Chapter 187 These Sisters Are so Scary

"Cut, then don't look at me!" Song Yaoyao glared at him and stood up angrily.

Then he was frightened by the enthusiasm of countless girls, his expression lost control, he took two steps back, and his face was dazed.

"You... do you want to buy headbands too?"

She stared blankly with big eyes and pointed weakly at the girl who was selling headbands.

Thinking that he was blocking their way, he moved aside embarrassedly.

Then she found that when she moved, they moved too. Each of them had bright eyes, and the look in her eyes made Song Yaoyao's heart throb.

Wow! These sisters are so scary!

"puff……"

Song Wenchuan couldn't hold back, and instantly burst into laughter.

He wiped away the tears from his laughter, and seeing those people who were about to move, Song Yaoyao already wanted to touch them. He quickly squeezed in and took his little girl into his arms, and said apologetically, "I'm sorry, sorry, please let me go, we should go home."

Song Yaoyao was really frightened, she is not a star, these people are too enthusiastic!

"Ah? Is this going away?"

"Wait a little longer! Can we take a picture together, little cutie?"

Song Yaoyao obediently stayed in Song Wenchuan's arms, and was half-held by him to squeeze out of the crowd, and she breathed a sigh of relief when she breathed fresh air.

Her long hair was messed up, she was lying on the probe in Song Wenchuan's arms quietly, and found that those sisters were still holding their mobile phones and slamming her.

She was so frightened that she hid in Song Wenchuan's arms again.

Muffled: "Did they regard me as a rare animal?"

No, it's because you look cute.

"Cough..." Song Wenchuan couldn't help laughing.

When they got farther away, those people finally stopped following.

Song Yaoyao exhaled, the little devil's headband on his head crooked.

Song Wenchuan raised his hand to put it on her, "Still wearing it?"

"why not?"

Song Yaoyao happily supported her headband and shook her head to show him, "Isn't it good-looking? It's very good-looking!" She asked herself and answered, "I want to wear it back to my brother!"

"Brother? It's not biological, but your name is quite close."

Song Wenchuan tasted it, raised his hand to grab it, "Give it back to me, I don't want to give you this little white-eyed wolf."

"don't want!"

Song Yaoyao hurriedly raised her hand to cover her head, ran away with a smile, and stood in the distance, making a slight grimace at Song Wenchuan.

Over the course of the night, her smile never disappeared.

She was never infected by Song Jingwan at all, and even Song Jingwan didn't understand why Song Yaoyao was so satisfied.

A twenty-dollar plastic headband, such a cheap thing, can she wear a sense of happiness?

No one knows what Song Yaoyao has experienced. For her, every minute of every day is worth cherishing.

Happiness cannot be bought with money.

Song Wenchuan looked at Song Yaoyao who was running wildly everywhere, with a gentle expression and a sea of ​​pampering between his eyebrows.

He asked Song Jingwan, "Why don't you wear it? Don't like it?"

"what?"

Song Jingwan was stunned for a moment, and pulled her broken hair together, "No, it's just that my brother bought it for me, I'm afraid of breaking it."

"How is that possible, it's not paper." Song Wenchuan laughed at this answer.

But in the end, Song Jingwan still didn't wear it. She held the headband in her hand and quietly followed Song Wenchuan's side.

From time to time, when he glanced sideways, he would see that his eyes were full of smiles, bright like stars, and his eyes fell on Song Yaoyao from beginning to end.

She gave birth to a lot of unwillingness in an instant, Song Yaoyao obviously didn't make any efforts, and she didn't even want to call her brother Sheng. How could my brother treat her so well and fill her with eyes full of eyes!