Obviously, with Lin Yaoyan's height of 1.8 meters and muscles that cannot be concealed by short sleeves, it is very likely that she is not a daughter.

The viewers who were waiting to see the little cotton-padded jacket in the live broadcast room were heartbroken.

Lin Miaomiao didn't come in, and Feng Song was heartbroken.

Feng Song thought about it carefully. Recently, she had been chatting with her third senior brother and reminiscing about old times. When she had nothing to do, she ate potato chips and watched TV shows. It seemed that she had neglected her children.

As mentioned in Becoming a Dad 108, sons can be left alone and let loneliness temper their will.

But my daughter cannot be treated like this.

A girl is like a little flower, she needs to be nourished by love and taken care of carefully in order to thrive and bloom the most beautiful flowers.

Although Lin Miaomiao doesn't look like a delicate flower, she is a girl after all, her father's little cotton-padded jacket, and she also needs the nourishment of love.

So Feng Song nodded perfunctorily to Lin Yaoyan, and then waved to Lin Miaomiao.

"Come on, don't be shy, daddy is waiting for you."

Feng Song's tone was very gentle, but in line with her hood——

No matter how you look at it, it's very obscene.

[Just be happy]: It’s poisonous. Host, can you take off the hood? It scares the children.

[Past with the Wind]: If a child watches Conan, will he suspect that his father is a murderer?

[Secret Hot Pot Duck]: It seems that the daughter of a single father is a very shy girl.

[Lan Yutian]: The little cotton-padded jacket is always shy.

[Rainbow]: I can’t imagine what it would be like for a shy daughter brought up by such a social cow father?

[Wealth and wealth bloom]: As the saying goes, the more social a father is, the more gentle, shy and shy his daughter will be.

Feng Song did not watch the barrage, but Lin Yaoyan, who was a little shy, did.

After seeing these barrages, the uneducated Lin Yaoyan only had one word in his mind -

6.

Lin Miaomiao is shy?

In my next life, I won't be shy in this life.

Lin Miaomiao at the door almost rolled her eyes when she heard the shy expression in Feng Song's mouth.

Teacher, brother, dad! Is this a shy question? Wear this headgear and you will die in minutes!

Anyway, even if Lin Miaomiao died, even if she jumped from the window, she would never——

"Don't you want to see dad read fortune telling? Dad seems to have seen something interesting. Do you want to come and take a look?"

Lin Miaomiao:......

Damn it!

Tempt her!

Lin Miaomiao became very interested in Feng Shui and fortune telling ever since she overheard the chat between Feng Song and Wu Mian. She suspected that her father had done something to disgrace their brothers.

But the problem is that when the other party does it, they don’t know anything about it, which is the most annoying thing.

Feng Song threw out the bait, and Lin Miaomiao, who was well versed in Wang Jingze's laws, was immediately caught. She immediately bit the bait like a fish in a pond, and was easily hooked.

"Okay, wait for me."

Lin Miaomiao's soft lolita sound made the audience in the live broadcast room unable to stop.

【Daxia】: Her voice is so cute, she must be a very sweet girl.

[Er Girl]: I wish my daughter had such a sweet voice.

[Silence]: As a divorced single father, do you still want a son-in-law? Is your daughter’s son-in-law okay?

Lin Yaoyan looked at the barrage and thought again.

sweet?

Isn’t it a little silly to judge people by their voices?

Soon, Lin Miaomiao walked into Feng Song's room wearing a black Conan hood and a black sheet. She wrapped herself tightly to avoid being recognized.

Hidden to save face.

Feng Song saw Lin Miaomiao's smile flashing from her lips into her eyes, and she felt truly happy at the sight.

"I like your look very much."

Very distinctive!

Lin Miaomiao rolled her eyes, "If you hadn't tempted me, I wouldn't have worn this dress. Come on, show your interesting things, don't lie to me."

Just as Lin Miaomiao finished speaking, Lin Yaoyan whispered.

"Wait me a moment."

Before Feng Song and Lin Miaomiao could react, Lin Yaoyan had already strode out of the room.

Feng Song and Lin Miaomiao looked at each other, and Feng Song explained.

"He may have an urgent need to urinate. Just wait."

Lin Miaomiao folded her arms, smiling strangely, and the corners of her mouth were too wide. The only white remaining white on the mask was Conan's killer mask, and the corners of her mouth were raised strangely.

"Feng... are you crazy? Don't you have a toilet here? Really, you are so shy for such a big man. I suspect that he is probably a social death and ran away."

This is a good move, urine escape.

If not for being curious about how Feng Song read faces, Lin Miaomiao would have run away long ago.

Lin Miaomiao and Feng Song didn't wait long, Lin Yaoyan came back.

Lin Yaoyan - wearing a black sheet shirt, is back.

Feng Song:......

Lin Miaomiao:......

Lin Miaomiao felt like she was about to be struck by lightning.

She thought that her twin brother was outrageous, but she never thought that he could be so outrageous!

"Don't you... feel embarrassed?!"

Lin Miaomiao asked Lin Yaoyan with a choked voice. She had discovered it. She was praised by Teacher Feng for wearing a bedsheet to cover her shame. Then Lin Yaoyan got jealous, right? She also wanted to wear a bedsheet to let Teacher Feng praise her!

Simply bizarre!

Feng Song blinked, she didn't understand what Lin Miaomiao meant, "It's embarrassing? How embarrassing! How handsome is this shirt!"

"I'll buy a black bed sheet later too."

Feng Song looked at Lin Yaoyan's jersey with yearning.

"No, I want to buy a black robe with gold trim. It looks more domineering."

Lin Yaoyan was neither praised nor disappointed. He stood behind Feng Song and said in a deep voice.

"I have gold sheets."

When Feng Song heard it, he slapped his thigh.

"Okay, bring it to daddy!"

Lin Yaoyan cupped his fists and said, "Yes!"

Lin Miaomiao:......

Isn't this addictive?

Lin Yaoyan walked out of the room slowly, like an ancient general looking for a dragon robe for the king.

Feng Song was in a good mood, she smiled and said to Lin Miaomiao.

"Sit down, sit down, your brother is going to get me the armor. I have a bold idea -"

Lin Miaomiao immediately interrupted Feng Song.

"No, don't have any bold ideas! Stop your ideas!"

Feng Song rubbed his hands, unable to conceal his excitement.

"I can't stop, my thoughts are like a torrential river, endless. I think our family can be a whole golden robe team! It just so happens that our family is the god of war! Then put on the golden robe again, wouldn't it be——"

Lin Miaomiao interrupted.

"That's the golden dung beetle in our family! Feng... are you crazy?! Those people in our family are already very weird, so I'm the only one who's normal. Otherwise, if you men become the gods of war, don't take me with you, okay?!"

Feng Song shook his head.

"No, how can you neglect your daughter? A daughter must be carefully cared for. You must be in the C position. When we all put on the photos, we will watch "The City of Golden Armor" together."

Lin Miaomiao:......
To be continued...