The Female Lead She Really Is Not Sweet

Mo Xingmu gave Brother Huang a meaningful look.

He shook his head as if sighing, then put down his glass and left again.

Forget it, this place is really not suitable for him.

At best, just ask for a glass of wine.

Otherwise, if I continue to stay, I am afraid that the two people will show their affection to the point of doubting their lives.

Alas, he tried his best, but there is really no place for him here.

Chacha tossed and tossed earnestly for a long time, messing up Mo Xinghuan's hair in a daze, and didn't help him tie it up.

She curled her lips, pinching the wooden comb in her hand, and said in an aggrieved and helpless voice, "I can't tie it well..."

Anyway, it is too difficult.

It seemed as if she had expected such a reaction from her.

The corners of his lips curled up playfully, "Can't you tie it up? What should I do? I can't, just let me go out to meet people like this?"

Chacha, "!!!" Of course you can't go out to meet people like this!

A mess of hair.

If someone sees him, his reputation as a crown prince will be ruined!

"I, I'll try harder." She said seriously.

Holding the wooden comb in his little hand, his eyes turned around and around his head, "..." Sorry, I couldn't find where to start.

Woo.

It's too embarrassing for her little cutie.

She looked at the messy hair with complicated emotions.

However, just now, he said that sentence again.

She... She suddenly wanted to take it back.

Or, let Mo Xinghuan work hard on his own?

She obediently moved to Mo Xinghuan's side, put down the wooden comb with her little hand, and then hugged his arm with both hands.

She yelled obediently and softly, "Your Highness? Why don't you try your best? You see, you will tie my hair, so I should be able to tie it myself. I believe you can do it!"

Mo Xinghuan froze, "..." The most unbearable thing was the little baby talking like this.

He looked away, and coughed twice unnaturally.

There was a touch of extremely complicated emotions hidden in his eyes.

a long time.

He reached out and touched her head, and lightly clasped her waist with his slender fingers, saying in a warm voice.

"You have to do your own things, baby, and you have to work hard as you say."

Chacha, "...that's great."

With her little head drooping and her fair fingers, she reluctantly went to get the wooden comb.

Just work hard, maybe his hair will suffer.

The little girl's emotions are too obvious.

The man gave a low laugh, his eyes fondling.

"Why don't we go to wash and take a shower first, and we can take our time to tie our hair."

Chacha groaned, her eyes brightened, "Yeah, I'm going to take a bath first!"

then.

After half a stick of incense.

Mo Xinghuan looked at the little girl who was hugging the quilt and pretending to be sleeping on the bed, her eyes were full of helplessness, and there was a faint smile on her lips.

Do you think you can escape from helping him tie his hair by pretending to be asleep?

He shook his head, sighed, turned and walked out of the room to take a shower.

Hearing the sound of the door, Chacha carefully lifted the corner of the quilt, revealed her small head, and glanced in the direction of the door.

Well, let's go!

nobody.

She finally escaped from the clutches of Shufa.

The little girl tilted her head and turned sideways in a good mood.

With fair fingers, she took out a paper bag from under the pillow, and she secretly squeezed a piece of sweet-scented osmanthus cake and stuffed it inside.

While eating, communicate with Qiqi.

"Qiqi, tell me, why is it so difficult to tie your hair?"

Qi Qi, 【...I don't know either. ] How can I answer this question?

After all, I haven't experienced it either.

I can't even understand how big-tailed wolves lie to people to tie their hair. Is it possible to get any different pleasure from this kind of thing? ?