Dressed as the Fujiao bag of the captain's house

Chapter 389 Good-looking people should dress up with good-looking things

Mu Nannan's ears were soft, and after the dizziness in his head was suppressed, he coaxed him for a while, and he didn't continue to get angry.

"Does Nanbao know what brand of milk powder you drink?"

Song Jing held her in one hand, and took the baby bottle in the other to wash it in a clean basin.

Mu Nannan didn't even allow him to go down by himself.

"I don't know what brand it is."

She moved her legs and said:
"The milk powder is packed in a transparent bag without any label on it."

"I only know that the milk powder I drink is all taken out by my second uncle in the milk powder factory and brought home."

"In that case, Nan Bao drank this kind of milk powder all his life?"

"Never changed?"

Song Jing twisted the cap on the cleaned bottle with one hand, and carried her back to the main room.

Liu Yan and Xu Lanxin, who were washing sweet potatoes at the door of the house, watched them pass by without any surprise.

Ever since Boy Song lived in their house, her Nanbao's legs have completely lost their function.

I was carried away by people inseparably every day, and I couldn't use it even if I wanted to.

Sitting on Song Jing's lap, Mu Nannan replied slowly:

"It hasn't changed."

"There is only one milk powder factory in our city. It's good to have milk powder to drink. Who cares about the brand or not."

After she finished speaking in a flat tone, she looked up and saw Song Jing looking at her with distressed expression.

"Brother Song, you..."

Song Jing squeezed her little hand and interrupted her:

"Nanbao, I have my brother here, just wait, within ten days, my brother will definitely get you the best milk powder in Kyoto."

Mu Nannan couldn't keep up with his brain circuit.

He added:
"When children reach a certain age, they have to switch to formula milk."

"The milk powder you drank when you were a baby may not be suitable for you now, and there may be situations where the nutrition is not right."

"In the big shopping malls in Kyoto, there are specially sold milk powder suitable for your age group, as long as you have foreign exchange certificates, you can buy it."

"Don't worry, my brother doesn't have much in his hand, but all kinds of bills and money."

Mu Nannan wanted to open his mouth and say, there's no need.

Song Jing changed from the seriousness just now to the usual nonchalant, he changed the action of pinching her hand to pinching her face, and said with a smile:
"Does Nan Bao think now that having an extra brother like me makes a lot of money?"

Mu Nannan gave him a disgusted look.

He smiled even brighter:
"I can't guarantee anything else, but when it comes to eating and drinking, brother, I will never treat you badly."

"In addition to milk powder, I also want to buy you a beautiful little skirt, little leather shoes, a little schoolbag, and all kinds of doll toys..."

Liu Yan and Xu Lanxin at the door laughed while listening.

They know that Song Jing is not bragging, but really has this ability.

But if he was really allowed to buy these things, it would be taking advantage of him.

Of course Xu Lanxin didn't want to take advantage of him, so she said to him:

"Xiao Jing, stop talking."

"Nanbao is still young, and she is in the countryside. If you bought those things back, her clothes are too eye-catching and not suitable."

"Listen to Aunt Lan, don't waste money buying it for her."

Soo Kyung's disapproving rebuttal:

"What happened to the countryside?"

"Nan Bao is so good-looking, even the child stars in the movies are not as good-looking as her. Good-looking people should dress up in good-looking things."

He looked determined to buy it.

Finally came a sentence:
"I want to pamper Nanbao, buy her a little skirt, and dress her up like a little princess."

Xu Lanxin and Liu Yan shook their heads and stopped persuading them.

Mu Nannan looked at him inexplicably and said:

"Actually, I don't really like being a princess that much."

This is a polite refusal.

But Song Jing couldn't tell, and was still counting what to buy for her.

There was a smile on the boy's face all the time, and when he looked down at the little doll in his arms, his slightly childish eyebrows and eyes were full of tenderness.

Mu Caocao, who came to the door to get sweet potatoes, inadvertently stared blankly.

(End of this chapter)