Looking at Xiao Langhua holding her mobile phone in one hand and swiping the photos of the male stars on the screen with the other, her eyes widened and she looked surprised, Minglan couldn't help laughing.

"Little waves, you think so beautifully." Minglan touched Xiao Langhua's little head.

Xiao Langhua turned her head in her arms, smiled and said, "If only these were my fathers, I think they are all handsome." Xiao Langhua felt embarrassed after saying it, and giggled.

Minglan sighed, alas, Xiao Langhua is a potential stock.

She thought for a while and said, "So many are fathers, then it must not work, or you can pick one." ”

Xiao Langhua picked it up seriously, sliding one photo after another, and some of them crossed over and rowed back to look at it again.

"Alas," Xiao Langhua sighed in embarrassment, "everyone is handsome, I can't pick it out." ”

"You don't pick it yourself, you can't ask your mother for your father in the future." Minglan is half reminded and half threatened.

Xiao Langhua said, "Then mom will pick one for me." As he spoke, he stuffed the phone back into Minglan's hand.

This......

Minglan said: "Xiao Langhua, I chose your father, not my father, of course you picked it instead of me, Xiao Langhua, do you think what your mother said is reasonable?" ”

Xiao Langhua tilted her head and thought about it, and replied affirmatively: "I think my mother has a point." ”

Finally got the little waves, Minglan looked at the sky in her heart, and showed a smug smile: She, Miss Minglan , is really a clever little ghost of ice and snow.

……

……

At night, it's time to go to bed.

Minglan walked into the room after changing into pajamas and yawned.

Xiao Langhua raised her head from the quilt and said with a smile, "Mom, tell me a bedtime story." ”

Minglan said: "Why do you have such a foreign habit? You slept with your grandma before, and did your grandma tell you bedtime stories? ”

"Nope." Little Wave replied very clearly.

Minglan frowned: "Then why do you have to listen to bedtime stories now?" ”

Xiao Langhua's eyes rolled: "Because my mother didn't come back before, in the cartoons, my parents tell bedtime stories to children, and I haven't picked my father yet." ”

"Hearing you say that, it seems like I'm the only one who can tell you stories." Minglan reluctantly walked to the bed and pulled a chair and sat down.

Xiao Langhua lay on the bed and stared at Minglan expectantly, but Minglan was only in a daze.

"Mom, can you start telling stories?" Xiao Langhua asked.

"This, like...... Uninspired. Minglan smiled embarrassedly.

"Mom, you're so stupid, when the parents of the children in the cartoon tell them stories, they have to take a fairy tale book."

Minglan pouted unconvinced: "Those children's parents are stupid, they will only read according to the book, see me make it up for you." ”

Xiao Langhua also came to be interested: "Okay, okay, mom make up a fairy tale for me." ”

Minglan cleared her throat and started to think: "Once upon a time, there was a little girl, she was very ugly, with a flat nose, a round head, and not tall, her name was ...... Small waves. ”

Little Langhua screamed: "Mom, why are you talking about me? ”

"Oh oh oh, don't talk about you, don't talk about you, I'll say it again," Minglan immediately comforted Xiao Langhua, who quieted down and listened to her story expectantly, "Once upon a time, there was a mountain, there was a temple in the mountain, there was an old monk in the temple, one day the old monk picked up a little girl, the little girl was very ugly, with a flat nose, a round head, and not tall, her name was ......"

Xiao Langhua had a bad premonition, and sure enough, she heard Minglan say: "Her name is Xiao Langhua." ”

Xiao Langhua screamed again: "Mom, why are you talking about me again? Don't keep talking about me, you have to tell stories! ”

"I'll only tell small waves, I won't tell other stories." Minglan is a scoundrel.

Xiao Langhua sighed helplessly: "Forget it, I won't listen, I won't listen, I'll sleep well." ”

Xiao Langhua closed her eyes very depressed and fell asleep after a while.

Looking at Xiao Langhua's sleeping face, Minglan grimaced and said, "Sample, do you want to hear the story next time?" ”