The group pet is three and a half years old: her little milk bag is so cute

Chapter 65 Princess Braid

In the dim little room, Nangong Jue sat on the sofa with his head in his arms, looking decadent and annoyed.

With a sound of "squeak", Shen Ji pushed the door open and came back.

He turned on the light and saw Nangong Jue on the sofa, he was stunned for a second before asking, "Why are you still here?"

"What do you mean I'm still here?" Nangong Jue muffled, looking at Shen Jisui with resentment, "Are you so eager for me to leave?"

"En." Shen Ji nodded honestly.

One day when Nangong Jue was there meant that he would have to sleep on the sofa for an extra day.

Although his little iron bed was short and old, it was infinitely better than the sofa. Just last night, he rolled off the sofa countless times.

"Are you still ashamed to say 'huh'?" Nangong Jue's heart was about to break, "I know, you just think that I'm in the way here and will only cause you trouble, and eat your rice and drink your house for nothing. Shui, sleeping in your bed for nothing, so I wish I could leave sooner!"

Shen Jisui put the bought vegetables and meat on the table, took out the vegetable basket and began to pick vegetables meticulously, "Why do you still stay here with such a high level of ideological awareness?"

Nangong Jue ignored Shen Jisui's words, slumped on the sofa in a self-defeating manner, and began to murmur to himself: "Nangong Jue, Nangong Jue, what can you say? It's all over your head now? It's all right now, and I've made my sister angry again..."

The moment he saw his sister at the door, he was obviously very happy, but then, why did he suddenly become like that?How could he say such hurtful things to his sister?The birthday present I prepared for my sister has not been delivered yet...

Nangong Jue's hand unconsciously touched the hairpin in his pocket, and slapped himself on the forehead irritably.

A loud and crisp sound attracted Shen Jisui's attention. He kept moving his hands, glanced sideways at Nangong Jue, and pursed his lips before speaking: "Judge Lu told me about you today..."

"Lu Ting?" Nangong Jue's back shivered, and he sat up instinctively, and asked vigilantly, "What can he tell you? Is there anything else about me that I don't know?"

Besides, he and Lu Ting are not very close, the only reason they have a little overlap is because his father doesn't like Lu Ting, but coincidentally, his sister likes Lu Ting.

And being targeted by someone like Lu Ting is definitely not a good thing.

Shen Jisui brought the picked vegetables to the small kitchen, and Nangong Jue followed, idly wandering around Shen Jisui.

The tap water pipe was rusted, and it was very ear-piercing to spit out puddles of water with difficulty.

"Do you... remember your mother?" Shen Jisui asked suddenly.

Nangong Jue was taken aback.

mother?
This word is quite strange in his mind, because since he can remember, he has never seen the person he should call mother.

Nangong Jue replied casually: "I heard from others that my mother died of a serious illness when I was very young. Why do you ask this?"

"It's nothing."

Shen Jisui took a deep look at Nangong Jue, and finally said nothing.

Nangong Jue left after living in Shen Jisui's house for no more than three days. Because he was stunned by the cockroaches in Shen Jisui's house, he accidentally hit his head on the corner of the table and was sent directly to the hospital. He shared the bed with Mr. Nangong.

One skipped class openly, and the other skipped class confidently. The father and son spent a happy time in the hospital happily.

In a blink of an eye, it is summer vacation.

In order for little Tao Zhi to adapt to the life of kindergarten in advance, Lu Ting specially selected and enrolled the little one in a preschool class.

In order to personally send the little guy to the preschool, Lu Ting woke up early on purpose, but as soon as he opened the door, he saw the little guy standing at the door, holding a small pink comb in his hand.

"Papa, comb your hair and braid it!"

Xiao Taozhi forced the small comb into one of Lu Ting's hands, and stuffed a handful of colorful things into his other hand.

Lu Ting spread out his palm and saw that it was a colorful hair rope.

He frowned, "Where's Mama Zhao? Ask her to tie your hair."

He is a big man who has lived alone for 26 years. How could he tie his hair like a girl's family thing?

"Grandma Zhao went to the street to buy vegetables."

Lu Ting scratched his forehead helplessly.

With his hands, he can hold a gun and kill people, but he has never braided a kid...

Xiao Tao Zhi tugged Lu Ting's sleeves and pulled him to his room, moved a higher chair in front of the floor-to-ceiling mirror, climbed up to sit obediently.

"Papa, Zhizhi wants a princess-like braid!"

Xiao Tao Zhi looked up at Lu Ting expectantly.

What are princess braids?
Lu Ting pondered for a while, then put the hair rope on the side cabinet, held the comb like a kitchen knife, and made a sharp gesture at the little guy's head.

Finally, Lu Ting lowered his hands helplessly, scratched the skin under his eyes, and inadvertently caught a glimpse of the children's plastic scissors beside him.

otherwise……

Simply cut it off?
Once and for all.

"Hmm... that... is there any princess... with a short cut?" Lu Ting asked tentatively, after thinking for a while, he said, "Aren't there still protagonists in cartoons who also have super short hair?"

Xiao Taozhi: "..."

"Papa, the second repairer you are talking about, he is a little boy, but Zhizhi is a girl!"

"Oh."

Lu Ting smoothed Xiao Tao Zhi's hair expressionlessly. The little guy's hair was not long and had just covered his ears.

He stared at the little guy's jet-black hair, and asked unwillingly: "But don't you think... that Erxiu... has a pretty hairstyle?"

"Papa..." Xiao Tao Zhi frowned, "Second Xiu is a young monk, he has no hair."

Lu Ting sighed heavily.

He symbolically used a small comb to gently scratch the little guy's head a few times, but the little guy's hair was knotted, and he didn't dare to use force for fear of hurting the little guy.

After finally combing it smoothly, Lu Ting grabbed a small strand of hair with his big and well-defined palms, and wrapped it awkwardly with a hair rope twice.

"All right!"

Looking at the loose little tug on the top of Xiao Taozhi's head, the presiding judge of the Lu University secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

This is simply harder than his training to hit ten rings!

"Papa," Xiao Taozhi looked at herself in the mirror with her mouth pouted, poked the little braid on the top of her head with her little fleshy hand, and the little milk voice was not very satisfied: "This...isn't the princess's braid..."

Lu Ting quickly grabbed Xiao Tao Zhi's hand, took it off and put it on his lap.

This ancestor, don't poke his braids that have been tied so hard!

He really didn't want to go through it again.

"But……"

Little Tao Zhi wanted to say something more, but Lu Ting carried it on his shoulders, picked up his schoolbag and strode away, "No matter what, I'm going to be late."

"Oh."

Little Tao Zhi obediently lay on Lu Ting's shoulders, the little tusk on top of her head was bouncing along with the branches.

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