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Chapter 139 I Smell, See If It Smells

Qin Mochen really wanted to tell the little girl that those two people were not father and daughter, but once he saw those big, dark, bright eyes, he couldn't say anything.

According to this girl's character, if he said they were not father and daughter, she would definitely ask what the relationship was. Qin Mochen didn't want to tell her these dirty things.

The little girl looked at him, still waiting for his answer.

Qin Mochen was silent for a while and said: "Just like people are different, the relationship between father and daughter is also different, so..."

Su Keke nodded thoughtfully: "Uncle, I understand."

Qin Mochen hesitated, "As long as you understand, don't worry about this. What others do has nothing to do with you. Just do your own thing."

Su Keke continued to nod.

Qin Mochen thought for a moment and added uneasily, "You said last time that these father and daughter are not good people, so don't talk to them when you see them in the future."

"Okay uncle, I understand."

After taking a walk, the two of them took a shower, and then Qin Mochen called the little girl who had just taken a shower into the living room.

"Stretch your hand over here." Qin Mochen took out a set of nail clippers, from large to small, from pointed to flat, including ones for fingernails, toenails, and polishing.

Su Keke looked at the set of knives and exclaimed: "There are so many kinds of nail clippers!"

"Haha, is this too much?"

Su Keke: Well, I am a country bumpkin.

The little girl sat down next to the man, obediently stretched out her hand, stared at him seriously, and asked: "Uncle, do you want to trim my nails?"

Qin Mochen raised his eyes to look at her. He had already picked up her little claws, pinched one of her fingers and started to cut them, "If I don't cut it for you, when will you think of cutting it yourself?"

Su Keke grinned and looked at him with bright eyes, "Uncle, you are so kind. I like you so much."

Qin Mochen's hand holding the little fleshy paw paused slightly, and then continued nonchalantly, "I really like it now? Last time when he was angry, he called me Uncle Liar."

Su Keke bared her teeth at him, "I like it when you treat me well, but I don't like it when you treat me badly."

The slight arc at the corner of Qin Mochen's mouth gradually deepened, "You are so old, but you still look like a child."

Su Keke refused, leaned forward, and asked him: "Why do I look like a child? Look at me, I am much taller than a child. I feel like I have grown one centimeter taller recently."

"Oh, that's right. But when you stand next to me, the top of your head only reaches my chin."

"Uncle, it's a visual inspection. It's not accurate. You have to use a ruler to measure this!"

"I'm very observant, there's no doubt about that."

"..."

Click, click, click. The man's movements were a bit unfamiliar at first, but he gradually became more proficient.

When all ten fingernails were cut, Su Keke stretched out his fingers and looked at them carefully, and said happily: "Uncle, you cut them really well. The shape is round and the cut surface is very smooth."

Suddenly, she chuckled and grabbed Qin Mochen's big hand, "Uncle, let me cut your nails too!"

But when she opened the man's hand, she saw that the fingernails were neatly trimmed and even more beautiful than hers.

Qin Mochen has a special image designer who covers everything from head to toe. Of course, he doesn't need to do things like cutting nails himself, but

The man raised his eyebrows and suddenly said: "Last time, my fingernails were cut, but my toenails were not."

Su Keke was stunned and looked at his feet.

The man was still sitting with his legs crossed, his feet in sandals hanging leisurely.

Compared with hers, my uncle's feet are really big, and the toenails on his upper toes are a little bit longer, but they are not to the point where they need to be trimmed.

After Su Keke hesitated for a while, she said, "Then I'll cut uncle's toenails?"

Qin Mochen laughed softly and said, "I'm just teasing you, I don't need you for such a thing."

"Really don't need it?"

"It's really not necessary."

"Uncle, can you lend me this set of nail clippers?" Su Keke asked.

"do what?"

Su Keke twirled her toes and said with a smile: "My toenails seem to be longer than my fingernails."

Without waiting for Qin Mochen to say anything, Su Keke quickly waved his hand and said, "I don't need uncle to come here. My feet are smelly, so I can do it myself."

"You are so self-aware?" Qin Mochen raised his voice slightly, his eyes falling on the little girl's moving feet, "Here, reach over and let me smell it. Is it really smelly?"

Su Keke quickly hugged her feet, "Even if it doesn't stink, it won't work. These are my feet. In ancient times, men were not allowed to look at a woman's feet, let alone touch them. That would be blasphemy."

Qin Mochen couldn't hold it back and laughed out loud, "You're not allowed to see your feet? But what should I do if I've already seen them? You said you don't want to be an antique. The way you hold your feet is not like an antique."

When Su Keke heard this, he quickly let go of the hand covering his feet, then kicked off his feet, and handed the feet directly to his mouth, almost not piercing his mouth, and hummed: "Uncle wants to cut my toes."

Damn it, I don’t care if you stun you."

Qin Mochen looked at the plump, white and tender little feet in front of him, and thought to himself: What's so stinky? They still have the fragrance of shower gel.

He patted the instep and said, "I just said smell it and see if it smells bad. I didn't say I wanted to cut it for you."

Su Keke immediately put her feet back and asked her uncle with a smile, "Does it... smell?"

"Wouldn't you know it if you heard it yourself?" Qin Mochen said.

As expected, Su Keke hugged her feet and smelled it. The scene was extremely funny.

"Uncle, it doesn't seem to stink, it smells quite good!" Su Keke immediately expressed his feelings after smelling his feet.xdw8

Qin Mochen couldn't help coughing, and the corners of his mouth raised slightly, "Then you can cut it yourself."

As expected, Su Keke held her own feet and started cutting them, sighing from time to time, "These nail clippers are so sharp and easy to use."

Qin Mochen reminded: "Be careful, don't cut the meat."

There was a ding, and the text message came.

Su Keke's mobile phone was placed on the coffee table. When the text message came, the screen lit up.

Qin Mochen saw that she was cutting her toenails carefully, so he picked up the mobile phone on the coffee table and prepared to hand it to her.

However, the text message prompt on the screen made Qin Mochen, who glanced at it unintentionally, immediately become cautious.

The person who wrote the letter was Qin Junchi, and the content of the text message was as follows: Sister Coco, have you returned to the house? Send your things...

The information behind it was hidden, and Qin Mochen didn't know what it was.

"Uncle, whose text message is this?" Su Keke asked casually.

Qin Mochen looked at her and said, "Qin Junchi."

When Su Keke heard this, she didn't know what to think of, and immediately took the phone from Qin Mochen's hand. The phone was raised vertically, blocking Qin Mochen's prying eyes.

Qin Mochen's brows suddenly furrowed when he saw her guarding against thieves.

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