Chapter 170 (1/2)

The little girl was slowly shaking her short legs, sitting on a small bench waiting for the cake to be baked.

She remembers the birthday of Baba people ~

many times before.

Ye sang dragged her soft face, and her short legs swayed. Under her curled eyelashes, the cat's eye of Bu Ling blinked.

”Mulberry is sleepy...” She saw the cake put in the oven and whispered a word with her small face on her back.

”Miss Sang Sang, go to sleep first.” Mu housekeeper rubbed her head, looking at the little guy a sleepy and dare not sleep appearance, the bottom of my heart filled with thick love, ”I help you look at it.”

When the little girl is sensible, she is also really sensible. She shakes her head and cheers up, ”mulberry is not sleepy.”

She opened her round cat's eyes and looked at the oven without blinking. Her clever appearance made people's hearts melt.

Now it's very late, the little guy tooted his mouth and rubbed his eyes. The cute appearance made the housekeeper look soft and confused.

Look at what a wonderful child.

Why is his husband so indifferent to others?

Mu Chen yawned and saw that the little rabbit was still there. He held his head lazily and said, ”how long do you want to wait?”

He couldn't understand why the child was so attached to the cake.

The little girl sipped out her dimple and tilted her head to look at Mu Chen.

”Uncle ~” her cat's eyes blinked and her voice was soft. ”Are you going to have a birthday?”

”Sang Sang you a birthday song.” The little guy raised his face. His cat's eyes were clear and full of childish soft.

Mu Chen was stunned by her unexpected turning point, and then couldn't help laughing out, ”do you know when my birthday is?”

To be honest.

If the little guy doesn't remind him, he really forgets that there is a birthday in the world.

Ye Sang was shaking his short legs, and his clear cat's eyes were staring at him.

Half ring, in Mu Chen's inexplicable eyes, the little guy's milk Huhu came forward, the small body pressed in the past, soft and soft whispered, ”happy birthday.”

”Baba ~”

the last two words are extremely crisp.

Mu Chen pupil slightly tight, long finger a stiff, was caught off guard.

The man can only subconsciously embrace the little guy in his arms in case she falls.

Ye sang small milk cavity word by word clear, together in the past is full of serious: ”happy birthday.”

Mu Chen's fingertips stopped slightly and saw the little guy slip down from his arms like a loach.

”The cake is ready.” Her cat's eyes were bright, her milk was whirring and she turned to touch the oven.

Mu Chen breath slightly stopped, do not want to drag people back, the voice slightly sank down: ”you don't move.”

”I'll get it.”

Can the oven move freely?

Does the child have common sense?

It turns out.

Not really.

The little guy watched him take out the cake. The cat's eyes blinked, and he was staring at Mu Chen with some limpid warmth.

”Happy birthday.”

Mu Chen action slightly pause, listen to her repeated words again, and then look at the cake on the table, he vaguely understand what.

It turns out that it's not a child who wants everything.

Man's fingertips some stiff move, in her clever finish this sentence, a time chest was sour and complex filled.

”How do you know that?” Half ring, he opened his mouth, voice line unexpectedly soft a bit.

”The little guy raised his face and half tilted his head,” grandfather said