Xin Mo'er stared at the mandarin duck on the purse, feeling extremely unhappy and staring at her angrily. Do you really think you are her stepmother? She didn't even look in the mirror to see if she had that ability!
Before Feng Qingcang could say anything, Xin Moer's pink little hand immediately stretched out and snatched the purse, blinking her big bright eyes, looking at it carefully and pondering it seriously.
Zuo Wan put her hands on her waist in the air, her expression a little stiff.
"Father, is this purse embroidered with a chick?" Xin Mo'er asked Feng Qingcang innocently as she played with the items in her hands.
Zuo Wan's face was dark. This embroidery was better than Ji Shuangfei Yuanyang embroidery, but she worked hard at home for more than a month to embroider it well. Although it was not as good as those professional embroiderers, she thought it was not bad. However, Xin Mo
The baby's mouth turned into a chicken?
If Feng Qingcang and Feng Qingyu weren't present, she would even have the urge to slap the little kid.
She believed that the little girl must have done it on purpose.
"Well, Mo'er said that it is what is embroidered." Feng Qingcang did not deny it, but nodded in agreement.
Feng Qingyu glanced at Zuo Wan's stiff expression, then looked at Xin Mo'er's expression, and secretly covered his mouth. He always knew that this girl was bad in nature, but he didn't expect to be so bad.
.
Well, it tastes like him.
Zuo Wan's hands were shaking with anger. She wanted to explain that this was not a chicken, but a mandarin duck, but Feng Qingcang directly admitted Xin Mo'er's words. If she continued to explain, she would undoubtedly be asking for trouble.
Xin Moer cooed, looked at the purse in her hand, and nodded appreciatively, "But this chick is quite beautiful."
Zuo Wan's tightly clenched hands slowly loosened. Maybe she was overthinking. What does a four-year-old child know? Maybe she didn't recognize what a mandarin duck was.
The expression on his face softened a lot, with a slightly forced smile. He took two steps forward, reached out a friendly hand to touch Xin Moer's head, looked at Feng Qingcang, and praised without hesitation, "This is Xiaojun
Lord? So cute."
Dissatisfaction appeared in Xin Moer's eyes. She hated this woman's touch very much! She quickly turned her head away, the purse in her hand fell off, she pinched her nose, and her childish voice sounded, "Father, why is there the smell of body odor here?