The sky-high cute baby, the president's daddy delivered it to the door

Chapter 1772 Meeting and not knowing each other (8)

The child cried even more fiercely.

"She's alone?" Ye Yiwei also leaned over and knelt down in front of the child. She was only three or four years old, and she was terrified of strangers, and couldn't stop crying when she saw them.

Meng Zhanyang nodded: "It seems so, let's wait here with her, maybe her parents will come here soon."

"it is good."

Ye Yiwei stood up, went to a canteen not far away, and bought five lollipops.

It's the easiest way to coax children, as long as there is sugar, they will be good in a while.

Just like when I was a child, no matter how sad I was, I would break my tears and laugh when I ate candy.

She tore open the packaging bag and put the lollipop to the child's mouth: "Baby, eat candy. Auntie bought you a lollipop. It's so sweet, um... so sweet!"

The child looked at Tang and then at Ye Yiwei, not knowing whether it was her vivid expression or the sweetness of the lollipop that made the child stop crying.

The little guy opened his mouth and bit the lollipop in his mouth. Tears were still hanging on his face, and he didn't cry anymore.

"You eat too." Ye Yiwei sat down and handed one of the lollipops in her hand to Meng Zhanyang, then tore open one and put it in her mouth.

Such a warm scene appeared on the street, like a family of three sitting on the side of the road eating lollipops, enjoying themselves happily.

Although the woman's appearance is a bit sloppy and ugly, but the warm feeling is not compromised.

"Baby, is the lollipop sweet or not?" With a smile all over her face, Ye Yiwei took the opportunity to get close to the child.

"Yeah." With a lollipop in his mouth, the child nodded in satisfaction.

Seeing the well-behaved child in front of her, Ye Yiwei smiled even more happily, children are so easy to coax.

Ye Yiwei couldn't help but think of the child she gave birth to, it's been four years, so it should be this old!

Her gaze fell on Meng Zhanyang, and she said with a smile, "Baby, how about letting Uncle sing for you? Welcome, Uncle will sing."

Meng Zhanyang waved his hands again and again: "I can't sing, you can sing, I really can't."

"You sing, the baby still wants to hear it, sing it quickly, don't make excuses, applaud and welcome." Ye Yiwei started to applaud, and the child followed suit, looking at Meng Zhanyang happily.

The two women, one big and one small, were rushing to the shelves, Meng Zhanyang looked at the child's expectant eyes, and didn't delay any longer: "Okay, okay, I can't sing well, just listen to it, don't laugh. "

He cleared his throat, opened his mouth and knocked Ye Yiwei down.

"I'm a painter with strong painting skills. I want to paint the new house more beautifully. I painted the roof and the walls. The brushes are flying around. My little nose has changed..."

Especially when Meng Zhanyang pointed at his nose with an innocent expression, Ye Yiwei couldn't hold back for a moment, and burst out laughing.

The child was also very happy, and laughed "giggle".

"Laughing when you say you are not allowed to laugh, I won't sing anymore."

Meng Zhanyang blushed, singing nursery rhymes on the street was already very embarrassing, and now he was being laughed at. There was no place to put his face, so he had to wipe it off and put it in his pocket.

"Baby said uncle sang well?" Ye Yiwei quickly stopped laughing and looked at the child.

"Okay." The child replied happily, and the two applauded together.

"Look, the baby also said that you sing well, so sing one more."

"Stop singing." He didn't do such a shameful thing, and so many passers-by came and went, making him feel uncomfortable.

　Guess who this little girl is?

　　
　
(End of this chapter)