Chapter 431

Feng Ting Mo didn't delay any more and turned to leave.

Just before closing the door, he gave Chang Cong a warning look. Chang Cong choked with blood in his throat. This man is so annoying!

First of all, she gave people such an illusion, which made her happy in vain. When she was about to leave, she had to make a warning look. If she didn't care that the little guy was still watching, she would have to fight with Feng Tingmo again.

Obviously, XiaoCong Huasi is not aware of the strange expression between her conghou sister and her Baba. After Feng Tingmo's figure disappears completely, the little guy rolls on his bed happily again.

The bed is big enough for the three of them.

However, the court was not so noisy, often porridge porridge is to think of another now seems extremely important thing.

"Shallot flower, you first play here for a while, porridge sister back to take a pajama to sleep, OK?"

Chang Cong and Xiao Conghua are discussing.

Before only she and Xiao Conghua sleep together, although the pajamas don't look very appropriate, but there is no big obstacle, so Chang Cong doesn't insist on it any more.

But it is obvious that the situation can not be thought as before, and then let Chang Cong sleep with them in his pajamas with an extra Fengting mo. Chang Cong can't cope with it.

Always feel strange, so often porridge firm decision, must go back to change a pajamas.

Once again, she promised to sleep in the same room with that man, which is the bottom line of constant gruel. She doesn't want to disturb her mood with other things.

"But isn't sister Cong already wearing one?"

Shallot flower crooked crooked small head, don't understand of ask a way.

She said the one she used to wear for porridge, but she chose it for sister porridge. Doesn't sister like it?

"If sister congee doesn't like it, Xiao Conghua will find another one for sister congee. Xiao Conghua has a lot of pajamas!"

Shallot flower patted his small chest, quite righteous said.

After a moment of doubt, the little guy immediately put the matter behind his mind and tried to get out of bed.

Anyway, she has a lot of pajamas, there will always be a porridge sister like.

For her sister porridge porridge to wear their own pajamas, the little guy has the same obsession as the mystery.

Chang Cong obviously didn't expect that the little guy would say so, but with a bitter smile, he stopped Xiao Conghua who was trying to get out of bed.

"No, no, it's because Cong Cong's sister's pajamas are too small to fit, so she wants to go up and get her clothes down."

I can only explain to this little guy patiently.

Then promised: "sister promise, get clothes down right away, OK?"

The little guy pursed his mouth: "all right."

You can't let sister porridge sleep in uncomfortable clothes. The little guy still understands this very much, although it's a little pity that sister porridge can't wear the same clothes as herself.

"Let's go with Cong Cong sister."

Soon the little guy will smile again and climb under the bed again. She will go to get the clothes together with sister porridge and then sleep together.

Chang Cong laughs, but he doesn't stop Xiao Conghua's action. Anyway, the little guy is bored in the room, so let's go with him.

This time, there was no other accident, except that when choosing pajamas, the style was different from the little guy's eyes.

Of course, it ends with the victory of changcong.

When they came back to the little guy's room again, Feng Tingmo was already sitting at the little table of Xiao Conghua. It seemed that he was looking at something in his hand. It was about the company.

"Baba."

Feng Tingmo obviously had already taken a bath and put on his household clothes. His hair was still wet. Xiao Conghua rubbed against him and sat on his leg.

Feng Tingmo stretched out his hand to help the little guy climb up.

Chang Cong discovered before that this man didn't have the habit of blowing his hair. After taking a bath, he left his hair wet.

It's really awkward to see Chang Cong.

"Sleeping with wet hair is not good for your health. It's easy to have a headache."

Do not know for what reason, often porridge looked at, put his heart out, when he realized what he had done, his face flashed a trace of embarrassment.

Well, she cares what this man does

The man raised an eye to see often gruel one eye, inside the eye is taking the dim and unidentified look, often gruel is inexplicably looked by the man's eyes some uncomfortable.

If you don't blow, you won't blow. It's very awkward to see what she does.

"Yeah, Baba's hair is wet."

However, after hearing Chang Cong's words, Xiao Conghua climbed up again and touched Ting Mo's hair. Unexpectedly, she felt the wet on her hand.

The little guy naturally wiped his wet hand on Feng Tingmo's pajamas without any consciousness.

Feng Ting Mo looked down at the finger print on his chest. He didn't say anything. Instead, he turned his eyes at Chang Cong.

As for Feng Tingmo's habit of cleanliness, she was really worried that Feng Tingmo would throw out the scallion flowers she was making.

It's still his own. I'm not willing to leave the court.

"Well, you blow it for me."

The man's light words, it is often porridge petrified in situ, she suspected that he just lost his mind, heard the wrong.

"What did you say?"

Chang Cong's face is a little unclear. He looks at Feng Tingmo's eyes and signals him to say it again. He must have heard it wrong. Otherwise, what's wrong with this man? Let him blow his hair!

She's not his servant!

However, men's cheekiness is obviously far beyond Chang's expectation.

Because the man deliberately slowed down the speed of speech, his face is still so invincible expression, as if this is a big gift to Chang Cong.

"You blow it for me."

This time, she heard the sound of grinding her teeth.

This man is really annoying as always!

The man didn't care about the ugly face of changcong. Instead, he held the little guy up. Because the little guy just moved, he rowed down.

But the little guy in his arms didn't appreciate it. Instead, he broke away from Fengting Mo's arms and went to the washroom.

Feng Tingmo didn't care about her, so he arranged some messy clothes in his spare time.

"I'm not your maid!"

Often gruel gruel to control their efforts, try to calm said.