Report to the president, Mr. Ben Miao does not warm the bed

Mo Ziqi just watched the whole process without saying a word, but he made a major decision in his heart.

Mo Ziqi asked Liu Ma to carry the little guy to his room, put him on his bed, and said: "Liu Ma, I'll come later, you go make milk for Miao Miao."

Mo Ziqi's tone was much better than before.

When Mama Liu heard this, she was worried again. She believed that Mo Ziqi really liked Miao Miao, but no matter how much he liked, he was only a ten-year-old child, how could he take good care of Miao Miao?Wasn't it a lesson learned before?

Mama Liu wanted to refuse, but before he could speak, Mo Ziqi called Butler Xu and asked him to take Mama Liu back to make milk.

Mama Liu kept an eye on the movement in the room as she walked. Seeing that Xin Miaomiao hadn't protested, she didn't insist, and stepped out faster, wanting to make the milk quickly.

Once Mama Liu left, only Mo Ziqi and Xin Miaomiao were left in the room.

Xin Miaomiao leaned against the soft quilt behind her, sucked her thumb, and looked at Mo Ziqi with a blank expression, her eyes didn't move much.

"Come here, I'll dress you." Mo Ziqi didn't notice her abnormality, waved at her, and shouted in a soft voice deliberately.

Xin Miaomiao blinked, blinked again, and continued to look at him, her expression was even more dumbfounded, her eyes were even more bewildered, and she babbled her little fingers.

At this time, in fact, anyone who has brought a child will know that this little guy is sleepy and is about to fall asleep.

But Mo Ziqi had never taken care of a child, so naturally he didn't know, and thought that the little guy refused to come over on purpose, so he reached out and tore off her towel, grabbed her little feet and dragged her in front of him.

Mo Ziqi's hands were wet before, but now they are half dry and the temperature is a little low. When he suddenly touched Xin Miaomiao's warm skin, her whole body trembled in shock.

When she woke up and saw the person in front of her clearly, she began to struggle frantically, with her little paws still clutching the quilt under her body and refusing to let go.

"Don't make trouble, I'll get you dressed, or you'll catch a cold." Mo Ziqi said, lowering his head and studying how to wear Xin Miaomiao's clothes.

After looking at her for a while, he slipped Xin Miaomiao up, and pulled the little skirt off her head. Because the hem of the skirt was not rolled up, it was forced onto her forehead, and it pulled her little hair, which hurt so much. The guy hissed again.

When the skirt was pulled tightly around his neck, the little guy's entire face was blushed, and he stared at him angrily, like a little frog.

Seeing her like this, Mo Ziqi was taken aback for a moment, and then he couldn't help but poked her cheek hard.

Xin Miaomiao puffed her cheeks, remembering the hatred that Mo Ziqi poured on her before, she narrowed her big eyes angrily, and then her little cheek was poked again.

Mo Ziqi also had a look of uncontrollable laughter and great interest.

The boy's universe exploded completely, his little hands were bound in the skirt and he couldn't move, but his feet were free, and his chubby short legs just kicked Mo Ziqi indiscriminately.

Kick kick kick!

Let you splash meow water!Let you poke meow meow face!Let you bully Meow Meow!

If the little brat doesn't show off his power, he thinks she is a sick cat?

Mo Ziqi didn't dodge or dodge, let her kick a few times, looked at her with her little head buried, busy and happy, just smiled helplessly, and didn't notice that when he was laughing, What kind of connivance and pampering are in the eyes.