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Chapter 1938: She's a Dream He Doesn't Want to Wake Up From (7)


"Hmm."

Becca pursed her lips and thought, and after thinking for a while, she came up with a good solution.

She looked at her father and said happily, "I think of a way, Dad, that's a good way, if I choose that way, not only do I not have to make a difficult choice, but I can also make myself fragrant."

"Oh, what a way."

Becca giggled for a moment, and then told her father what she could do, "Well, Dad, that solution is to apply some of these sleep creams on one side of your face, strawberry on the right cheek, and roses on the left cheek." ” "Hmm."

He nodded in satisfaction, his thin lips slightly raised.

He was very satisfied with his daughter's approach.

There are not many children who can have this kind of wisdom at this age.

It's rare to be like her mother's girl in everything, and she is like him in terms of IQ.

Unlike her mother, who was stupid and stunned.

After receiving her father's compliment, Becca was even happier, giggling for a while, and then lowered her little head to unscrew two bottles of moisturizer and apply them to her face, making her face whiter and more tender.

But she found herself holding the balm in both hands, and she should use that hand to open the balm and apply it to her little face Becca decides to turn to her father for help.

Becca looked up at his father and said, "Dad, I'm going to use this bottle of strawberry, Dad, you're going to use this bottle of rose, let's put it on my face together, okay?"

"Hmm."

He smiled and placed the book in his hand on the bedside table beside him.

Then he took the bottle of rose-scented body lotion from Becca's hand and unscrewed it.

Becca also followed her father's movements and unscrewed her little bottle of strawberry-flavored emollient.

His slender fingers dipped in the balm, and then gently applied it to his daughter's white and tender face like an eggshell.

When he painted it, he felt that the creature of women was very incomprehensible.

Take their mother and daughter as an example, tomorrow's skin is good enough, but they still apply it all day long.

I don't know what they're thinking.

Becca, the girl, actually didn't know how to use these emollient creams, and when she saw her father taking them with her fingers, she did the same, put her little hand into the balm box, took one hand, and then wiped it on her cheek, watching her father laugh silly as she wiped it.

Hee-hee.

It's fun to apply sleep cream.

She loved it.

When Ciel walked to the bedroom, the first thing he saw was that the father and daughter were holding a bottle of moisturizer and rubbing it on Becca's face, and the two of them were still smiling at each other, which was very intimate.

Ciel's eyes widened as he looked at the balm they were holding.

Isn't that the moisturizer she's been booking for more than a year and finally got into stock?

How did it get into the hands of their father and daughter?

Cill was so angry that he hurriedly walked in the direction of the bed.

He walked to the side of the bed and stopped looking down at the father and daughter who were busy, and asked angrily: "What are you two doing here, how did my moisturizer get into your hands, explain it quickly" He looked up at her, frowning.

Apparently.

He didn't know what she was angry about Becca, the little girl, was empty-hearted, and quickly moved her little body behind her father's back, and then secretly poked out a head melon seed from her father's shoulder, and secretly observed Syl. oshow7 t1706231537: