The first bamboo horse: spoiled little green plum

Chapter 649 0648. High school requires accommodation. (48)

Zhuang Xinian threw off his shoes, ran to Jiang Qiucheng and sat down beside Jiang Qiucheng wearing slightly oversized cotton slippers, hugged Jiang Qiucheng's arm and said with a smile: "No need! We can eat enough You are full! Dad Jiang, are you full? If not, I think I can eat a little more with you!"

Zhuang Xinian stretched out her hand, and made a gesture to indicate how big it is.

Probably the size of a fingernail.

Jiang Qiucheng laughed, and covered Zhuang Xinian's head with his big hands: "No, thank you little girl! Dad is full!"

After Jiang Shaoheng walked in and called "Father", he took the two schoolbags back to his room.

Zhuang Xinian watched the TV that Jiang Qiucheng was watching, and thought it was not good, so he whispered in Jiang Qiucheng's ear and asked, "Father Jiang, Niannian wants to watch another TV station, this is not good."

Without further ado, Jiang Qiucheng gave the remote control to Zhuang Xinian.

"Thank you, Father Jiang! Niannian loves you!" Zhuang Xinian took the remote control and made a big heart on his head with both hands, then changed to his favorite animation station with a smile.

After Jiang Qiucheng stepped down from the top position, he became kinder to the naked eye, which was specifically manifested in Zhuang Xinian and had nothing to do with Jiang Shaoheng.

If it weren't for the fact that Jiang Shaoheng and Jiang Qiucheng really looked like they were carved out of the same mold, they might not have been suspected of having a fake father-son relationship.

After Jiang Shaoheng went in, he took a shower before coming out, walked out, looked at Zhuang Xinian and said, "Niannian, go take a shower quickly, and take you home after you take a shower."

Zhuang Xinian was enjoying watching anime, but she also wanted to go home, so she fell into hesitation for a while.

"You only have two or three sets of pajamas here, and you haven't put your change of clothes here yet. You have to go home and get them. It's okay to replay the animation for you later." Jiang Shaoheng said patiently.

"Okay." Zhuang Xinian obediently put down the remote control and went in to take a shower.

Zhuang Xinian likes to play with the water in the bath, usually if there is nothing important, Jiang Shaoheng will just let her play as much as he wants, and he will turn up the heating in the room enough so that she won't catch cold.

It was also because of Jiang Shaoheng's pampering that Zhuang Xi took this bath for a full hour before coming out.

Fortunately, when she came out, her clothes were not wet, otherwise, she would have to be taught a lesson by Jiang Shaoheng.

"Brother Shaoheng, are you free to blow-dry your cutie's hair?" The little girl's soft and waxy voice sounded, lying on the back of the single sofa, blinking her big watery eyes and looking at Jiang Shaoheng.

Seeing this small appearance, Jiang Shaoheng's heart softened, and after laughing with Jiang Qiucheng, he stood up and took Zhuang Xinian back to the room.

The little girl was wearing fluffy pajamas and was sitting on the edge of the bed. She had turned down the heating in the room. Like a primary school student, she clenched her hands into fists and put them on her knees. She closed her eyes quietly and waited for Jiang Shaoheng to give her a hand. Blow your hair.

In fact, it's not that Zhuang Xinian can't blow her hair, but she's a little scared. When she blows her hair in the dormitory, she rushes over to rub it against someone who is blowing it. After a long time, they will automatically help her blow.

Zhuang Xinian closed her eyes and trembled her eyelashes, stopped the hum of the hair dryer in her ears from operation to stop, but the hands on her head never left, and then there was the feeling of a comb brushing her hair.

She opened her eyes: "Thank you Brother Shaoheng! Brother Shaoheng is the best!"

　Some people are afraid of hair dryers, there is no reason, they just don't like the feeling of the wind blowing over the scalp, it's gloomy.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)