Hua'er was stunned for about half a minute, then she jumped up and danced around her mother: "It's so beautiful, so beautiful."

Is this the rhythm of flying?

"Mom, let me wear it too."

When I turned around, I saw Wan Feng with a look of contempt on his face.

"What are you looking at?"

"Aren't you ashamed of wearing your mother's clothes?" Wan Feng was not polite at all. Of course he had to fight back after being given a cold look.

"Hmph!" Hua'er snorted and turned around to walk up to her mother with a smile on her face.

Zhou Bingde's wife looked at her daughter unhappily, but still took off her clothes.

Huaer put the clothes on with great skill.

I have to admit that Huaer really looks like a flower in this dress. If her waist were a little thinner, she would probably bump into many telephone poles if she walked around the street.

The flower turned left and right to admire itself in the mirror, its face smiling like a September chrysanthemum.

"Mom, does it look good?"

Zhou Bingde's wife curled her lips and said, "What's the point of asking me? Why don't you ask Wan? He is a man, and a man is only considered good-looking if he is good-looking."

"What kind of man is he? He only has one child."

I'm despised! Although I look like a child, I have a mature heart.

Huaer turned around twice more, but perhaps she felt that something was missing without anyone applauding her, so she finally turned towards Wanfeng.

"Hey! Does it look good?"

This bitch even changed his surname, who has the surname Wei?

"It looks good. You really do look like two different flowers now that you're wearing this dress."

Huaer was a little confused. How could there be two kinds of flowers? "What kind of flowers do they look like?"

"Your face is like a chrysanthemum now, and your whole body is like a dogtail grass swaying in the wind!"

Anyway, she didn't know what chrysanthemum represented.

Hua'er didn't react to the chrysanthemum, but the dogtail grass made her face stiffen. But then she picked up the black pants and ran to the big mirror, trying them on while turning around.

Wan Feng felt a toothache watching this. There was no cure for the vain gene in most women.

Huaer admired herself in front of the mirror for five minutes, and finally took off her clothes reluctantly, followed by sighs.

"When will I have a nice dress?"

Zhou Bingde's wife put away her clothes with a kind heart, stood up and took out a big unity banknote.

"Wan, how much is it? Auntie, give me the money."

Wan Feng quickly stood up and said, "Aunt, this is a gift for you. You're asking me to pay for it. Isn't that a slap in my face?"

"No, you still have to pay me even if I'm satisfied with the clothes." Then he stuffed the money into Wan Feng's pocket.

"Aunt, my uncle has adopted me as his godson. You are my godmother, and this dress is my way of showing my filial respect to you."

Zhou Bingde's wife was stunned: "When did I accept you as my godson?"

"Yesterday, he wanted to adopt me as his godson, but when I asked him for a gift, he refused."

Huaer laughed aside.

"This old guy has always been out of touch with the rules. If he doesn't accept you, I will. From now on, you are my godson."

How could he have the fate of being someone else's godson? Xia Qiulong is his godfather, and now there's another one. Does this count as being a traitor?

During the Three Kingdoms period, Lu Bu became a slave of three surnames because of this. Aren’t I the same as Lu Bu?

"Godmother!" Although he felt it was a shameful thing to do, Wan Feng still called her godmother.

"Hey! From now on we are a family, and Hua'er will be your godsister."

Huaer came up to Wan Feng with a smile and said, "Brother."

Wan Feng rolled his eyes: "What?"

"Can you design a dress for me, your godsister? It will be a gift to me."

This sister-in-law must be very shameless.

"Sister, you should be giving me a meeting gift, right? Why are you an adult?"

"Son, don't listen to your sister. She's been working for over a year, and I haven't seen her pay a penny. And yet she's asking me for money. Ignore her."

"Mom, am I your biological child?"

"I found it on the side of the road!"

Hua'er twisted her waist and went out huffing. Then there was a clanging sound outside. The wash basin was in trouble.

"Godmother, I have something to do at the textile printing and dyeing factory, so I won't be staying here today."

"Let's have lunch here."

"No, I have something urgent to do. I have to rush back after I finish my work."

Wan Feng walked out of the house and saw Huaer sitting on a stool in a somewhat embarrassed manner. Her pants below the knees were dripping as if they had been washed.

I guess she came out to vent her anger on the wash basin, and the wash basin retaliated by splashing the water inside her pants.

Wan Feng squatted beside Hua'er and said, "Sister, Mom said you picked it up on the roadside in anger. Don't be angry. She told me that you were not found on the roadside, but in the trash can when she was taking out the garbage."

Huaer turned her head and stared at Wan Feng fiercely.

"Don't look at me like that. I don't have any clothes. I have this one. Do you want it?"

Wan Feng took out two bottles of cosmetics from his bag like a magic trick.

"Meijiajing! Kong Fengchun!" Huaer exclaimed and stretched out her hand.

"Take your paws away and smile! Don't want to smile? If you don't smile, who will give it to you? I didn't pick it up, I paid for it."

Hua'er was not prepared to laugh, but she had a premonition in her heart: if she didn't laugh, this adopted brother who came from nowhere would definitely not give it to her.

In order to get two bottles of high-end cosmetics, Huaer decided to sell her smile.

So, grin.

With this smile, the stars shifted and the wind and clouds lost their color.

"It's better not to smile. It's uglier than crying. It's not sincere at all. Give me a bottle."

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