Three-year-old little dragon cub: I am a group favorite in the villain's house

Chapter 238: Wake up, has Mom touched daddy on you?

Xingxing was almost blown away by the smell of this small piece of incense. She pinched her nose and groaned dissatisfied: "Dad, what is this? Why does it stink so much?"

Song Weiguo rubbed her little head funny, but did not answer her words, but said to Jiang Wan: "Madam, when I give Xingxing a bath later, wipe this on her more."

"Husband...is this...there is sulfur in it?" Jiang Wan sniffed gently.

"Yeah." Song Weiguo squeezed her hand: "I'll explain it to you later."

Jiang Wan didn't ask any more questions, and walked into the house while holding Xingxing's nose. Running around.

"Mommy, this smelly, I don't want to use this." Xingxing said, and ran to find her usual Xiangxiang.Her father bought it from the Turks. It has a sweet milky smell. She likes to use it for bathing.

"Wake up, you can't. Daddy must have his own arrangements for doing this." Jiang Wan shook her head towards her daughter.

Seeing this, Xingxing had no choice but to give up her struggle and sat obediently in the small bathtub. She tilted her little head back and spread her chubby limbs. She opened her eyes and said weakly to Jiang Wan: "Auntie, Do I look like... do I look like a chicken that grandma wants to pluck?"

"Bah, bah, bah, how can you talk?" Jiang Wan rubbed the little girl's head and started to give her a bath.

For the brothers of the Song family, Zaizai is undoubtedly the most popular one.

Every time Xingxing took a shower and put on new clothes, Song Jiyuan would always wait outside with a quilt in his arms, and then he would be the first to wrap up Xingxing and carry him into the house.

On this day, he was still standing outside. However, from the moment Xingxing sat in Jiang Wan's arms and was taken out, he was keenly aware that Xingxing had drooped eyebrows and was obviously a little unhappy.

"Okay, big brother, please coax me." Jiang Wan handed Pang Dundun to Song Jiyuan, who immediately wrapped him in a quilt and carried him to their house.

Then, Xingxing was carried into her crib by Song Jiyuan like a mascot.

The small wooden bed was swaying. Xingxing nestled in the warm quilt and looked at Song Jiyuan eagerly: "Brother, my mother-in-law wiped me out."

Xuanxuan, who was nibbling sweet potatoes, came over excitedly and sniffed with his little nose: "Has Mom touched daddy on you?" Song Jichen carried the person away. He had already smelled the smell: "It has a touch of sulfur. The smell is hard to detect.”

"When Xingxing's hair is dry, tell me." Song Weiguo said outside without entering the room.

Song Jichen was a little confused. He looked at Song Jiyuan, but his eldest brother didn't give him any feedback.

Xingxing kept sniffing left and right.

Less than half an hour later, Song Weiguo got the message and walked towards Xingxing with a small porcelain bottle in his hand. He applied some on Xingxing's wrists and behind his ears.

"Dad, what is this? The smell of sulfur seems to be suppressed." Song Jichen stared curiously at the thing in Song Weiguo's hand.

Song Weiguo did not explain, but just gave his sons a look.

A few people understood instantly that this was a secret that could not be told.

"Dad, this is not my Xiangxiang." Xingxing muttered in a low voice, "This has no taste."

"It'll be fine in a few days. In a few days, we'll wake up and put on the fragrance." Song Weiguo touched his daughter's little head: "It'll be fine soon. But, is it okay not to tell others about this matter?"

Xingxing nodded obediently: "Okay (*^▽^*)"

"Except Cheng Qian." Song Weiguo added.

Just after saying this, the three sons of the Song family didn't look good...

(End of this chapter)