Qiu Yixian also took her shopping everywhere. The little guy was also very pretty and liked to wear colorful clothes. Finally, she wore a red coat and a pair of red shoes, like something from a costume drama.
She looks like a little princess. On her head, she wears a red flower.
When she came to a stall, she saw a butterfly-shaped head flower with red silk flowers on it. The little kid liked it at first sight. Qiu Yixian was about to pay for it without saying anything, but next to her, Mu Xinyu was one step faster than her.
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"I can't always let you buy things for little Yiyi."
Qiu Yixian was stunned and didn't insist anymore. Mu Xinyu paid for it, and the store handed him the hair flower. He called the little guy over and tied his daughter's hair awkwardly.[
Unexpectedly, just after the binding, Xiao Yiyi curled up her lips and said unhappily: "Ugly!"
Mu Xinyu was a little embarrassed, but Qiu Yixian immediately said, "Let me do it." Then he unbraided her hair and made a beautiful twist for her.
Sure enough, after twisting a few strands of hair, Xiao Yiyi looked left and right in the mirror and grinned happily: "It looks good! It looks better than dad's!"
Mu Xinyu was obviously a little disappointed. The shopkeeper next to him was a middle-aged woman in her fifties. She didn't know the situation and joked: "It's true. Women are always more careful than men. We are all one family. Your wife is here.
There are still conflicts. Young people just like to compete! The children are so old, why do they know so clearly?"
"Uh..." Mu Xinyu was a little embarrassed, while Qiu Yixian simply touched the little guy's head and pretended not to hear. Mu Xinyu said, "We are not a couple."
"Ah?" The store owner looked at Mu Xinyu and then at Qiu Yixian, "The children are so old, why aren't they getting married yet? Young people nowadays..."
"........."
Mu Xinyu did not continue to explain, fearing that the more he explained, the more internal injuries he would get. He touched the little guy's head and left with Qiu Yixian. We had lunch at a nearby Chinese restaurant. The little guy was not very proficient in using chopsticks, so his picks were all over the table.
It was all. Qiu Yixian had no choice but to let her eat in a polite manner with a spoon and give her dishes from time to time.
"I have a flight next Friday." Mu Xinyu suddenly said while drinking soup. "I should have left a long time ago, but I couldn't make it because I had something to do. I should be able to finish things next week."