Song Qingci nodded with a smile, pinched his little nephew's chubby face, said "I'm leaving" to his parents and brother, and disappeared outside the door in a blink of an eye.
"Many people in the neighborhood say that our Xiaoci is a tomboy and it's hard to get married. Let's wait until Xiaoci gets married and see how they keep talking!"
Luo Xianghui muttered.
"Mom, why are you so angry? Our Xiaoci was wearing a skirt and a little makeup just now. Who wouldn't say she is a gentle and gentle beauty?" Song Qinghui said with a smile. Hearing this, Luo Xianghui's expression softened. But she still sighed: "I just quit that job. There is almost no chance to wear a skirt during work. When she is resting at home, she has a boyish personality. It is difficult for her to wear a skirt. She is like the sun. Come out from the west, if she can do this during her vacation in the future, then I can feel relieved!"
Hearing this, Song Yaohua and Song Qinghui, father and son, laughed out loud. However, Song Yaohua didn't say anything, but Song Qinghui continued to speak: "Don't worry, now that Xiaoci has a boyfriend, she will naturally not be like before. I only know how to wear trousers. Besides, girls all love to look beautiful, and our Xiao Ci is no exception to this."
"I don't think so."
If the little girl really loves beauty, why haven't she ever seen her wearing a skirt when she is resting at home?
"Okay, now that the children are older, let's worry less. They have their own ideas no matter what they do."
Song Yaohua comforted his wife: "Besides, Xiaohui and Xiaoci were raised by us. Don't you know what their conduct is like? As long as the two children don't mess around outside, they can do whatever they want."
"Okay, okay, you are a loving father and I am a tiger mother."
Giving Song Yaohua a roll of her eyes, Luo Xianghui said: "I just think girls look good in skirts, and they make people feel gentle and soft, which makes them cute."
Song Qinghui: "Mom, I think girls look pretty good in trousers. Besides, it's really more convenient to wear trousers."
"Your mother, I didn't say that girls don't look good in pants. What I mean is that it's better for your sister to wear skirts when she rests at home." Her family, Xiao Ci, is pretty. Although she has neat short hair, she wears a skirt. At first glance, she is a gentle yet intellectual girl. If she goes out like this, what else can the neighbors say?
However, the little girl can still count the number of times she has worn skirts since she was a child.
Let's put it this way, if I can afford not to wear a skirt, I will never wear it.
When asked why I don’t like wearing skirts, the answer is that it’s inconvenient to fight!
Stinky girl, a skinny monkey!
Although she was thinking this, the corners of Luo Xianghui's mouth curled up slightly, which showed that she was not really unhappy about her daughter's preference for wearing pants.
After walking out of the community, Song Qingci didn't wait long on the side of the road when she saw a black car slowly stopping beside her. This car not only looks thick, high-end and classy, but also feels very comfortable to sit in.
The truth was exactly as Song Qingci thought. As soon as she sat in, she felt very comfortable.
"Really take me to your company?"
Song Qingci was sitting in the passenger seat. At this moment, Ming Xiu was helping her fasten her seat belt. Hearing this, he said "hmm" and said, "Our company has a floor dedicated to leisure and entertainment for employees during their lunch breaks." Relax, you can go take a look.”
Song Qingci nodded with a smile, pinched his little nephew's chubby face, said "I'm leaving" to his parents and brother, and disappeared outside the door in a blink of an eye.
"Many people in the neighborhood say that our Xiaoci is a tomboy and it's hard to get married. Let's wait until Xiaoci gets married and see how they keep talking!"
Luo Xianghui muttered.
"Mom, why are you so angry? Our Xiaoci was wearing a skirt and a little makeup just now. Who wouldn't say she is a gentle and gentle beauty?" Song Qinghui said with a smile. Hearing this, Luo Xianghui's expression softened. But she still sighed: "I just quit that job. There is almost no chance to wear a skirt during work. When she is resting at home, she has a boyish personality. It is difficult for her to wear a skirt. She is like the sun. Come out from the west, if she can do this during her vacation in the future, then I can feel relieved!"
Hearing this, Song Yaohua and Song Qinghui, father and son, laughed out loud. However, Song Yaohua didn't say anything, but Song Qinghui continued to speak: "Don't worry, now that Xiaoci has a boyfriend, she will naturally not be like before. I only know how to wear trousers. Besides, girls all love to look beautiful, and our Xiao Ci is no exception to this."
"I don't think so."
If the little girl really loves beauty, why haven't she ever seen her wearing a skirt when she is resting at home?
"Okay, now that the children are older, let's worry less. They have their own ideas no matter what they do."
Song Yaohua comforted his wife: "Besides, Xiaohui and Xiaoci were raised by us. Don't you know what their conduct is like? As long as the two children don't mess around outside, they can do whatever they want."
"Okay, okay, you are a loving father and I am a tiger mother."
Giving Song Yaohua a roll of her eyes, Luo Xianghui said: "I just think girls look good in skirts, and they make people feel gentle and soft, which makes them cute."
Song Qinghui: "Mom, I think girls look pretty good in trousers. Besides, it's really more convenient to wear trousers."
"Your mother, I didn't say that girls don't look good in pants. What I mean is that it's better for your sister to wear skirts when she rests at home." Her family, Xiao Ci, is pretty. Although she has neat short hair, she wears a skirt. At first glance, she is a gentle yet intellectual girl. If she goes out like this, what else can the neighbors say?
However, the little girl can still count the number of times she has worn skirts since she was a child.
Let's put it this way, if I can afford not to wear a skirt, I will never wear it.
When asked why I don’t like wearing skirts, the answer is that it’s inconvenient to fight!
Stinky girl, a skinny monkey!
Although she was thinking this, the corners of Luo Xianghui's mouth curled up slightly, which showed that she was not really unhappy about her daughter's preference for wearing pants.
After walking out of the community, Song Qingci didn't wait long on the side of the road when she saw a black car slowly stopping beside her. This car not only looks thick, high-end and classy, but also feels very comfortable to sit in.
The truth was exactly as Song Qingci thought. As soon as she sat in, she felt very comfortable.
"Really take me to your company?"
Song Qingci was sitting in the passenger seat. At this moment, Ming Xiu was helping her fasten her seat belt. Hearing this, he said "hmm" and said, "Our company has a floor dedicated to leisure and entertainment for employees during their lunch breaks." Relax, you can go take a look.”
Song Qingci nodded with a smile, pinched his little nephew's chubby face, said "I'm leaving" to his parents and brother, and disappeared outside the door in a blink of an eye.
"Many people in the neighborhood say that our Xiaoci is a tomboy and it's hard to get married. Let's wait until Xiaoci gets married and see how they keep talking!"
Luo Xianghui muttered.
"Mom, why are you so angry? Our Xiaoci was wearing a skirt and a little makeup just now. Who wouldn't say she is a gentle and gentle beauty?" Song Qinghui said with a smile. Hearing this, Luo Xianghui's expression softened. But she still sighed: "I just quit that job. There is almost no chance to wear a skirt during work. When she is resting at home, she has a boyish personality. It is difficult for her to wear a skirt. She is like the sun. Come out from the west, if she can do this during her vacation in the future, then I can feel relieved!"
Hearing this, Song Yaohua and Song Qinghui, father and son, laughed out loud. However, Song Yaohua didn't say anything, but Song Qinghui continued to speak: "Don't worry, now that Xiaoci has a boyfriend, she will naturally not be like before. I only know how to wear trousers. Besides, girls all love to look beautiful, and our Xiao Ci is no exception to this."
"I don't think so."
If the little girl really loves beauty, why haven't she ever seen her wearing a skirt when she is resting at home?
"Okay, now that the children are older, let's worry less. They have their own ideas no matter what they do."
Song Yaohua comforted his wife: "Besides, Xiaohui and Xiaoci were raised by us. Don't you know what their conduct is like? As long as the two children don't mess around outside, they can do whatever they want."
"Okay, okay, you are a loving father and I am a tiger mother."
Giving Song Yaohua a roll of her eyes, Luo Xianghui said: "I just think girls look good in skirts, and they make people feel gentle and soft, which makes them cute."
Song Qinghui: "Mom, I think girls look pretty good in trousers. Besides, it's really more convenient to wear trousers."
"Your mother, I didn't say that girls don't look good in pants. What I mean is that it's better for your sister to wear skirts when she rests at home." Her family, Xiao Ci, is pretty. Although she has neat short hair, she wears a skirt. At first glance, she is a gentle yet intellectual girl. If she goes out like this, what else can the neighbors say?
However, the little girl can still count the number of times she has worn skirts since she was a child.
Let's put it this way, if I can afford not to wear a skirt, I will never wear it.
When asked why I don’t like wearing skirts, the answer is that it’s inconvenient to fight!
Stinky girl, a skinny monkey!
Although she was thinking this, the corners of Luo Xianghui's mouth curled up slightly, which showed that she was not really unhappy about her daughter's preference for wearing pants.
After walking out of the community, Song Qingci didn't wait long on the side of the road when she saw a black car slowly stopping beside her. This car not only looks thick, high-end and classy, but also feels very comfortable to sit in.
The truth was exactly as Song Qingci thought. As soon as she sat in, she felt very comfortable.
"Really take me to your company?"
Song Qingci was sitting in the passenger seat. At this moment, Ming Xiu was helping her fasten her seat belt. Hearing this, he said "hmm" and said, "Our company has a floor dedicated to leisure and entertainment for employees during their lunch breaks." Relax, you can go take a look.”
Song Qingci nodded with a smile, pinched his little nephew's chubby face, said "I'm leaving" to his parents and brother, and disappeared outside the door in a blink of an eye.
"Many people in the neighborhood say that our Xiaoci is a tomboy and it's hard to get married. Let's wait until Xiaoci gets married and see how they keep talking!"
Luo Xianghui muttered.
"Mom, why are you so angry? Our Xiaoci was wearing a skirt and a little makeup just now. Who wouldn't say she is a gentle and gentle beauty?" Song Qinghui said with a smile. Hearing this, Luo Xianghui's expression softened. But she still sighed: "I just quit that job. There is almost no chance to wear a skirt during work. When she is resting at home, she has a boyish personality. It is difficult for her to wear a skirt. She is like the sun. Come out from the west, if she can do this during her vacation in the future, then I can feel relieved!"
Hearing this, Song Yaohua and Song Qinghui, father and son, laughed out loud. However, Song Yaohua didn't say anything, but Song Qinghui continued to speak: "Don't worry, now that Xiaoci has a boyfriend, she will naturally not be like before. I only know how to wear trousers. Besides, girls all love to look beautiful, and our Xiao Ci is no exception to this."
"I don't think so."
If the little girl really loves beauty, why haven't she ever seen her wearing a skirt when she is resting at home?
"Okay, now that the children are older, let's worry less. They have their own ideas no matter what they do."
Song Yaohua comforted his wife: "Besides, Xiaohui and Xiaoci were raised by us. Don't you know what their conduct is like? As long as the two children don't mess around outside, they can do whatever they want."
"Okay, okay, you are a loving father and I am a tiger mother."
Giving Song Yaohua a roll of her eyes, Luo Xianghui said: "I just think girls look good in skirts, and they make people feel gentle and soft, which makes them cute."
Song Qinghui: "Mom, I think girls look pretty good in trousers. Besides, it's really more convenient to wear trousers."
"Your mother, I didn't say that girls don't look good in pants. What I mean is that it's better for your sister to wear skirts when she rests at home." Her family, Xiao Ci, is pretty. Although she has neat short hair, she wears a skirt. At first glance, she is a gentle yet intellectual girl. If she goes out like this, what else can the neighbors say?
However, the little girl can still count the number of times she has worn skirts since she was a child.
Let's put it this way, if I can afford not to wear a skirt, I will never wear it.
When asked why I don’t like wearing skirts, the answer is that it’s inconvenient to fight!
Stinky girl, a skinny monkey!
Although she was thinking this in her heart, the corners of Luo Xianghui's mouth curled up slightly, which showed that she was not really unhappy about her daughter's preference for wearing pants.
After walking out of the community, Song Qingci didn't wait long on the side of the road when she saw a black car slowly stopping beside her. This car not only looks thick, high-end and classy, but also feels very comfortable to sit in.
The truth was exactly as Song Qingci thought. As soon as she sat in, she felt very comfortable.
"Really take me to your company?"
Song Qingci was sitting in the passenger seat. At this moment, Ming Xiu was helping her fasten her seat belt. Hearing this, he said "hmm" and said, "Our company has a floor dedicated to leisure and entertainment for employees during their lunch breaks." Relax, you can go take a look.”
Song Qingci was sitting in the passenger seat. At this moment, Ming Xiu was helping her fasten her seat belt. Hearing this, he said "hmm" and said, "Our company has a floor dedicated to leisure and entertainment for employees during their lunch breaks." Relax, you can go take a look.”
Then replace. . . Catching insects. . .
