Song Nanchen thought her daughter was shy and embarrassed to say hello to others.
He directly put Song Shengsheng down and pushed him in front of little Fubao.
"Come on, don't be shy, say hello to your sister, see how generous she is."
But the next second, Song Shengsheng cried "Wow".
Little Fubao instantly petrified on the spot.
His expression was struck as if struck by lightning.
She didn't know what she had done wrong and why the two children didn't like her.
Song Nanchen was also a little surprised, so she had to hug Song Shengsheng again, with a slightly helpless expression: "Little cotton-padded jacket, why are you crying again? Look at my sister, she was injured and didn't even cry. How brave, our little cotton-padded jacket is also
Very brave, right?”
When he said this, Song Shengsheng cried louder and louder.
Xiao Fubao, who had been rejected twice, also looked at Sang Mizhou at a loss.
However, Sang Mizhou didn't care about the children's affairs at all. He packed up the medical kit and returned it to the program team, then went back to his seat and sat down.
[Look, can this uncle take care of the baby? The little baby is looking at him asking for help, but he still pretends to be nonchalant and doesn’t know how to comfort the little baby.]
[Baby, if you’re not sad, it’s definitely not your fault! Stop doubting yourself! 】
[Young Master, could you please move your precious mouth and comfort the little baby? I can’t stand it anymore!]
[This little cotton-padded jacket is really true. How many times has she cried this morning? She cries whenever she doesn’t do what she wants. It’s so noisy. I came here just because their live broadcast room is too noisy and they cry all the time.
, but I heard it again, and it was like a magic sound. Is it okay to cry from my own live broadcast room to someone else’s live broadcast room? If not, get out! Song Nanchen doesn’t know how to educate children at all, it’s such a waste of favorability!]
[Upstairs, do you want to be so harsh on children? You didn’t cry when you were a child?]
Finally, with Song Nanchen's constant comfort, the little cotton-padded jacket's crying slowly subsided.
She pointed at little Fu Bao, because she had just cried, and her words were intermittent and had a little milky voice, which was particularly cute: "I don't like her!"
Xiao Fubao was hit again, and his whole body was petrified on the spot.
Sang Wanzhou looked on and laughed out loud.
Hearing his smile, Song Nanchen lowered his eyes and glanced at the petrified little guy, his eyes widened and his mouth opened slightly.
He looked cute and funny, and he couldn't help but let out a low laugh from his throat.
He suppressed a smile and said, "Why doesn't Little Cotton Jacket like my sister?"
Regarding her favorite father, Song Shengsheng also answered all questions: "I just don't like her! She dresses better than me!"
Then there was another burst of crying.
Sang Wanzhou glanced at little Fu Bao, who was confused and neither crying nor fussing.
In fact, if you want to say whose clothes are more expensive, Song Shengsheng’s clothes must be more expensive.
They are all custom-made by famous brands, and the skirt alone costs tens of thousands of yuan.
The skirt that little Fubao wore was just a few hundred yuan worth of stuff bought in the mall.
If I really want to say she's pretty, I can only say that this breast dumpling is so pretty. Even the little monk's robe she was wearing when we met yesterday couldn't hide her cuteness.
Little Fubao was stunned for a few seconds, and suddenly he touched something on his body with his little hands.
A few seconds later, he suddenly took out a White Rabbit toffee from his pocket, stretched out his short hand, and said in a sweet voice: "Here is for you. I have eaten this candy. It is very sweet. Don't hate it."