Dressed as the Fujiao bag of the captain's house

Chapter 388 It will kill me
"Well, Xiao Nanbao, don't look at me like that."

Song Jing looked at her drinking milk, and suddenly raised her white hand to cover her heart, saying:

"Your little face that bulges into a steamed bun when you drink milk will kill me..."

Ma Yuehong was amused by his exaggerated movements and tone of voice.

Mu Nannan gave him an angry look.

Brother Song is a real person, will he die if he doesn't tease her for a day?

With such a handsome face, I thought it was the kind of aristocrat raised by a big family in the book, but in the end, his behavior seemed out of place.

Sometimes even naive than her little child.

"Grandma, I'm done drinking."

Mu Nannan shook the empty bottle and burped for a long time.

"Nanbao is so cute."

Ma Yuehong, who is helping her comb her hair, complimented:
"Drink all the milk powder that milk made for you."

"When I'm making breakfast later, grandma will post a tortilla cake for you to eat."

"Nanbao loves to eat browned tortillas the most. You must put more lard on the iron pan, so that the tortillas will be burnt and fragrant."

Grandma likes to coax her in a childlike tone, so Mu Nannan giggled happily at her.

Listening to her laughter, Song Jing couldn't help showing a smile on his lips.

After Mu Nannan combed her hair, she was picked up by a big hand before she had time to take out the small mirror and take a picture of what hairstyle the grandmother gave her today.

"Brother Song."

She was riding on Song Jing's shoulders, holding his ears with two small hands, and said depressedly:
"When you pick me up in the future, can you say hello to me in advance?"

"The feeling of suddenly flying into the air is really scary."

"Row."

Song Jing didn't care if his ears were pulled, just like every morning in the past, he ran around the house with her on his back, yelling:

"Fly, fly..."

He is tall, with long legs and long feet, and he runs fast.

Mu Nannan also felt like being carried by him, but when he saw how high he was from the ground, he felt a little scared.

Her little hand no longer grabbed his ear, but tightly grasped his slender index finger, and said softly:
"Brother Song, you're running too fast, slow down."

The more she said to slow down, the faster Song Jing ran.

Ma Yuehong looked at it for a while with a smile, and then went to the kitchen to get busy.

As if teasing her on purpose.

Song Jing quickly ran around the house for a dozen times before stopping under Mu Nannan's protest.

"Nanbao, you're too aggressive. You have pulled off several strands of my brother's hair."

He finished complaining, and then used his hands as a comb to gather his messy hair.

Mu Nannan blew away the strands of hair torn from her little hands in front of him, and said angrily:

"Deserved!"

"Who told you to run so fast on purpose to scare me."

Seeing that she seemed to be really angry, Song Jing couldn't help squatting down, and coaxed her in a good voice:
"Okay, Nan Bao has the best temper and is the most generous. It's my brother's fault. Don't be as knowledgeable as your brother, huh?"

Mu Nannan, who was a little dizzy from being circled around by him, stopped talking and ignored him.

Song Jing continued coaxing tirelessly:

"My brother is also my first brother. I saw that the children in the village like to ride on their father's shoulders, so I want to learn this method to make you happy."

"But since you don't like it, I won't do it in the future."

(End of this chapter)