Song Ci was carried home by her aunt, and as soon as she entered the yard, she raised her little milk voice and called her father.

"Dad, I'm back! I've got a gift for you!"

Song Chunguang glanced at the gift in his little niece's hand with a smile, looking forward to seeing his brother's expression when he received the gift.

Song Chun'an changed into clean clothes, and when he saw it, he came back to take a shower.

Song Ci glanced at the two arms exposed under the half-used two-strand red vest on his body, and pursed his lips in satisfaction.

This is called cold white skin, and it can't be tanned.

If she inherits her father's skin, how much skin care and sunscreen can she save in the future!

"Daddy has a gift!"

Song Ci smiled flatteringly, and raised the acacia wreath in his hand to put it on his head.

Song Chun'an looked at the green, green and white wreath and fell into deep thought.

How could he tell his daughter tactfully that his head was more than as thick as her little neck?

Song Chunguang saw his brother's embarrassed expression as he wished, and smiled contentedly and prompted:

"You can wear it around your hands and neck. Song Ci made it up by himself, and his hands were pricked a few times, so he wanted to make a gift for himself. ”

Song Chun'an's face twitched faintly.

How much does his daughter hate him, this is a disfiguring headshot, right?

Song Ci listened to her aunt's performance for her, smiled more and more sweetly, and raised her hand to give her father a gift.

If it weren't for the fact that no one in the village raised pigeons, she would have wanted to catch a group of pigeons and release them as a background for peace!

What a scene!

It's a pity that the actual conditions don't allow it, so I have to settle for the next best thing and only hand out the "olive branch".

However, flowers with beauties are also very appropriate.

Song Chun'an half-hung a pair of sleeping phoenix eyes that couldn't wake up, swept over the garland that was unfriendly in all aspects, and then went to look at the girl who was so happy that she only wagked her tail, silently raised her hand and took the garland.

There was a sharp stabbing pain in his fingertips, and he immediately let go, watching the murder weapon fall to the ground with a blank face.

"Daddy?"

Seeing the carefully prepared gifts being thrown away, Song Ci twitched his liver carefully, and there were two bubbles of tears in his eyes.

Song Chun'an turned over his palm, and a small drop of red blood secreted from the finger that was pricked.

knew that his daughter wanted to take revenge on him.

"Ah, it's bleeding!"

Song Ci exclaimed, hurriedly pulled his father's big hand, puffed out his cheeks first, and then opened his mouth to lick away the blood bead.

Song Chun'an watched expressionlessly as she spat on her hand, and spit out again when one bite was not enough.

"I'll help my dad disinfect!"

Song Ci explained solemnly and smiled at him flatteringly.

That's not how the script works!

She had obviously removed the thorns in the wreath in advance!

The peace gift becomes a sharp weapon to hurt people, her father won't think that she is deliberately trying to fix him, right?

Song Chunguang held back his laughter and had a stomachache.

She knew that her younger brother loved cleanliness, and he hadn't dragged slugs since he was a child, and it seemed that he hadn't even drooled much when he was teething when he was a child, let alone a finger pencil or anything;

Since marrying Li Shengnan, who is also exquisite, the two of them are famous in the village for their hygiene, and no matter what time it is, they are all clean and tidy.

Unexpectedly, he would also be spit on by his daughter one day! He spit out several times!

Song Chunguang's arms trembled while holding his little niece, and he couldn't wait to catch her watery little face and kiss her a few bites!

It's a pity that I didn't dare.

I'm afraid her brother will be angry.

An Zike holds a grudge very much, his jokes are not so good-looking, and he has not been ugly a few times since he was so big.

Song Ci looked at the fingers coated with disinfectant in front of him, looked up and smiled at his father, and said sweetly:

"No bloodshed, baby awesome!"

Song Chunan was about to cry stupidly by her daughter.

Glancing at the third sister who was about to pull over with a smile, he raised his wet fingers expressionlessly and wiped them on his daughter's body.

Song porcelain: !!

Song Chunguang: Hold back, you can't laugh!

Song Chun'an wiped the saliva off his fingers, ignored the failed gift on the ground, picked up his daughter's little hand and opened it to see, and his brows were twisted.

"The next time you dare to play with such a thorny thing, I will punish you for peeling chestnuts, peeling a big bowl, and not giving you food. ”

Then, with a bow of his head, he took the little fingers of his daughter, who had been pierced a few times, and spat one by one.

Song porcelain: !!