"My Miss Sillist, I know that you young people love to pursue things called romance, such as walking around like a fool in the rain and missing your sweetheart by the way, isn't that the case, I was once young, so I know what you think, and of course I certainly haven't done such childish things when I was courting your mother, baby."
"I have to tell you about the dangers of this matter, you know that after the rain, your body will catch a cold, you will have a fever, and if it is serious, you may lie in bed and be ill, and finally you may have to move to the ICU ward of the hospital for a year and a half, God I can't think of it anymore."
Bren shook his head with a serious face, and pulled his daughter, who was still standing at the stairs, to his side, and without saying a word, raised his hand to stroke her beautiful hair to see if it was wet.
"Oh Dad, what are you doing?"
Mu Jin stomped her foot speechlessly, reached out to hold her father's hand, looked at him, and her father complained with an aggrieved expression, "Dad, how can you touch my hair, that's my hairstyle that has been carefully combed for a long time." ” Well, now it's all a chicken nest.
"Sir, I'm checking your hair to see if it's wet, and then think about whether to call a family doctor to do a simple physical examination or take you to the hospital right away" Bren put down his hand and said seriously.
Mu Jin rolled his eyes speechlessly, smoothed his hair with his little hand, and then walked to the door and closed the door.
She closed the door and walked back to her father, took her father's hand and led him in the direction of the living room sofa, deliberately lying as she walked away in order to dispel his exaggerated thoughts.
"I don't need Dad, in fact, I just coaxed you to play, I didn't come back in the rain at all, I came back by taxi, and the gardener came to pick me up with an umbrella as soon as I got off the car.
Well, so Dad, my hair didn't get wet a little bit during the whole process, and my skirt didn't get wet a little bit, so you can rest assured."
"Oh, I'm relieved to hear you say that."
Bren exhaled, but quickly put on the same serious look as he had just now, turned his head to look at his little daughter and reprimanded him unhappily, "Sir, you shouldn't make such a joke with your father, this kind of joke is not beneficial at all."
"Got it, got it" Mu Jinjin, who walked to the sofa, sat on the sofa.
She looked at the loudspeaker playing classical music in front of her, and rolled her eyes a little sullenly.
No, she had to find a way to distract her father, or she would have to lose a lot of time.
Mu Jinjin lowered his eyes playfully, and then stood up straight and asked his father, who was standing on the edge of the sofa and chattering about his "crimes".
"Oh, Dad, I'm so hungry, I'm going to starve to death if we go to the dining room to eat."
"Yes, look at my memory," Bren stretched out his hand and patted his forehead, as if he remembered something important, reached out and touched his daughter's head, looked at her daughter guiltily, and said, "Baby, I only cared about teaching you a lesson, and I forgot that you must have been hungry when you came back from the plane from Pittsburgh for so long."
Don't be afraid, baby, I'll go to the kitchen and ask them to hurry up and make you a big table of delicious food."
"Uh-huh, go, go, dad." oshow7 t1706231537: