"Wife, I'm such a big man, isn't it a little ...... to be said to be cute?"

In three months, his baby daughter will be born, and when he will be praised for being cute with his own baby, he will not be laughed to death.

As soon as he thought of that style of painting, Lin Mubai wanted to shake his head violently, don't don't, don't, he's not cute at all.

Annan saw his resistance at a glance, and a feeling of wanting to play a prank welled up in her heart, and she pretended to be unhappy: "I just like cute things, can't you?" ”

When Lin Mubai heard his wife say this, he was stunned for a while, and he was a little unclear whether he should admit it obediently or refute the other party, and finally he chose silent silence.

Annan thought it was funny, but she didn't want to let go of the other party so lightly, so she continued to stretch out her hand and rub it on the other party's head, and even had a kind of energy to play more and more, and then she made an amazing discovery: "Lin Mubai, your hair is a little naturally curly." ”

The man who was a little dizzy by her nonsensical topic looked at her with blank eyes, full of curiosity, his slight self-curling, what does it have to do with his cuteness? It's just two topics that don't go along or not.

"Wife, you don't seem to care about me very much, it's been so long before you find out that I have some natural rolls."

After he said this, a trace of guilt quickly flashed on Annan's face: "That, I found it before, I thought it was a hairstyle you deliberately made, until I just rubbed your hair, and I found that your hair was also a little curly." ”

And she seems to be addicted to playing, constantly playing with each other's hair with her hands, usually, Lin Mubai cares most about her hair, and she hates others touching her hair the most, but now the object is his dearest wife, and he has no choice.

It's not like you obediently lower your head and make it easier for the other party to play.

even took the initiative to find some topics and discussed them with the other party: "Wife, if our daughter is born, she will have the same self-volume as me, and she must be a very cute little lion." ”

Annan followed the other party's words, and a picture gradually appeared in his mind, a cute little guy, wearing a beautiful skirt and a self-curling roll like his father, seemed to be really cute.

But after thinking about it, she was worried again: "It was really cute when she was a child, but when she grows up, she probably hates her own self-volume." ”

"Why?" It's cute! Why hate it, it's like his hair, which hardly needs to be taken care of, usually just needs to be blown dry and gently stroked a few times.

Regarding her husband's ignorance, Annan patiently continued to explain: "You imagine! A beautiful lady, but with an exploding lion head, what kind of painting style is that. ”

Following his wife's words, a painting style gradually appeared in Lin Dashao's mind, and then she couldn't help laughing: "That wife, it seems that it is indeed a little incongruous, but what can I do, her father is such a microcurl, I hope she can choose her own genes and grow the same slender black hair as her mother." ”

Speaking of gentle words, Lin Mubai's possibility fell on the other party's hair, and he continued softly: "Wife, raise your hair!" I really want to see you with long hair. ”