Chapter 125: I'm very sleepy, but it doesn't affect my meal
The chubby body of the big rice pot suddenly stood up, like a nimble fat carp leaping over the dragon gate, and ate the chicken leg in one bite.
The small, fleshy face without any edges was trembling with the sound of chewing.
And those big eyes were narrowed into a slit!
In other words, the big rice pot for sleeping does not affect her eating.
Liu Zhixiang was dumbfounded.
"What kind of divine beast did Ye Hui give birth to for you?"
Gong Lingxiao was even more puzzled as to whose genes he inherited.
"Daddy~ba~"
Suddenly the little guy scratched his forehead and murmured in a daze.
Gong Lingxiao came over.
"Take away the bones!" The big rice pot said softly with his eyes closed.
Gong Lingxiao was speechless, "Are you going to school or not? Stop pretending to be asleep!"
The big rice pot paused with its bulging cheeks, and half opened its eyes hazily, "Mommy~"
Liu Zhixiang came over quickly, "Mommy is here! Mommy is here."
Gong Lingxiao was suddenly pushed away by Liu Zhixiang.
He looked at Liu Zhixiang's tall back, who was pinching his throat, pretending to speak in a woman's voice, and acting in a feminine and gentle manner as the big rice pot mommy. Gong Lingxiao always felt like he was being insulted by this man.
"Tie your hair up beautifully." Dafanguo was very sleepy, but it didn't affect her beauty.
Liu Zhixiang immediately responded, "Okay! Mommy's best skill is making beautiful little buns for our big rice pot."
As he said that, he immediately picked up the big rice pot and sat it in his arms.
Holding the comb in one hand, he deftly took out a wig from his pocket with the other and put it on the big rice pot.
Gong Lingxiao was stunned.
"When did you learn to tie your hair?"
Liu Zhixiang said proudly: "Ever since your daughter called me male mommy, I have been helping my dog at home. I have learned and practiced many times, and now it finally comes in handy."
Gong Lingxiao glared at him, "You're using the hands that you use to braid a dog's hair to braid my daughter's hair?"
Liu Zhixiang thought there was no problem. "It's just hair, it doesn't matter! Do you think it's beautiful?"
He proudly picked up the little ball of milk in his arms and placed it in front of Gong Lingxiao. "It's beautiful, isn't it! I specially put a pink clip-on wig on the big rice pot so that the little one won't fall off at school."
Gong Lingxiao didn't even look at it, and said coldly: "It's not good-looking. Disgusting!"
This arrogant and spoiled personality left Liu Zhixiang speechless.
He didn't bother to care and put the cub in front of the mirror. "Do you like it, Big Rice Pot?"
The little guy opened his eyes slightly, looked in the mirror, and said, "Hehehe~".
Her little face immediately flushed. Even though she was too sleepy to open her eyes, she held her little face in her hands and said excitedly, "This Sishui? So beautiful! It must be Siwo! Another beautiful day for Siwo to wake up from her own beauty."
It seemed that her sleepiness was slowly dissipating.
The baby's voice also became louder.
Liu Zhixiang said proudly: "As long as you like it."
Gong Lingxiao sulked, his face more disgusting than a dog eating shit, "It's not pretty at all."
This despicable character is really annoying.
The idol-conscious Big Rice Pot looked at Gong Lingxiao, holding his small, chubby face with his small hands, and asked, "What's wrong with my nest?"
She obviously likes pink very much. Her head is covered with pink clips and flowers.
Gong Lingxiao narrowed his eyes coldly and said confidently, "Nothing looks better than mine anyway."
Liu Zhixiang was speechless. "Gong Lingxiao, you haven't washed your mouth yet! Your stench has spread to other countries."
How could he not know what kind of person this guy is?
How could a young master who has never done housework since childhood take the initiative to learn how to help his daughter tie her hair into a bun?
"Or, dad will help you tie one, maybe today our big rice pot will become the idol of everyone!" Gong Lingxiao said, reaching out to pull the small bun of the big rice pot.
“Bang!”
A small fleshy hand slapped hard.
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