Mrs. Huo, she is very charming

The little guy was contented in bed, grinning.

Then, like thinking of something, he looked at Jiang Fanxing and said, "Mom, your hair hasn't been dried yet."

Huo Hanxiao snorted coldly, and the smelly boy found out!

"You go to sleep first, and mom will blow it when you fall asleep."

"I help my mother blow!"

"Good."

Huo Hanxiao, "..." Son of a bitch, grab a woman with me!

After getting the consent, the little guy sat up from the bed and looked at Huo Hanxiao standing by the bed, "Dad, where's the hair dryer?"

Huo Han Xiao narrowed his eyes, "let's reason?"

The little guy held his head up, as if he didn't quite understand why his father had to reason with a child.

Pinched pinches the foot Ya son, stands on the bed.

Then jump into Huo Hanxiao's arms.

Huo Hanxiao was frightened by this jump.

Quickly hugged him, "do what?"

"Dad, don't be jealous. I'll wait for you to take a bath! "

With a childish look, the little guy patted Huo Hanxiao on the shoulder.

Huo Hanxiao can't laugh or cry

Jiang Fanxing also laughed, "husband, go and get the hair dryer. It's late. It's time for him to go to bed. "

Huo Hanxiao grits his teeth, takes xiaoxingkong to the dresser and puts the hair dryer in xiaoxingkong's arms.

"Mom, come here, dad and I will help you blow your hair!" The little guy was very excited and waved to Jiang Fanxing on the bed.

Jiang Fanxing got out of bed.

Maybe it's because when I just hugged the little guy, the movement range was a little big.

The shoulder strap of her nightgown slipped onto her arm, exposing her large skin to Huo Hanxiao.

He has a bad throat.

This woman, torture him on purpose!

"Wait a minute." Huo Han clamor low mouth, "first lie down, cover the quilt."

Jiang Fanxing gave a hum and looked at him for unknown reasons.

Huo Hanxiao put the little starry sky on the dressing table, "be honest, you broke your mother's cosmetics, we both have to end."

The little guy nodded heavily!

Huo Hanxiao felt relieved and went to the cloakroom to find a shawl.

"Put them on first."

Jiang Fanxing, "..."

He looked down at his nightgown and said nothing. He took the shawl and put it on.

And fasten the strap tightly.

"Can I get out of bed now?"

"Yes." Huo Han nodded with satisfaction.

Jiang Fanxing just got out of bed.

"Mom, sit down, sit down!" Little star pointed the chair in front of the dresser with her toes, "I help my mother eat her hair!"

Jiang Fanxing smiles and sits on the chair.

Conveniently put a pair of his feet on the belly, "thank you for my baby son."

"You're welcome!"

The little guy held the hair dryer and studied it. He soon understood it and pressed the switch.

Whoosh Whoosh

The hot air blows out.

Straight on the little guy's face.

The blow made the little guy's features twist together.

Huo Hanxiao's and Jiang Fanxing's hearts are almost beating.

"Little starry sky!"

"Ouch, Hello!"

Huo Hanxiao grabs the hair dryer, turns off the switch and leaves it aside.

Holding the face of the little starry sky, nervously checking, "did you hurt it?"

The little starry sky grinned and said, "it's fun. I want to play!"

Then he wanted to get the hair dryer.

But he was stopped by Jiang Fanxing, "no mischief!"

The little starry sky has a flat mouth.

Jiang Fanxing looked at his stupid son, "this thing can't blow to his face."

If Huo Hanxiao's skin is rough and his flesh is thick, it's OK. Xiaoxing is white and tender. How can he stand so much trouble.