Song Ci slept very deeply this night, and what woke her up was a burst of hunger that was difficult to ignore.

"Well, I'm hungry. ”

Song Ci muttered without opening his eyes, turned over, changed from a piece of words to a lying position, trying to suppress the empty and noisy stomach.

"Bao'er, are you awake? ”

Li Shengnan's gentle words were close to his ears, and in her difficult posture, he fed her a mouthful of sweet milk powder.

This eating posture is actually very unfriendly, Song Ci quickly closed her mouth, swallowed the warm and sweet milk powder in her mouth, snapped and turned over again, lay face up, opened her eyes and smiled at her mother:

"Where did the fairy come from to give the baby delicious milk powder? Oh, it's my beautiful mother today." Mom has worked so earth! I love you!"

Song Ci smiled and showed her mother two hearts, which made Li Shengnan laugh like a flower.

"Little grease mouth, get up quickly, drink the milk powder while it's hot. ”

"Mommy hug. ”

Song Ci stretched out his two arms without any burden and wanted to hug them.

What's cheeky? She's in her pocket!

Who told Lesbian Sheng to eat this set, she also sacrificed a lot.

"Little lazy cat, I really can't help you. ”

Li Shengnan put down the milk powder cup, sat sideways on the edge of the bed, half-picked up his daughter, leaned on his arms, and patiently lowered his head to feed her milk powder.

Song Ci smiled at her with crooked eyebrows, then held the cup with both hands, drank it in one gulp, and couldn't help but burp a cute little milk.

Song Ci's face was hot, and he pretended to be okay and said that he wanted to go to the toilet.

Li Shengnan held back a smile and did not pierce his daughter's little stubbornness.

It's also a big girl who knows how to save face.

"The toilet is outside, I'll take you there. ”

Li Shengnan put on a refreshing red slipper on his daughter, and there was a little white rabbit lying on the left and right, the one on the left was gnawing on carrots, and the one on the right was playing the guitar, looking like he was wearing a string.

But in fact, it is this new model that is sold, and a pair in the department store costs two yuan, so Vice President Xiao is willing to pay this money for his granddaughter.

"Where is this?"

Song Ci's face thickness is changing with each passing day, and she has never given up cultivation for a day, and it is difficult to make her embarrassed for a long time until now.

She actually has a secret to making such rapid progress.

That's self-hypnosis.

As long as she needs to put her face in her pocket, she tells herself that the next person to appear is the original Xiao Song porcelain.

How can a four-and-a-half-year-old child be called a disgrace when he does something? That is called innocence and nature, and it has nothing to do with the Great Song porcelain from the last days.

After that, she is still the witty, brave, honest, kind, mature, rational, tolerant and peaceful Song porcelain Ben Porcelain!

That's it.

This special skill of throwing the pot and carrying the pot is not the same as the kind of person with a split personality who is sick, it is a personal skill exclusive to her, and others can't learn it, and you don't understand it, hey.

In short, Song Ci, who quickly threw the pot once, successfully got rid of embarrassing little emotions and looked at the unfamiliar environment without any burden.

This is not like a guest house, is it grandma's house?

"Guess what?"

Li Shengnan looked at the home that had basically not changed much, and his mood was a little complicated.

After all, she hasn't been home for nearly ten years, but she doesn't feel much strangeness. Does it also show that the family cares about her and cares about her?

"Do you still need to guess this? In the family photo hanging on the wall, there are mothers and grandmothers. ”

Song Ci pointed to the photo frame on the wall and asked in surprise:

"When did you take a photograph in color?"

Li Shengnan was looking at the young and slender self in the photo and feeling nostalgic for the old days, and when he heard his daughter's question, the sad mood of the idea was all gone.

"What's so strange about this, there are color photos on the founding ceremony, you are rare and strange. ”

Song Ci wrinkled his nose and retorted unconvinced:

"When I was a child, I was always walking around the village, and I didn't know much about the world, and it was normal to see little and be weird, so there was nothing ridiculous. ”

Li Guanxiong, who was opening the door and coming in, couldn't help laughing when he heard the funny words of his little niece.

"When you were a child? When you were younger, you're only four and a half years old now. ”

Song Ci puffed out his cheeks, looked at the young man who looked elegant and looked five or six points similar to Li Sheng's gay man, and grimaced at him:

"Uncle laughed at me, and didn't get along with you. ”

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