Chapter 178

The little guy was suddenly picked up, and it didn't look very unexpected.

Obviously, her mind is not on this matter at all.

The body leans toward the outside, and his mouth is still urging Feng Tingmo, "Baba, go, go, there are many beautiful flowers outside, you can help Xiao Conghua pick them!" The little guy didn't give Feng Tingmo another look. He just looked at the flowers outside.

Now, with Baba's help, she can pick many beautiful flowers!

The more I think about it, the happier I am. My little face is full of smiles.

Feng Tingmo didn't say much. He walked out with the little guy's strength.

In front of this little guy, the ordinary man is always gentle

Chang Cong shook his head and looked back at them.

That's the charm of that little guy.

I'm willing to give her the best of everything, that little smart guy

But outside there is no peace, from time to time you can hear the sound of xiaoconghua whirring.

"Baba, hurry up, that good wine over there..." "Baba, be careful, don't damage the little flower..." "Oh, Baba, put me down, there's a super beautiful little flower below..."

There are so many words like this. It's just picking a few little flowers. It's also so lively.

Chang Cong has a funny look on his face.

Probably because of the presence of Feng Tingmo this time, the little guy doesn't need to run around the garden, just around the pavilion.

That's why they can hear their conversation so clearly.

Men don't know if they don't speak, or if their voice is too small, but they can only hear the little guy's chirping all the time.

Chang Cong can almost imagine the helplessness on a man's face.

Fortunately, the harvest is finally over.

"Sister porridge, look, there are a lot of pretty little flowers in xiaoconghua and Baba!" The little guy walked in front, took a small flower in his hand, and rushed to the porridge happily.

Chang Cong quickly stretched out his hand and put the scallion wreath in his arms.

Fortunately, the little guy is very light. Otherwise, I'm afraid that two people will roll on the ground.

The little guy rubbed in his arms, raised his head and pointed to the back.

Chang Cong sees Feng Tingmo behind him.

Men holding a large bouquet of flowers in his arms, there are big and small, mixed together.

The hair is probably rubbed, a bit messy.

It should be a sad look, after all, this scene is really not good-looking.

But in this man, it's just the opposite.

There is no expression on the man's face, holding such flowers in his arms, coupled with messy hair, but it neutralizes his own coldness, and increases his uninhibited breath.

Often porridge tut tut amazing, sure enough, the face value is justice.

This kind of shape, men can hold up, there is nothing to say

Of course, these ideas are just for a moment. Just think about it for yourself. The man has to strip her alive

The man put the flowers directly on the table. When they were just in the man's arms, they didn't seem to have much.

This will be placed on the table. As soon as the bouquet is dispersed, the table will be full.

Chang Cong swallowed. How many flowers did this little guy destroy

"Porridge sister, these flowers are enough, not enough scallion flowers to pick some more and Baba!" Little guy's face is full of excited expression, obviously just picking flowers makes little guy very happy.

There is even a sense that Baba would not come back now if she could not hold it!

There are so many beautiful flowers. She wants to pick them all back!

So this meeting looks at Chang Cong with some expectation in her eyes. She hopes that sister Cong says it's not enough, so that she can pick it again

The little guy's eyes are full of bright expectations. How can chang Cong not see it.

Quickly hold down the small scallion, "enough, enough, these are enough, do not need to pick." I'm afraid I can't use all of them on the table. Picking them again is a waste. There's no need for that.

"All right." Shallot flower Du Du mouth, tone inside obviously also with some regret.

Chang gruel quickly opened up the topic, did not dare to let the little guy continue to think about it.

"Xiaoconghua wants to learn how to make wreaths. My sister is teaching you now." Chang Cong shook the wreath in his hand. During the time when he was just picking flowers, Chang Cong made some more, which is half of the meeting.

"Good looking, good looking!" The little guy first looked at the wreath in the hand of Chang Cong, and obviously liked it very much.

"Sister porridge is so greasy!" The little guy's eyes are full of undisguised adoration.

"Xiao Conghua also wants to learn!" Obviously, the little guy has put the matter of picking flowers behind him. Now his mind is full of it. She is as powerful as sister Cong!

"Well, my sister will teach you." Seeing that the little guy was obviously distracted, Chang Cong was relieved.

There are all kinds of flowers on the table, which is convenient for her teaching.

Roughly selected some convenient to use, put in front of the little guy.

Often porridge porridge first put down half of their hands, hands teach shallot flowers.

They were in harmony for a while.

On the other side, Feng Tingmo sat at his starting position again.

Finishing his skirt, just holding flowers, let his skirt again messy.

Looking at the flower juice stained in front of the skirt, Feng Tingmo frowned, and his breath was cold and gloomy.

Maybe it was just in my arms.

He has a habit of cleanliness, so naturally he can't bear such things.

Look up to see, in front of a large and a small is focusing on the hands of the wreath, Fengting Morton.

Without interrupting them, they just got up and left.

He has to go back first and change his clothes.

And the two people here, who are addicted to the garland, naturally did not notice Feng Tingmo's action.

After all, after picking flowers, he has no value for the time being

Although it's a bit unfair to say that, in fact it's like this

"This one should go through from this side... Yes, that's it..." here, Chang Cong is still patiently teaching Xiao Conghua, with obvious surprise on his face.

I didn't expect the little guy to accept it so quickly.

Although making a wreath is not a high IQ thing, it's a surprise for Chang Cong that a little guy can do this for the first time.

After all, when she first learned, she was much older than the little guy, but she didn't do it as exquisitely as the little guy does now.