One Child and Two Treasures: Young Master Gu's palm is full of tenderness

Chapter 770 Father and Son Compete for Favor, Come to Fight 5
Such a sensible and heart-warming gesture... Qingqing's nose was sore, and the bottom of her heart was already so sweet that it almost overflowed.

Gu Zhizun turned his back silently, wiped the corners of his eyes to cover up, and turned around again. A tall and straight man with a hair dryer in his hand was standing behind Qingqing. His words were an order, and it seemed to be a plea: "Don't move!" .”

Qingqing is like a clockwork machine, after listening to the order, she really dare not move.

The warm wind was blowing on the hair, it was a little itchy, a little hot, and the back shrank sensitively. He put Xiaobao down affectionately, and he couldn't let go. He turned his head and said, "May I do it myself?"

"Sit down, don't let me repeat a sentence many times before you know how to obey."

Three years later, she gave birth to a strange son, but he didn't do anything for her. Gu Zhizun was already ashamed. If he couldn't even do such a small thing as drying her hair, how would he resolve it? Unable to suppress the distress in your heart?

Gu Zhizun's eyes were slightly sore, his heart ached to the bone, his heart hurt his lungs, did she know?

Qingqing didn't dare to know, suddenly being blown by someone so gently made her very greedy, but she didn't know if she could be greedy, she was a little afraid, afraid that she would sink, but she would not be able to give the same return of love.

The action of a man blowing her hair is not unfamiliar at all.

Blow dry her hair in small bunches,

His movements are very gentle, as if every little lock of hair is a treasure he can't put it down.

Because Qingqing was blind, her auditory and sensory cells are more sensitive than ordinary people.

Even if you can't see Gu Zhizun's face, you can feel his cherishment for her hair that was lost and regained through the frequency of breathing in the air.

She wanted to say something, but it was a pity that thousands of words were pressed in her heart, unable to express, her heart was raining, and she couldn't speak what he wanted to hear;
She didn't care whether he listened or not, and she felt that the language was too pale, so she could only sit there quietly and talk to Xiaobao in the end.

Ask him things, ask him things, and use clumsy language to get closer to his son.

Xiaobao is a master who will not be quiet at all.

After a while hugging her leg and giggling,
After a while he pulls out a drawer of his toys from drawers within his reach.

Most of them turned out to be real guns, and she could tell at a glance that they were not simulated pistols.

Quite a bit heavy.

Qingqing was terrified: "How can you play this for Xiaobao? Be careful not to let the gun go off."

"There are no bullets in it." Gu Zhizun said disapprovingly: "Your son likes guns just like you. Seeing a gun is like seeing a mouse seeing rice. What can I do? I didn't pay attention to you back then. Come on a small one. Can I stop him from liking guns?"

Gu Zhizun thought to our children, it's no wonder that they don't like guns!
Qingqing was powerless to refute, and secretly heaved a sigh of relief, as long as there were no bullets.

She didn't expect her son to like guns, and she silently wrote it down in the little book in her heart. Now she is eager to know more about Xiaobao's hobbies.

After 5 minutes, Gu Zhizun finally dried Qingqing's waterfall-like curly hair. He lowered his head, pressed against her hair, and took a deep breath. It was that smell, which could heal him like an antidote. smell.

Only by tasting this taste can he feel that his life is complete.

Gu Zhizun felt that he had been poisoned by a kind of poison called that he could not live without Yan Qingqing.

In the past three years, although his quality of life has not declined at all, his spiritual world has long been terminally ill.

Now, his antidote was finally found by him.

(End of this chapter)