fire-breathing baby ruffian

She rolled her eyes and said angrily, "Xiao Xi, can we talk about something nutritious?"

Hearing what she said, the little Nailboy looked displeased, as if he was about to spit fire again.

Chu Qiao stroked her forehead, and hurriedly asked sensibly, "Okay, so, Xiaoxi, are you a little tiger?" She didn't want to sleep outside at night.

"I just told you that I'm a little rabbit, why do you still ask me if I'm a little tiger?!" The little milkman pouted displeasedly, "My lord is really baffled."

"..." A group of crows flew past Chu Qiao's head.

Now she really wants to lift this brat up and beat him up! ! !It's just that she didn't see it. In what she couldn't see, the little milk boy was covering her mouth and laughing secretly.

After going to bed, Chu Qiao helped the little milk baby cover the quilt, and was about to go on a date with Zhou Yue.But……

"Mother, I can't sleep, can you tell me a story?"

"If you can't sleep, you can count, and you can count sheep."

"Then can I count dogs?"

"Whatever." A certain woman said impatiently.

"But why should I count dogs?" Little Milkman looked at her with big curious eyes, without blinking.

With sparks in her eyes, she turned around, looked at him, suppressed the anger in her heart, twitched the corner of her mouth and said, "Aren't you unable to sleep?"

"That's right, that's why Xiaoxi wants mother to tell me stories." The little milk boy looked aggrieved.

Well, the topic of going around and around came back again.

As if taking revenge, Chu Qiao squeezed the little milk baby's pink and tender face with her hands "hardly", and then said with a smile: "Then you promise me, after telling the story, you will go to bed obediently and don't make trouble?"

"Yeah." This time, the little milk baby nodded sensiblely.

Chu Qiao smiled slyly, and said in a slow voice, "This story is scary at the beginning, funny in the middle, and sad at the end—"

"Really?" The little milk baby looked at her with that kind of expectant eyes, and urged again and again: "Mother, please tell me! Mother, please tell me!!"

"Okay, then I'll talk." Seeing him like this, Chu Qiao was really cute. She couldn't help but kissed his little cheek, and then said, "Once upon a time there was a ghost... who farted... ...and died in the end..." (Voice of speech: Everyone who reads the official watch despises me, you have heard this story, but my little Xi has never heard of it, oh hehehe...)

The little milk boy looked at her with contempt, and asked, "Mother, are you sure this is a story?"

"Yeah, I just grew up listening to this story." A certain woman brought out her ability to open her eyes and tell lies to the extreme.

"No wonder mother is so stupid." The little milk boy looked suddenly enlightened, and then looked at her with the eyes of seeing an injured kitten and puppy.

"..." Looking at the wall, Chu Qiao had the urge to cry and hit the wall.

Forget it, sleep.Don't make trouble with yourself. In the ancient times when there were no skin care products, how important it is to have a beauty sleep.A certain woman comforted herself very much in her heart.

On a sunny morning, in the backyard, Chu Qiao was lying on a deck chair and basking comfortably in the sun.

During the time she came to ancient times, she brought the spirit of the rice worm into full play.

It's just that this kind of life is too dull and has no novelty at all.Okay, what about the house fight?Okay, what about Gongdou?What about sadomasochism?Why is it that the heroines in Mao's novels live happily, but why is she so... ordinary?