.

Always in the face of small scallion, how can this man take the initiative to stay away, too late to get close, look inside will be full of doting.

Where like today, although the look inside is still doting, but obviously with uncomfortable.

It can be imagined that he really rejected the garland.

It's estimated that what he said to him now is shallot flowers, so this man can endure it.

If other people dare to say these things now, they would have been torn apart by this man

Make complaints about the porridge, and silently Tucao in the heart.

But think about it. How can such a man accept wearing a wreath.

The style of painting doesn't match at all

Understanding is understanding. Chang Cong doesn't want to explain anything to a man.

This man usually treats her so badly that he always bullies her.

This will be able to see him eat shriveled, often porridge happy too late, but also to explain for him, it is impossible, OK!

He even moved his body to make himself more comfortable and continued to watch the play happily.

There, fengtingmo is not as leisurely as changcong.

Although his face is still calm, the corners of his mouth and the retreating posture have already revealed his heart.

But in front of him was his little princess, and he couldn't do anything.

Xiao Conghua didn't care about these, or she didn't notice Feng Tingmo's psychological condition at all.

In her heart, she just wants to share her favorite things with Baba.

As soon as I learned how to make a wreath, I thought that I should not only make it for my sister conghou, but also for Baba.

Otherwise, she and her sister porridge have floating wreaths, only Baba does not have it. How sad Baba should be!

It has to be said that a child's heart is pure, not mixed with any impurities, just to show the most real ideas.

The starting point of xiaoconghua is good, because it takes into account Baba's mood.

It's just that she didn't consider that not everything she likes is suitable.

As it is now, no boy would like a wreath.

What's more, it's her boss Dad

So this will just want to give the wreath to Baba, so that Baba can be happy.

Looking at Feng Ting Mo, it seems that he is a little far away from the garland. Xiao Cong Hua frowns. If Baba can't see clearly, what can he do.

He simply supported Feng Tingmo's leg with one hand, raised his toes, stretched his little body tightly, and handed the wreath to the front again.

He could almost touch fontainomo's chin.

Man looked at shallot flower such a laborious action, eyes flashed a helpless.

But when I saw the wreath in front of me, I frowned.

"No, Dad." There's no way. Seeing that the little guy doesn't plan to leave without waiting for him to put it on, Feng Tingmo has no choice but to explain.

But men have never learned what is called euphemism, so the words are very straightforward.

Chang Cong heard the first moment, the heart is bad.

This man really doesn't know what compromise is.

If he really doesn't want to wear it, he can explain it to the little guy. Maybe the little guy will understand.

He's good. He directly and cleanly rejected the little guy. It's strange that the little guy can accept it.

She saw the joy on her face when the little guy just ran by, and she obviously paid attention to it.

With a sigh, there is still a gap between the way men and women deal with things.

Fengting Mo is more special. In a word, men are busy

Sure enough, as soon as Chang Cong's thoughts came down, he saw the little guy's face changed.

Originally up the corner of the mouth, directly shriveled down, eyes inside with grievances.

Feng Tingmo obviously didn't realize that what he said just now would produce the present scene. He just said that he didn't need it. How did this little guy become like this

Some helpless want to touch the head of xiaoconghua, and xiaoconghua just because of his words put down the hand holding the wreath, put on the chest position.

The body also retreated because of this action, Feng Tingmo's hand awkwardly stopped in the air, and finally took it back.

The face is still so calm, but there are some fluctuations in the eyes, can not see much difference.