"Cut, then don't look at me!" Song Yaoyao glared at him and stood up angrily.
Then he lost control of his expression after being frightened by the enthusiasm of countless girls, and took two steps back with a dazed look on his face.
"Do you... want to buy headbands too?"
She opened her big eyes blankly, and weakly pointed at the girl selling headbands.
Thinking that he was blocking their way, he moved aside embarrassedly.
Then she found that when she moved, they moved too. All of them had bright eyes, looking at her made Song Yaoyao's heart palpitate.
Wow! These sisters are terrible!
"Pfft..."
Song Wenchuan couldn't hold back, and burst out laughing instantly.
He wiped away the tears from his laughter, and seeing those people ready to move, Song Yaoyao was so cute that he already wanted to touch them. He hurriedly squeezed in and took his little girl into his arms, and said apologetically, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, please let me go, it's time for us to go home."
Song Yaoyao was really scared, she is not a celebrity, these people are too enthusiastic!
"Huh? Are you leaving now?"
"Stay a little longer! Can we take a photo together, cutie?"
Song Yaoyao obediently stayed in Song Wenchuan's arms, and was relieved to be squeezed out of the crowd after being half-embraced by him. She breathed fresh air.
Her long hair was messed up, and she lay in Song Wenchuan's arms and poked her head quietly, only to find that those sisters were still holding up their mobile phones to take snaps at her.
She was so scared that she hid in Song Wenchuan's arms again.
He said sullenly, "Did they regard me as a rare animal?"
No, it's because you're cute.
"Cough..." Song Wenchuan couldn't help laughing.
When they walked a little further, those people finally stopped following.
Song Yaoyao exhaled, and the little devil's headband on her head was crooked.
Song Wenchuan raised his hand to put it on for her, "Still wearing it?"
"why not?"
Song Yaoyao happily supported the headband, shook her head and showed it to him, "Isn't it good-looking? It's super good-looking!" She asked herself and answered, "I want to wear it back to show my brother!"
"Brother? It's not your own. You call him very close."
Song Wenchuan tasted it, and raised his hand to grab it, "Give it back to me, I don't want to give it to you, you little white-eyed wolf."
"don't want!"
Song Yaoyao hastily raised her hands to protect her head, ran away with a smile on her face, stood in the distance and made a little face at Song Wenchuan.
For one night, her smile never disappeared.
She has never been infected by Song Jingwan at all, even Song Jingwan doesn't understand why Song Yaoyao is so satisfied.
A twenty yuan plastic headband, such a cheap thing, can she still feel happy wearing it
No one knew what Song Yaoyao had experienced. For her, every day and every minute now was worth cherishing.
Happiness cannot be bought with money.
Song Wenchuan looked at Song Yaoyao who was running wildly everywhere, with a gentle expression, a sea of doting on his brows and eyes.
He asked Song Jingwan, "Why don't you wear it? Don't you like it?"
"ah?"
Song Jingwan was taken aback, then brushed her broken hair, "No, it's just that my brother bought it for me, and I'm afraid of breaking it."
"How is it possible? It's not paper." This answer made Song Wenchuan dumbfounded.
But in the end, Song Jingwan still didn't wear it. She held the headband in her hand and quietly followed Song Wenchuan.
From time to time, when you look sideways, you will see that his eyes are full of smiles, shining like stars, and his eyes are always on Song Yaoyao from the beginning to the end.
She felt a lot of unwillingness in an instant, Song Yaoyao obviously didn't make any efforts, and she didn't even want to call her brother. How could my brother treat her so well, with his heart and eyes full of her!