Chapter 1157 The Little Honey Who Grew Up Was Very Distressed About One Thing (4 more)
"Hey, I can't eat it."
Xiao Qingyue was busy pulling her hand, but she was not willing to take it away, and stretched out her tongue to lick it, not letting her lick it, she was still unhappy, the kind of limbs kicking around, and crying.
It wasn't until she licked the empty space next to her that she didn't kick her legs, but she was a little dissatisfied when she looked at the wet space next to her, and wanted to lick it again.
He Jinhuai said, "She doesn't want to eat paper, but she wants to kiss the person on the painting, right?" β
"Really?" Xiao Qingyue looked at her suspiciously, saw that her hands were still struggling, thought about it, faced the person on the painting with her, and got closer and closer to her, and then saw this little girl, and stretched her head over happily... Of course, Xiao Qingyue didn't let her really touch the drawing paper, but even so, it made the father and mother laugh non-stop.
He Jinhuai stretched out his hand and pinched her face, "I didn't see it, you are so narcissistic?" Seeing your own portrait is so excited? Do you want to kiss? β
Xiao Qingyue didn't want to believe that her daughter was so narcissistic at a young age, so she asked Xiao Gui Mama to wash the bronze mirror, and when the bronze mirror was put in Xiao Tiantian's hand, she saw her eyes widen, and then her mouth was printed on the mirror with a snap.
Xiao Qingyue, "......"
He Jinhuai laughed and said to Xiao Qingyue, "I said she is narcissistic, you still don't believe it, look at what she is interested in?" Either eating or sleeping all day long, the only thing that makes her feel good is herself in the mirror. β
"Why does this little girl have such a personality?" Xiao Qingyue was puzzled.
Little Honey was already lying impatient on the small bed, especially when she heard her father's voice but didn't see anyone.
Xiao Qingyue put Xiao Tiantian back on the bed and picked her up, and saw that her face was already full of tears, but the next second she found that she was picked up, and smiled again, "Tsk, crying and laughing can be switched freely." β
On the other side, He Jinhuai had already quickly drawn the little honey candy crying with her eyes closed.
So many years later, when she grew up, Little Honey was very distressed, and she found that seven out of ten pictures in her album were crying with her eyes closed, and she couldn't show her beauty in all directions. Little Honey felt that her father's aesthetic was very problematic, so for a long time, Little Honey was immersed in correcting her father's aesthetics, and she never tired of it.
At this time, Xiao Mitang looked at her portrait and was as stunned as Xiao Tiantian, but she didn't kiss it, but quickly slapped the drawing paper away.
Xiao Qingyue laughed, "She dislikes the portrait you painted." β
"No way, my daughter can't dislike her father."
"She slapped the paper off, and you still don't believe it?"
"Anyway, it can't be."
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The two were very naΓ―ve to argue about this.
When Mo Bao came over with the little servant, he heard the sound of the two arguing from a distance, and he shouted loudly, "Don't fight, look what I brought to you, the big and purple grapes are very sweet." β
As he spoke, Xiao Qingyue saw that the little maid behind him had brought two plates of washed grapes, and there was still water dripping on them, but the grapes were very big one by one, and each one was as big as the two on their grape trellis.
The tree on the big side of the house and the one on her side are the same species, and they won't be that big.
He asked, "Yo, you have good grapes, where did you buy them?" β
Hearing this, Mo Bao calmly took out a piece of paper from the hand of another little guy behind him and showed it in front of Xiao Qingyue.
"What's that?" Xiao Qingyue stretched out her head to look as she spoke, and saw that it was written, "I knew that you had to ask about the origin of the grapes, so let me tell you the truth, this grape was grown in my orchard." β