"And you don't have to worry about making money all the time, how old are you? I said I could pay back the crew's money, this is an adult's business, and it has nothing to do with your children's family. ”

Song Chunan remembered the unkind behavior of the crew sneaking in filming today, and he was still angry.

Obviously, he said that he wouldn't shoot anymore, but they didn't take it seriously at all, isn't this a lie!

Fortunately, the girl is still towards him.

This matter can't be delayed, hurry up and return the money, and make it clear with them, so as to save this kind of trouble.

There are also captains, and they all stand and talk without backache, and the whole crew of the station goes to the end, and they don't want to think about who is their pro-club member.

Elbow out!

If you want to step on his daughter to earn fame, no way!

The more Song Chunan thought about it, the more angry he became, covered the red potion bottle, and threw the used cotton swab into the iron dustpan.

"Daddy?"

Song Ci looked at her father's suppressed angry back, and was a little confused by the second monk.

Why are you angry again? Is it so angry?

Song Chunan threw away the garbage, and suppressed the anger for the time being, so as not to scare the girl.

He squatted down, still much taller than his daughter, and the evil fire faintly burning in his heart was even stronger.

Bullying such a big little doll, they're so embarrassed!

However, his daughter was bullied, not only did she not hold grudges, but she also worried about their livelihood and wanted to help them dig wells to increase production.

Such a kind-hearted child really doesn't look like he can teach it.

The point is, why! His daughter doesn't owe them!

Song Chun'an was indignant and refused to suffer such a big loss in vain, and earnestly instructed:

"Bao'er is obedient, you are an ordinary four-year-old girl, exactly like other children. They either like to eat or play all day long, and neither do you, you know?"

Song Ci heard the meaning of her father's words, and sighed regretfully:

"Okay. ”

Song Ci has been a child and understands that it is useless to talk back to adults.

It's hard for them to really take your advice fully because they're experienced instructors and have a natural advantage.

"Good. Song Chunan pinched her daughter's little face, and saw that she was wilting and couldn't keep her spirits, and she was also a little distressed.

"Daddy will rearrange a beautiful flower string for you to wear. ”

He carefully picked up the garland on the ground and unwrapped it, removing the hidden spikes from it, twisting and folding it nimbly with his big hands, and knitting two beautiful bracelets of acacia flowers and tying them around her wrists.

Then, with the rest of the material, he made a garland of good looks, and put it on her head upright, and spread out her little mustache, and combed her hair with her fingers a few times.

"Okay, go and show my aunt if our Bao'er looks good. ”

Song Chunan admired his work with satisfaction, and saw that the little girl raised her wrist rarely to smell the flowers, and a happy smile appeared on her little face again, he was also happy, and came up with the idea of asking the girl to find someone to show off.

"Thank you Dad, I like it so much!"

Song Ci held his knees, stood on tiptoe and pouted and tried to kiss him, but he only reached the tip of his chin, and ran away happily.

"Little girl. ”

Song Chunan raised his hand and touched his chin, and scolded with a smile.

That's right, a child should look like a child, so why pretend to be an adult in such a hurry? It seems that he is useless to be a father.

Listening to the crisp laughter coming from the stove room, the corners of Song Chun'an's mouth raised, and then fell again.

He had an idea for making money, which was to take some risks.

But wealth is in danger, just be careful.

He smelled the smell of broth coming from the stove, and his stomach gurgled and he was hungry.

Song Chun'an lowered his eyes and glanced at his deflated belly, and did not rush to the stove to find food, but walked to the side of the wicker basket that was buckled upside down in the corner of the yard, lifted the edge of the basket and added some water and grass to the two fat rabbits inside.

In these years, everyone is short of oil and water in their stomachs, and these two fat rabbits can be sold for ten yuan if they are taken to the black market in the town, to say the least?

It's not enough, and the warm pot that I got back from the supply and marketing cooperatives two days ago is all sold.