Chapter 183

Try to look sincere.

But I was muttering in my heart. I knew I should just be a little bit more restrained

Funny is funny, but it's not good to be found by this man, so it's better to be restrained.

The more you make complaints about your face, the more peaceful your face is.

Just blinking, looking at the man opposite innocently.

Feng Ting Mo's eyes were cold. Naturally, he knew that this woman's expression was made up.

She just choked her smile until her face turned red.

But it's obvious that Chang Cong is going to pretend to the end. Anyway, this man can't give any evidence and can't do anything about himself, so what else can she be afraid of

The expression on his face was even a little complacent.

This will look at the man, but also put him wearing a wreath look at a real.

With a smile in his eyes, it's really weird

Chang porridge estimates that what men want to do most is to take off the wreath on their heads.

Notice the banter of Chang Cong's expression, Feng Tingmo's cold feeling is more serious.

Often gruel uneasily partial head, she still don't continue to tease him, otherwise will have their own good fruit to eat.

Strong desire for survival, let often gruel gruel face expression to normal mode.

There's no way. Xiaoconghua won't have anything to do, but she's not sure.

I'll avoid ending up in a mess for a while, and I'll decide that it's better to be more restrained

Looking at Chang Cong's eyes, Feng Ting could not take back his sight.

The woman's proud appearance just now is really a hindrance

But looking down at the little guy's eyes, it became helpless.

Xiaoconghua is having a good time, constantly adjusting the position of the wreath on Fengting Mo's head.

"Yeah, that's good!" Xiao Cong Hua slaps her hand and looks at the wreath on Feng Tingmo's head with satisfaction.

Obviously, after her unremitting adjustment, she finally reached her favorite position, and the little guy decided to stop.

"Well." Feng Tingmo seems to want to say something, but when he touches the little guy's sight, he just spits out a "um".

And the little guy probably felt that he had finished a big task, and he would no longer stay with Feng Tingmo.

He slipped off his leg and took a few steps back to his original position.

Take off another unused wreath on the table.

"This is sister Cong's!" Little guy tooted his mouth, a cute little look, sweet smile.

"Thank you, shallot." Often porridge porridge did not seal court Mo so many things, direct calm way thanks.

He took down the original one on his head, "can you put on the scallion flower for sister congee?" Often porridge bent over, close to the shallot flower, convenient for her action.

"Of course Little guy will not refuse, but very happy.

Gently on tiptoe, put his little hand up at one stroke, put the wreath on the head of Chang Cong.

I also arranged the position carefully, wearing more appropriate.

"Wow, sister Congcong, have a good look." Often porridge raised his head, Xiao Conghua looked at the appearance of often porridge, while dancing and clapping said.

Xiao Conghua tilted his head and continued to add: "well, it's better than Baba!"“ Poof... "Hearing Xiao Conghua's words, Chang Cong could not help laughing.

This meeting she can imagine that man's face, absolutely not good-looking where to go.

Sure enough, often porridge quietly squint at a look, the man's face can really say even black than ink.

Men themselves should also know that this appearance is absolutely not good-looking.

Just because of the presence of shallot flower, so I couldn't bear to take it off.

But the little guy didn't realize the reluctance in Baba's heart at all. He still stabbed a small arrow in his heart.

Chang Cong takes her eyes back, and she's beginning to feel sympathy for Feng Tingmo

Chang Cong Cong wisely did not continue this topic, sipped his mouth to stop laughing.

"Put on the garland, too. My sister made it up for you." Chang Cong shook the wreath that she put aside and motioned the little guy to put it on.

Xiao Conghua cleverly went to Chang Cong, and let her put on a wreath and a bracelet made of two flowers on her hand.

"I love shallot flowers!" As soon as he put it on, the little guy turned around and touched the bracelet on his hand and the wreath on his head with his fingers. He obviously liked it.

"Porridge sister, Baba, small scallion good-looking?" The little guy tilted his head and looked at the two people in the seat.

"Shallot flowers are the best!"“ Good looking. " The two answered at the same time.

"Yes Get the answer you want, the little guy instantly become more happy, waving his hands, turning the circle.

"Xiaoconghua, congee, elder sister and Baba all have pretty wreaths!" Chang Cong is very happy. After all, she really likes the wreath.

As for Feng Tingmo's psychology, I don't know

After playing enough, the little guy went back to the stool again, swaying his two short legs and talking to Chang Cong.

There are many strange things in the words, most of which are done together with Baba here.

Although there is no point, but often porridge porridge also small guy mouth know some things that did not know before.

Of course, it's just everyday things.

Feng Ting didn't know when he had taken the wreath off his head and put it aside.

Xiao Conghua was busy sharing her joy with Chang Cong, and she didn't notice it.

Men did not participate in their conversation, just quietly looking at the sea of flowers around, people can not understand his ideas.

Only when the little guy calls him will he say a few words.

The atmosphere was pleasant.

Finally, the little guy is tired of playing and plans to go back.

This time, I didn't jump down by myself, although Chang Cong was ready to go on like that.

Because this time XiaoCong flower is here, naturally, it is impossible for her congee sister to work so hard.

So in the end, in the voice of the little guy shouting to refuel, Feng Tingmo carried Chang Cong to the wheelchair.

Although the man's face was cold, it was obviously because of the shallot flower.

But Chang Cong said thanks politely. Then he sat on the wheelchair and was pushed out by the man again.

She didn't take over the wheelchair until she returned to the flat land. She was more comfortable on this kind of road.

The little guy has not forgotten whether he will push his sister, so he will still try.

Chang Cong didn't stop him. After all, it would be on the flat ground. He could help push the wheelchair, so that it would not happen on the gravel road again.