Xian'er's hair is black and smooth. With such a cut now, she really looks like an extremely handsome little boy.
"Mo'er, can you come?" Baili Fenghua gestured with the kitchen knife.
Xiao Mo'er wrinkled her little face, thought over and over again, and finally strode over, not forgetting to comfort herself: "This is all for my mother, so I risked my life!"
"Haha..." Xiao Feng'er, the only one who didn't need to have her hair cut, laughed happily, walked up to Xian'er, put her little pink hands on Xian'er's hair cutely, and then started again
laughed:
"Xian'er's hair looks better with this cut..."
"Your father's haircut, doesn't it look good?" Baili Fenghua raised his eyebrows and said very handsomely.
Xian'er smiled cutely and made a cute face at her father: "Dad, we can't call you daddy anymore, we have to call you daddy!"
"Daddy?" Baili Fenghua frowned.
Xian'er nodded and smiled: "You haven't noticed that along the way, those children called their father daddy or father!"
"Daddy...Daddy..." Feng'er recited it once and found that it sounded really nice when he called it, so he called it a few more times.
Baili Fenghuayan smiled even more.
He lowered his head and started cutting Mo'er's hair.
With Xian'er being the first to perform the knife, it became even easier when it came to Mo'er. He showed off his knife handsomely, then brushed it, and another handsome short hair came out.
Moreover, he deliberately cut their hairstyles exactly the same, and they have the same face, making them look super cute.
"Okay!" smiled.
Then, he frowned again. The child's hair style was solved. His own hair was really a problem!
"Daddy, let me help you cut it?" Feng'er looked eager to try, inexplicably excited.
"Here I go, my knife skills are the best!" Mo'er turned around very excitedly and was about to pick up Daddy's kitchen knife.
Baili Fenghua stared at Feng'er Mo'er dumbfounded. Not to mention, he was really worried that his son and daughter were cutting it for him!
Especially Mo'er, a little devil who advocates force and has no sense of aesthetics at all. He doubts that his hair will be cut into a chicken coop.
"I'll do it!" Xian'er looked at her father's pitiful appearance and said calmly.
He walked over and took the kitchen knife.
Baili Fenghua was a little relieved now. At least, this kid was calm enough and had a certain sense of aesthetics, so he wouldn't turn himself into a weirdo.
Although Feng'er Mo'er was dissatisfied, she didn't say anything.
These three children were born from the same sibling, because when Baili Fenghua was born, she didn't know who came first, so she didn't even distinguish between big and small.
But there is no distinction between big and small, but Xian'er has always looked like a little adult since he was a child, calm and calm, unlike a child, so Feng'er has always silently shown him that he is the elder.
Although Mo'er was reluctant to respect him as his elder at first, he had great height and martial arts but was not cunning enough. Xian'er had always been cunning and cunning, so in a certain bet, Mo'er naturally lost and became his younger brother.
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But Mo'er is willing to accept Xian'er as his elder sister, but he is definitely not willing to accept Feng'er as his elder sister.
So this sweet and well-behaved little Feng'er naturally became a little girl.
"I feel relieved that Xian'er is here." After sitting down, Xian'er glanced at Mo'er's hairstyle, then looked left and right, then started to operate the knife...
