The villain of Kuai Chuan is a bit flirtatious

Chapter 278 The Bamboo Horse Comes Around the Bed 28
In the end, until she was about to go back, Qingtian's mental state was still in a trance.

Seeing that her daughter suddenly stopped clinging to Mr. Jing, and seeing how sticky she was at the beginning, even she and Qingzhi hadn't enjoyed it, Yuan Mou was a little puzzled, but didn't think much about it.Thought it was fresh.

This is also good, so as not to stick to others all the time.

Yuan Mou hugged the lost Qing Tian, ​​"Mr. Jing, thank you for your hospitality today." The woman thanked with a smile.

The boy nodded slightly, "You are welcome to come down and come back."

"Okay." As for whether she will come or not, that is up to her to decide, but she probably won't come again in the future.She didn't want to hang out with him too much.

And Wang Guizai couldn't help being happy seeing that Qingtian's younger sister was no longer following that person, thinking that he could play with her in this way.

However, Qingtian, who was depressed, didn't want to ignore him.

On the way back, I have been lazily lying on my mother's shoulders.

This downturn continues to this day.

Even Yuan Mou realized that her daughter's neck was wrong, and gently rubbed her slender hands against her sweet, round face.Especially the bulging place, it was rubbed and trembled slightly, it was so cute and tight.

"What's wrong with my baby girl? She has a small face of grievance. Did someone bully you?"

Seeing her mother worried about herself, Qingtian also realized that she was wrong.The little face immediately changed into a smiling face.

"No, I just want to eat cherries."

"Really?"

"Well," the little girl replied seriously.

"Okay! Qingtian is good, mother will pick it right away, and pick the biggest and reddest one for my little one."

"Hmm~." Qingtian smiled happily.

Seeing that her daughter finally smiled, Yuanmu felt relieved!

Looking at the food on the table~, my father and brother must still be waiting to eat.

Qing Tian quickly grabbed Yuan Mou's clothes again: "Mother~ Let's go deliver food to my brother and the others first, let's pick cherries!"

Seeing that Yuan Mou didn't move, he probably wanted to pick cherries with her, so his little hand waved back and forth.In the end, Qingtian performed her nirvana, holding Yuan Mou's hand and walking forward: "Mom, let's go!" Acting cute and coquettish.

"Alright~ listen to my daughter." Yuan Mou said helplessly.
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In the empty yard, a little boy sat under a big tree with a bench in his hand.

The summer sun is very bright.Under the big green tree, the little boy's shoulders trembled and he didn't know what he was doing.

Wang Miao took a closer look and saw a piece of wood in his hand.

But Wang Gui held a small knife in his hand, and because he was still a child, he was not very strong.

You can't cut off a lot of wood chips at once, you can only carve bit by bit.

"Son, who taught you this?" The man's rough and generous voice sounded from behind him, and Wang Gui's hands trembled in shock, almost cutting off his fingers.

And Wang Gui just frowned, and then continued to move behind Wang Miao's back.

"Brother Qing Yuan taught me."

"Oh~ so that's the case! But son, you probably won't be able to complete the carving in a few months."

Now, Wang Gui turned his head: "Daddy, can you do it?"

"meeting!"

"Then daddy, teach me!"

"Okay!" Wang Miao agreed without hesitation.Since the death of his beloved wife, he chose to join the army for a few years and handed over his son to Qi Hongyun, but when he came back, he found out that she treated his son like this. After inquiring about what happened to his son, he felt guilty all the time and wanted to make it up to him.

Now the opportunity was presented to him, and his son asked him to help, he had to help, and he was very happy.

He took another bench and sat down: "Give it to me! I'll teach you how to sharpen it." The big hand stretched out.

Wang Gui handed him the wood.

Ask again: "What do you think it looks like?"

With the expectant eyes of his son.But Wang Miao looked left and right and really couldn't see what the sculpture looked like?
I could only bite the bullet and ask tactfully: "Son, what did you carve?"

Seeing that he didn't see it, the little boy was a little disappointed, but he said with innocence: "This is Sister Qingtian."

Wang Miao silently looked at the four images in his hand.

(End of this chapter)