Report to the president, Mr. Ben Miao does not warm the bed

Chapter 141 The dog-legged boy (3)

The hair in front of the foreheads of both of them was covered with water, which kept dripping down, which was like a drowned chicken.

Has Mo Ziqi ever been in such a mess?

Xin Miaomiao looked at the embarrassed Mo Ziqi, and smiled until her eyes disappeared.

Mo Ziqi looked at the little bastard in his arms, who was still smiling foolishly with foam on his forehead, and the corner of his mouth was unconsciously hooked into a smile. Instead of retaliating against her, he turned around and took a towel from the shore, and wiped the little bastard. with a small face.

If this shampoo gets into the eyes, this little cub will probably scream delicately again.

The little brat tilted his head up and asked Mo Ziqi to wipe his face, he looked very cute.

Her hair wasn't much in the first place, so it would be clean with just a few strokes. When flushing, Mo Ziqi specially asked her to close her eyes, and hugged him in his arms to wash her.

Others washed her hair, and she didn't have to do it herself. Xin Miaomiao was very idle. One little paw was either patting the water to play, or pawing around, pawing and pawing down some disharmonious things.

Pulling up the disharmonious thing, she put it in front of her and looked at it. It was white, soft, and wet, floating next to her little head...

What is this?Bath towel meow?

How come there are bath towels?

The little boy turned his head suspiciously, to make sure it was really a bath towel, or a big bath towel that she couldn't pull up at all, floating around her head, it was really an eyesore, and it was itchy.

She clutched the corner of the towel and threw it ashore with all her strength. The towel was not thrown ashore, but slowly drifted away with the current... The little boy snorted happily, little He looked quite proud, as if he had done something great.

By the time Mo Ziqi realized something was wrong and saw the bath towel still floating in the distance, it was too late. He was like a certain kid, without a fig leaf on his body, and he was naked...

The little boy's hair was also washed, and the soft hair was sticking to his forehead, dripping wet, she wiped it with her hand indifferently, twisted it in Mo Ziqi's arms, and cried He said: "Wipe, it's uncomfortable meow."

"Uncomfortable, uncomfortable, wipe." Mo Ziqi didn't respond, she snorted again, and lifted her noble little head a little by the way.

Take a look.

Xin Miaomiao was taken aback.

Incredible!

Qiqi's face turned dark, meow.

"Qiqi?" She called out cautiously, looking at the boy who was still hugging her, her big watery eyes kept blinking, seeing that the boy still ignored her, and her body was still a little stiff, she felt strange.

She put her arms around his neck, lowered her head subconsciously, and looked down.

In front of the two of them was a ball of white foam, and with her movements, the ball of foam was slowly, slowly floating... a little bit of floating, floating, floating... finally floating away, revealing The bodies of the two people soaked in the water.

Even if Mo Ziqi had no defense against men and women, he couldn't help but three black lines slid down his forehead at this moment.

The little boy lowered his head, staring at it curiously.

Mo Ziqi couldn't stand the sight, so he stretched out his hand, trying to lift her little head up.

But the little boy had already stretched out his little paws, and lightly, really lightly poked him on the chest, looking at him with sympathy, as if he was seriously ill and was about to die.

"Poor Qiqi, the tail grows in front meow?"