Huo Qin: "..."

He had completely forgotten that the little dumpling was lying down.

When tying her hair up, the process was so smooth that she overlooked the obvious abnormalities.

After the truth came out, the system couldn't resist taking a screenshot of the kid's hairstyle.

My little one, you're so cute! But the more I look at it, the more it looks like a globe. Look how neat the equator is.

At this moment, the little one, who had been searching for another hairstyle without success, was already having a wonderful fantasy in his mind that his dad was actually doing the hairstyles that beautiful women in old TV dramas wore. Thinking of this, Chaochao's anticipation was at its peak: "I want to see, I want to see, where is the mirror!"

Huo Qin, who had already quickly stuffed the mirror back into the drawer, said calmly, "There is no mirror."

The little dumpling paused upon seeing this, its almond-shaped eyes narrowing slightly.

The father and daughter stared at each other in an eerie silence.

The next second, Chaochao pushed herself up with both hands and leaped into the air with a "whoosh".

However, Huo Qin was faster. With his slender fingers, he pinched the back of the little dumpling's collar and pulled him back.

This should be accompanied by a martial arts background music.

Chaochao was forced to snuggle in Huo Qin's arms, her cheeks puffed out, looking unhappy. "I want to see, I want to see, I want to find Sister Zhu!"

Daddy will definitely take the braids off again.

Hochin was indeed there.

Chaochao pouted, a wave of overwhelming sadness washing over her: "I want the braids Daddy used to wear, boo-hoo—"

Huo Qin said, "This doesn't look good."

Chaochao is quite right: "Daddy's hairstyles all look good, woo-woo!"

Huo Qin could only comfort him, saying, "Next time, we definitely won't demolish it."

Next time for sure.

Chaochao calmed down. She was a generous little girl. She sniffed and said, "Okay, you can't take it apart next time. If you can't, Daddy will be a puppy."

Huo Qin was about to agree when he saw the little dumpling immediately shake her head, "No, no, dogs can't braid Chaochao's hair, Daddy, if you can't do it... if you can't do it—"

After racking her brains, Chaochao suddenly had a flash of inspiration: "Then Chaochao can eat an extra candy every day!"

Huo Qin: "..."

Good news, the little dumpling can negotiate terms.

Bad news, all for food.

Seeing that her father had agreed, Chaochao's mood brightened and she became happy again.

The phone on the table kept flashing something colorful upwards, attracting Chaochao's attention.

She leaned closer to look, and after examining it, said seriously and doubtfully, "Daddy, your phone is acting crazy."

Huo Qin paused as he combed the little boy's hair; he had glanced at the message and forgotten to turn off the screen.

At this moment, on the WeChat chat page, Lin Cheng was diligently and tirelessly sending emojis at a rate of one per second.

Lin Cheng on the other end of the internet cable was practically pricking his fingertips with all his fingers. Little did he know that he had almost wiped out all his previous collections of Chaochao's emojis in order to save them.

Not many, maybe five or six hundred.

Now, every time Lin Cheng sees a picture, he can't help but smile knowingly. Ah, it's truly a bittersweet experience.

Does anyone know what this means, family members? It's paid slacking off, the kind the boss tells you to do!

Huo Qin lowered his gaze and fell on the little dumpling's cheek for a second, then opened an emoji and moved his phone in front of her.

The first thing Chaochao saw was a little girl, and she opened her eyes wide with curiosity: "Who is she?"

Chaochao leaned in five centimeters and was surprised to find that she also had the same clothes that the little girl was wearing!

Even the matching handbag is the same!

A thought popped into Chaochao's mind, but when she saw the little girl's sticky, pale face, she immediately dismissed it.

There's no other reason than that Chaochao is a very image-conscious child and would never make her face look like a little cat—no, wait, a little white cat!

But...

Chaochao moved closer by five centimeters again.

These two little pigtails look so familiar...

The other girl next to me looks a bit like Lingling...

This trash can looks familiar...

This whitish, gooey stuff looks like the yogurt I drank yesterday...

Huo Qin glanced at the little girl's increasingly stiff expression, and his usually indifferent voice took on a teasing tone: "Who is she?"

The little bundle in her arms trembled.

Chaochao casually looked away, muttering, "Who is this? I've never seen this before..."

Huo Qin asked casually, "Were those two boys yesterday very scary?"

Those two boys?

Upon hearing this, Chaochao recalled for a moment, then nodded in agreement: "Yes, Lingling said they looked like bad guys, luckily we ran fast!"

Huo Qin thought of that GIF of "shooting a pig and running away".

The other side is so scary, you're running away laughing?

As soon as Chaochao finished speaking, her mind caught up, and her little face visibly stiffened. Seeing her father's teasing expression, she knew she had given herself away.

"snort!"

The little dumpling turned its back, curled up in anger, and sulked to itself.

Huo Qin sighed with amusement: "Why pick up trash... pick up bottles?"

After a while, Chaochao said sullenly, "Grandma used to take me to collect them. We could sell the bottles for money."

"..." Huo Qin was silent for a moment, and after about ten seconds he asked, "Didn't you say that our family is not short of money?"

“But I want to buy things for Daddy.” Chaochao tilted her head to look at him, her almond-shaped eyes clear and bright. The little dumpling emphasized, “These are for Daddy, they’re different.”

A three-year-old child's language expression skills are not yet fully developed, and they cannot fully and clearly express their meaning.

She simply felt that her dad was her closest person, and since her dad was good to her, she wanted to be good to him too!

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