Chapter 110

Ouyang Qing'an looked at the little girl who was kneaded. Her face was black. She finally couldn't see it. She rescued people from her mother. Looking at her red face, she glanced at Ms. Qin Minli!

Qin Minli glanced over her head with a guilty heart and looked like "I don't know anything"!

Ouyang Qing'an frowned into a Sichuan character. He took out a handkerchief folded neatly in his pocket, like a piece of tofu. He wiped and wiped the place where Qin Minli rubbed. His face was dignified, and his mother rolled her eyes in front.

Xue Xueer was rubbed a little painful, and her aunt's hands were fragrant and soft. They weren't dirty at all. She didn't have to wipe them at all, but looking at the black lined face, she didn't dare to say a word. It's hard for clean people to provoke.

She looked at Qing'an brother wiping his face, and then put her handkerchief in her trouser pocket.

Xue Xueer's big watery eyes stared at her trouser pocket tightly, and the corners of her lips were calm. It seemed that she had found something great secret, and her eyes smiled into star eyes.

Holding the chocolate in your hand, eating happily and bubbling happily.

Ouyang Qing'an didn't know what the little girl was laughing at, but when he saw the smiling face, he was even happier than himself and looked at the little girl in front of him.

It's fast to go to the county by car. If you walk with your feet, it's estimated that it will take four or five hours. Even if it's three jumps, it still takes hours. As far as she knows, there are no three jumps in the East Village.

But the bus arrived in less than half an hour and stopped at the door.

Ouyang Qing'an got out of the car and walked around from the other side. Xue Xueer sat upright with her hands on her knees. Her short legs swayed in the air. Her big black eyes flashed. She looked very clever.

A pair of big hands picked her up. Xue Xueer was a little weightless. She quickly hugged her powerful arm. As soon as she looked up, she looked up at a pair of blue eyes very similar to Qing'an's brother, but the man's facial features were as exquisite as a knife, chisel and axe, with a special charm of adult men, making people feel particularly safe.

Xue Xueer's heart beat a little fast, her voice was soft and waxy, and her face was crazy with laughter, "Uncle Ouyang!"

Ouyang Zhengkuan smiled, put the little girl down and squatted on the ground. At ordinary times, his lips rose, "xiaoxueer, aren't you afraid of your uncle?"

Last time he saw that she didn't speak, he thought his appearance frightened the little girl!

When he walked into the street before, his exotic face was often pointed out, and some people turned and ran away. The girl didn't seem to be afraid of him?

Xue Xueer blinked, her thick eyelashes were long and warped, and she smiled with cocoa love.

"Uncle is so beautiful. Xueer likes you. How can she be afraid?"

Ouyang Zhengkuan was stunned when he heard the speech. His big round eyes were pure and flawless. He looked up and laughed.

It was the first time in China that he heard someone say that he was good-looking!

Xue Xueer could hardly move her eyes. Her white and tender hands covered her mouth and her face was crazy.

Ouyang Qing'an beside is sour.

Qin Minli patted her laughing husband hard and rolled her eyes. "OK, I'm just being praised. It's going to heaven."

She will never admit that she is sour.

Qin Minli ran to the little girl with small steps, stretched her head and looked forward, "xiaoxueer, is only her uncle good-looking?"

The tone was rather murky.

Xue Xueer, "..."

Ouyang Qing'an's little head is about to explode. At this time, my mother has to put a foot in it.

The little girl looked at her with big round eyes and pink cheeks. The little milk sound was soft and cute.

"Nice, nice uncle, nice aunt. Just like a couple in the picture!"

They burst into a huge smile in an instant.

Qin Minli lifted her chin proudly, like a peacock left in the fight.

Ouyang smiled broadly and couldn't close his mouth. He looked at his wife and was spoiled and helpless.

Ouyang Qingan's heart was sour and his face was black. He finally spoke.