After the real daughter came back, the whole family was so angry that they were jumping up and down

Chapter 10 10 Makeover Coat

The cotton-padded jacket washed herself as quickly as possible and put on the new clothes Jiang Zhouzhou bought for her.

A pink princess dress, paired with a small white knitted jacket, a pair of white socks and white leather shoes.

Even the clothes and pants are matching.

Fortunately, the cotton-padded jacket's brain circuit is different from that of normal girls in this era. Otherwise, because of such complete facilities, she would be so ashamed and angry that she would sue Zhou Zhou for being a gangster.

Of course, with her small body like a bean sprout, no one would be so crazy as to play tricks on her.

However, this outfit is really suitable.

I don’t know whether it’s because the cotton-padded jacket ate three ghost things, or because my stomach has been full these days and I haven’t done any more farm work.

After washing, his dark and dirty face and paws became much whiter.

Wearing pink on her body, she did not become a Death Barbie fan, but made her face look very pink.

Except that she is skinny and has no flesh, and looks like a little girl of twelve or thirteen years old, she is otherwise very good.

Once you wear the little skirt, you look more like a little princess, well-behaved, ignorant, and ignorant of worldly affairs.

However, the cotton-padded jacket didn't care at all. After washing it, he rushed out to show Siming: "It's washed."

He walked around twice in front of Siming, his little face was anxious and worried, for fear of being beaten back and washed again.

Siming was still very satisfied, even though his hair was thin and yellow, still wet and dripping from his scalp: "Take that towel and wipe your hair."

Mian Yao didn't dare to waste a second. She knew she couldn't be more stubborn than Si Ming, so she obediently wiped her hair.

As long as she moves fast enough, she can eat faster.

He put the towel on his head and then output like crazy. After the towel was taken away, the little yellow hair exploded.

"This style is good, this style is good, little jacket, no one else can perm your little fried hair. You must be envious of a lot of people."

Doesn't she look like the popular afro?

Jiang Zhouzhou grinned until tears came out.

The cotton-padded jacket ignored him at all, and leaned his little head towards Siming: "Is it okay?"

The little girl still smells like milk?

Siming moved his face away uncomfortably: "Well, that's enough, let's eat."

Cotton Jacket was so happy that he didn't waste a second and couldn't even lift his head from eating.

Jiang Zhouzhou clicked his tongue: "It's a waste of time that I chose this outfit specially. It's so rude to cheat on me."

"But boss, do you think I have a good eye for choosing clothes? Even an ugly girl looks cute when I put them on. It's not bad. No wonder people often say that a person depends on his clothes."

"Even though this girl is skinny, she still needs to put on more flesh."

Siming looked over faintly: "The clothes you bought?" Buying underwear for a little girl?
Si Ming felt that he could arrange some training projects for General Zhou Zhou.

Jiang Zhouzhou suddenly felt a sudden chill. Although he didn't know why, his survival instinct made him tell the truth quickly: "Hey, I didn't buy it. I asked my aunt at home to help buy it in the department store."

"But this girl's body shape, clothing size, style, and color are all my instructions."

"Let Auntie buy the most fashionable ones. Many girls like them. Boss, do you think I'm awesome?"

Siming looked away, what a shame.

However, the little girl looks really good in this way. You can buy more.

There was a large table of food, but the two grown men only ate two steamed buns and a bowl of porridge, and the rest went into the stomachs of their cotton-padded jackets.

The two grown men were silent for a long time. It was their first time raising a girl, and they didn't know whether to restrict food.

After dinner, Siming wanted to take the cotton-padded jacket to the special department.

The cotton-padded jacket followed obediently and picked up her bundle.

It was still the same bundle wrapped in a dirty torn sheet.

The dark torn sheets and the pink and tender expensive princess dress appeared on the same person at the same time. The two grown men who didn't understand aesthetics felt their eyes hurt when they saw it.

General Zhou Zhou said: "Little Jacket, just leave the things here with the boss. We can pick them up later when we finish the work."

The cotton-padded jacket stared at Jiang Zhouzhou warily: "Mine."

Zhou Zhou resisted the urge to roll his eyes: "I know it's yours and no one wants it. Isn't it tiring for you to hold it like this? Just put it in the house and I won't lose it."

Reach out and get it.The cotton-padded jacket's eyes instantly turned red, and he glared at Jiang Zhou Zhou like a little wild wolf guarding his head.

If it weren't for the breakfast this morning, Zhou Zhou would have flown over the wall.

Zhou Zhou was so frightened that he quickly took his hand back.

If you go a little slower, I'm afraid you'll have to go to the hospital.

I feel angry, this girl has no conscience.

Si Ming has also seen what Zhao Guoyan said about the special protection of food in cotton-padded jackets. It is indeed very food-protective.

He turned around and went to the backyard and brought out a jade gourd the size of a baby's fist.

Passing the cotton-padded jacket: "Feel the feeling."

I held the cotton-padded jacket in my hand suspiciously, feeling cool and comfortable.

She didn't know how to feel, but she "saw" a very special place as soon as she took it. It was very big and empty, with houses, large manors, and mountains and rivers.

Si Ming knew that the cotton-padded jacket could be used as soon as he saw it. He couldn't explain how he felt, but he felt that this girl was getting more and more weird. An ordinary person with no cultivation could actually use a magic weapon.

However, she and Jade Calabash are destined to be together.

"Mark it, and you can put all your things in it from now on."

"Mark?" Mian Jiao was confused: "How to mark?"

"How you mark it depends on you. Everyone's marking method is different."

Cotton Jacket didn't understand, but she understood one thing. This thing was given to her.

"mine."

The little starving ghost protects food and is also very possessive. Her things belong to her and no one can touch them.

So the little gourd is hers.

Siming looked at the cute soul mark of the cotton-padded jacket flashing on the small gourd and was speechless.

The little girl is really a brave person, always getting in and out.

Someone else just needs to mark it, just like a dog peeing on its territory, to show that this thing has an owner.

It was better for her to engrave it on her soul. Not only did it mark that this thing had an owner, but if the owner died, this thing would also have to be buried with it, and no one would want it.

He has a really unique temperament.

As soon as the mark was added, the cotton-padded jacket knew how to use it, and he happily stuffed all his belongings into it.

Zhou Zhou was dumbfounded and looked at Siming in disbelief: "Boss, that is a space magic weapon? Why didn't you give her the space magic weapon? Why didn't you give it to me? I want it too. If I don't have a space magic weapon, give me another one. Magical weapons are also fine, I want them, boss, you can’t be partial.”

"I've been with you for so many years, and I can't be compared to a little girl I've only been with for a day."

"Boss, you can't chill my heart."

After Zhou Zhou complained with tears in his eyes, Si Mingsheng was accused of being a scumbag who loves the new and hates the old.

Si Ming's back teeth felt itchy, and he said angrily: "Can I use it for you? After ten years of practice, you can't even use the magic weapon. You still have the nerve to complain to me?"

Jiang Zhouzhou's breath suddenly became weak, well, he couldn't use it.

He is a loser. He has studied for ten years and still cannot use magic weapons.

Even the lowest magic weapon cannot be used.

So those idiots are not willing to take him to play.

So angry.

Looking at the cotton-padded jacket happily playing with the small gourd, my eyes turned red with envy.

Feeling Jiang Zhouzhou's gaze, Mian Jiao hurriedly hid the little gourd behind him, and even hid behind Siming, glaring at Jiang Zhouzhou: "Mine."

Jiang Zhouzhou snorted coldly and turned his head away.

If you can't see your heart, it won't hurt.

Siming rubbed his eyebrows speechlessly, these two were so childish.

(End of this chapter)