Song Qingci laughed loudly: "Third Master, hurry up! This kid will tear off the tiles if he's not punished for three days."
Mr. Fu San glanced at her "draft of a letter home" and smiled.
It’s no wonder Xunxun said that the little girl’s handwriting is really nothing special.
It lay there limply, as if it had no bones.
Is she reluctant to use any strength at all?
Song Qingci felt guilty, worried that Mr. Fu San was also catching her practicing calligraphy, so she hurriedly said, "I just wrote it casually. If I wrote seriously, it would definitely not be like this."
"Then show me the truth."
Song Qingci said with a sad face: "Third Master, I am too happy right now to be serious. Please let me go. I really hate practicing calligraphy."
Mr. Fu San's smile deepened, and his deep eyes and brows were filled with smiles.
He looks so good when he smiles.
If she gave birth to a daughter in the future, it would be great if she had eyes and eyebrows like this.
Oh shit!
What is she thinking!
Her thoughts were blaspheming the Third Master!
As a human being, you really can’t let your imagination run wild.
These days, Song Qingci looked at those half-grown girls. Every time they came, they were well-behaved and obedient, helping her clean the house and take care of the younger children. They were quiet and reserved, and she felt that girls were really wonderful.
She also wants to have a daughter.
But she really has no illusions about the man she will meet in the future.
It would be great if the father could go and keep the daughter.
Isn't this pure fantasy?
What’s even more terrifying is that she now associates it with the Third Master.
Song Qingci, ah Song Qingci, you are sick, you need treatment!
Song Qingci blushed and quickly lowered her head to play with her little yellow chicken.
One chick, two chicks... poke, poke...
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