Song Ci went back to her aunt's house, slept for half an hour, and was woken up by her father.

"Let's sleep less, if you're sleepy, you won't be able to sleep at night." ”

Song Chun'an wiped her face with a wet hand towel, and saw that her daughter was still a little wilting, so she took her to the yard to wash her clothes.

"Beat the pancreas twice more to save a smell of pig. ”

Song Ci listened to the stupid father's slightly poisonous ridicule, and pouted unhappily:

"Fairy daughters are all fragrant. ”

Song Chunan rubbed his clothes vigorously and sneered:

"yes, so you stink. ”

Does it mean that she is not the daughter of the fairy?

Song Ci snorted angrily and slapped the pancreas on her gown, ignoring her father.

With her father's broken mouth, how did she deceive her mother in the first place?

Song Chun'an saw that he had annoyed the little girl, laughed again, and said slowly:

"I'm human, your mother is also human, you were born to the two of us, it's strange to be a fairy daughter. ”

Song Ci was reluctant to accept her father's explanation, but she was still not happy.

Who doesn't love to be a fairy daughter?

Song Chunan glanced at her and continued unhurriedly:

"After all, fairies don't have to eat grains, and they don't go to the thatched house, they are full every day as long as they eat and drink. ”

Song Ci froze, and immediately smirked at her father without ambition:

"The fairy daughter is so pitiful, she can't eat enough. I don't want to be a fairy daughter. ”

The meat is so delicious, what kind of fairy daughter is it?

Song Chun'an looked at her with a smile, he had already penetrated his daughter's belly, and he didn't quarrel with her anymore.

"Daddy helped me wring my clothes. ”

Song Ci washed his little gown and laboriously lifted half of it from the basin of clear water.

The clothes became heavier when they were soaked in water, and her little face turned red.

Song Chunan put down the clothes in his hand, rushed down and picked up the other end of the clothes, and the clothes were dripping down.

"Hold it. ”

He instructed, and began to twist slowly with his clothes on one end.

Song porcelain also cooperates with the simultaneous unscrewing.

The sound of water was loud or small, and the clothes gradually twisted into twists.

Song Ci was a little invincible to her father's strength, so she put her two little hands together and grabbed her head with the strength of breastfeeding, saving her from falling into the basin and soaking in water.

"Alright, give it to me. ”

Song Ci let go of her hand, and saw that her father twisted it again, and wrung out a stream of water again, and released today's rainbow fart:

"Wow, Dad, you have so much strength!"

Song Chunan shook his collar, shook off the wet clothes in his hand, put them on the clothesline in the yard, and responded lightly:

"You just know?"

Song Ci smiled, sat on the small bench, and continued to wash his clothes.

The clothes are actually not dirty, but they are contaminated with some smell, Song Chunan is so disgusted that he panics, so he changes his clothes several times a day.

"Dad, I'm bored. ”

Song Ci couldn't wash a few pieces, and called her father for help in surrender.

Song Chunan glanced at her and bowed his head:

"Let me wash it. ”

"Thank you, Dad, it's the best. ”

Song Cizui thanked sweetly and sat down to rest.

"Don't you exercise every day, why are you so wasteful?"

Song Chunan suspected that she was doing her homework every day as if she was playing around.

"Aren't you afraid that your teacher will come back, and he will punish you if he knows about it?"

Song Ci called out to hit the sky:

"I've practiced well! I'm still young, it's normal to have little strength, and I'm not Nezha. ”

It's a pity that Song Chunan couldn't understand her King Kong Barbie terrier, and looked at her strangely:

"Although Nezha is naughty, he also has real skills, and he can stir up the East China Sea to fight the Dragon Prince if he is not big, which shows that he usually practices martial arts well. What do you compare yourself to others?"

Song Ci was despised and choked with nothing to say.

Well, it's a daddy.

"I'm not compared to him, but I'm better than my father, my father is much better than her father!"

Song Ci slapped sycophants in a different way.

This is to say that Nezha Lotus is incarnated, and the stalk of cutting meat and returning the mother's bones to the father's stalk.

From this point of view, Song Chun'an is really better than the foolish Li Jing hundreds of Qiantang River!

Song Chun was beautiful in her heart, but she deliberately sang against her:

"You can't ask for a good father of King Tota Lee. ”

Song Porcelain: ......

She didn't want this broken father, and sold the horn for two yuan a catty.

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