Transmigrated in the 90’s as a Little Dumpling

Qiao Xi's hair volume is sufficient, her hair is quite heavy, and she often yells for scalp pain when she has a braid.

"Then twist the braid, tie it tight for you, don't move it."

He made the decision directly for her, and this time Xiao Tuanzi had no objection, so he let go of his hand obediently.

Soon, two long and thick braids were braided along the back of her head. Chu Jin's hands were too clever. These slender and beautiful hands fixed the ends of the hair with rubber bands, and patted them while sitting on the bench. The little sleepy girl, "Okay, take your kettle, ready to go to school."

Grandma Li was still thinking that Song Qiaoxi didn't tie her braids, and shouted in the back room, "Song Qiaoxi? Grandma has two heads and it's your turn, come on?"

Song Qiaoxi heard Grandma Li call her, "whoop" she got up from the bench, and stepped on two legs that were slightly longer, but still short, and ran into the bedroom with "bada bata".

I turned around in front of Grandma Li, showed her beautiful braid, proudly said: "Grandma Li, my hair is tied up, thank you, you don’t have to tie my hair at noon anymore, someone will tie it to me. braid!"

Chu Jin outside the house, listening to Song Qiaoxi's sweet little milk, the comb in his hand fell to the ground with a snap.

The skull hurts instantly, like a bolt from the blue.

No, after co-authoring, every day at noon, it's my turn to braid her?

Teacher Chu Tony, washing, cutting, blowing, and child labor, and doing everything, has since carried Song Qiaoxi's personal "hairdresser" burden at "Red Flag Little Dining Table"...