To tell the truth, Zhan Lian's current character, compared to before the end of the world, that is no longer a little bit good, before the end of the world, if she said something he didn't like to hear, she would blow up on the spot, where could she go out so aggrieved?

Then An Ran sat on the edge of the table and sucked the noodles, remembered the little mint next door, sighed again, quickly finished the noodles in three or two, went to the next door, and called the little mint who was standing by the doll's bed in a daze, and asked the little mint to eat some noodles first.

Little Mint is still the kind of character that arranges and accepts, and even lets her sit and sit safely, let her eat noodles and eat noodles, as if she is becoming more and more numb, and more and more without her own emotions.

And the sun was slightly poisonous on the side of the guardrail of Gaoping, and Zhan Lian sat on it, because he was in a little annoyed, his hand habitually stretched into his trouser pocket, to get the cigarette inside, but he pulled out the cigarette, thought about it, and threw it directly from the guardrail.

Then he watched An Ran call Mint to go to another room, leaving Zhan An'an alone next door.

Alone!

Zhan Lian's mind suddenly became active, glanced at An Ran and Xiao Mint's room, opened his long legs, quickly walked to the door of Zhan An's room, gently pushed the door open, and was full of excitement, entered, and slowly stretched his hand to Zhan An'an on the white crib.

"You..."

He hesitantly lowered his head, watching Zhan An'an who was already asleep, slowly opened his eyes in the crib, the little mouth yawned, and on the bulging little belly, there was a thin blanket, and the fat flesh was stacked with small hands, waving, and grabbing the blanket on his body.

Her mother brought her really well, although the weather was very hot, but the child's body temperature control ability was still not very good, because she was afraid that Zhan An's cold would be cold, she was dressed in a monk dress made of cotton, with diapers on her buttocks, and a pair of breathable small socks on her feet.

The socks were decorated with two red woolen cherries, and as Zhan An's feet were lifted and kicked, the two small cherries dangled around, which was particularly cute.

Zhan An's whole person is clean, and it looks very comfortable and intoxicating.

However, looking at Zhan An's mouth, raising his hand and kicking his legs, Zhan Lian was like a great enemy, and he lay on the side of the crib very seriously, and asked:

"Why did you wake up?"

It's broken, what should I do when I wake up?

The child who is more than three months old, the flesh on his hands is piled up into a few folds, the skin is whiter than paper, pinching small fists, waving around, a small fist is still stuck in the thin blanket on the belly, her round eyes, looking at the sunglasses hanging on the placket of the battle ring, which reflects the round face of a little doll, and the doll smiles.

"What's so funny?"

Zhan Lian brought his face closer to the doll, and the little face on the sunglasses was bigger, and the doll laughed even harder, and the little body was in the crib, and he was about to laugh.

"Isn't it funny? Does Dad look like a comedian? ”

Zhan Lian pulled his face a little farther away, the doll just stopped laughing, and laughed again, Zhan Lian found some rules a little, pulled his face away, and teased the doll closer, quite happy.

He felt that this must be the natural blood relationship between their father and daughter, so that there was no barrier between him and his daughter, and his daughter smiled when she saw him, which proved that her daughter must understand that he was her father!

Look, the father-daughter relationship does not need to be cultivated, it is born with it!