Leisure time of raising children

Chapter 227 Headshot?
After the darkness receded, the room returned to tranquility.

Jiang Chenyao sat on the chair, because of the psychological ripples caused by what An Yi just said.

It gradually returned to its former tranquility.

He quietly looked at the doughnut in his hand, which was exactly like Lin Wanjiao.

Holding it in his hand at this moment, it feels like Lin Wanjiao is by his side right now.

He found something similar to modern foam.

Put the face man in.

Just putting it beside his desk, Jiang Chenyao then picked up the book of war.

It's just that at this moment his face is different from the cold and stiff face before, but the lines are softer, and sometimes there is a faint smile on his face.

From time to time, he looked at the face of the face, if An Yi could describe that look.

That is a tenderness like water, that is called tenderness.

Unfortunately, it's not for people.

This is the expression on the faces of people who are [-]% similar to Mrs. Lin. If it is true that Mrs. Lin is staying next to the master, the master will probably laugh like crazy.

……

And Lin Wanjiao here, after being entangled with the face-faced person for a while.

Gradually I don't care at all.

At this moment, she was staring at Jiang Chenyao's mask in her hand.

Thinking, what should I do with this thing?
Should it be stored in a space, or should it be eaten in one bite?
She opened her mouth hesitantly, always feeling that there was something wrong with the bite.

If you bite your head, you always feel that the rest of the dough is like a headless man, a bit of a curse.

Coupled with this action, it is slightly like a headshot.

Just thinking about it, Lin Wanjiao felt like she had a picture in her mind instantly.

If he bites from the side, this missing arm and leg will be seen by others.

It doesn't look that good either.

After struggling for a while, Lin Wanjiao still didn't know where to start.

Immediately, Lin Wanjiao sighed deeply.

It's better to keep this Jiang Chenyao-like noodle man and throw it into the space.

This benefactor-like noodle man is not very suitable to eat.

Let's leave it alone.

It's okay to be idle, and offer another three sticks of incense.

Maybe, this benefactor will protect him all the time.

Lin Wanjiao thought with some humor in her mind.

I found a corner, a remote place.

First put the dough man into the space,

After waiting for a while, Lin Wanjiao came out from the alley.

In order to prevent anyone from doubting what she had just entered the alley, when Lin Wanjiao came out, she specially took a wooden stick in her hand.

That's right, this wooden stick represents the face man on Jiang Chenyao's face face.

Then, Lin Wanjiao came out with the stick openly and aboveboard, and she was about to walk two steps along with the flow of people, so she threw the wooden stick somewhere.

Lin Wanjiao was deeply speechless about her thinking of ways to solve the face-to-face matter.

It seems that I have found a crime for myself by spending so much money.

Not only did the noodle man fail to eat, but he also had to find a way to find him a place to stay.

"Selling hair flowers, is there any girl who wants hair flowers? Beautiful hair flowers, beautiful hair flowers!"

Lin Wanjiao took a step or two, and was quickly attracted by a voice.

It was a stall selling head flowers, and a middle-aged woman with a sallow face was calling out there.

There were several young girls standing in front of the stall in front of him.

At this moment, the few of them seem to be standing at the booth picking flowers.

Lin Wanjiao also became slightly interested in this.

(End of this chapter)