Chapter 170: Sangsang is drunk 1

Chapter 170 Sangsang is Drunk 1
The little girl slowly dangled her short legs, sitting on the small bench obediently waiting for the cake to be baked.
She remembers Baba's birthday~
Grandpas said it many times before.
Ye Sang dragged his soft face, his short legs dangled under his curled eyelashes, and Blingbling's cat eyes blinked.
"Sangsang is sleepy..." She saw the cake being put in the oven and whispered with her face up.
"Miss Sangsang, let's go to sleep first." Butler Mu rubbed her head, seeing the little guy looking like he wants to sleep but dare not to sleep, his heart is full of compassion, "I just watch it for you ."
The little girl was really sensible when she was sensible. She shook her head and cheered up, "Sangsang is not sleepy."
She opened her round cat's eyes and stared at the oven without blinking her eyes, her well-behaved appearance turned her heart.
It was late now, and the little guy pouted his mouth and rubbed his eyes, his cunning appearance made Butler Mu feel so soft-hearted.
Look at what a nice kid.
Why is their husband so unwelcome to see others?
Mu Chen yawned, and seeing this little still guarding there, he lazily propped his head and said leisurely, "How long will you wait?"
He couldn't figure out why this kid was so obsessed with this cake.
The little girl squeezed out her dimples, tilted her head, and looked at Mu Chen.
"Uncle~" Her cat blinked, her voice soft, "Are you going to celebrate your birthday?"
"Sangsang sing a birthday song for you, okay?" The little guy tilted his face up, his cat's eyes were clear, full of childish softness.
Mu Chen was stunned by her unexpected turn, and then she couldn't help laughing, "Do you know when my birthday is?"
Honestly.
If the little guy didn't remind him, he would really forget that there is a birthday in the world.
Ye Sang swayed his short legs and stared at him with clear cat eyes.
After a while, under Mu Chen's inexplicable gaze, the little guy huddled forward, pressed his small body, and said softly, "Happy birthday."
"Baba~"
The last two words, the small milk cavity is very crisp.
Mu Chen's pupils tightened slightly, his long fingers stiffened, and he was caught off guard.
The man can only subconsciously hug the little guy in his arms to prevent her from falling.
Ye Sang's milky voice is clear verbatim, and he leaned in earnestly: "Happy birthday."
Mu Chen paused slightly at his fingertips, and saw the little guy slipping down his arms like a loach.
"The cake is ready." Her cat's eyes brightened, and she turned around and wanted to touch the oven.
Mu Chen's breathing stopped slightly, and he didn't want to drag the person back, but his voice fell slightly, "Don't move."
"I'll get it."
Can the oven be moved randomly?
Does this kid have common sense?
It turns out.
Really not.
The little guy eagerly watched him take out the cake. Cat's eyes blinked, staring at Mu Chen without blinking, with a clear and gentle look.
"Happy birthday."
Mu Chen paused slightly, listening to her repeating words again, and then looking at the cake on the table, he vaguely understood something.
It turns out that it's not a child who is self-willed and wants to see everything.
The man's fingertips moved a little stiffly, and when she finished her words obediently, her chest was filled with soreness and complexity.
"How did you know?" After a while, he opened his mouth, and his voice softened unexpectedly.
The little guy tilted his face up, tilted his head halfway, "Grandpa said."
Then she remembered it for a long time.
Mu Chen was taken aback for a moment, his eyebrows drooping slightly.
Rarely did not make any rebuttal to her remarks.
The little guy obediently leaned in his arms, pointed at the cake on the table, dragged the little milk cavity with his eyes, "I want to eat."
"..." Mu Chen, "Are you sure you can eat?"
Moved, moved, but he didn't really want to try this suffocating cake.
Ye Sang thought for a while, "I said abruptly, birthday is just a sense of ceremony."
"Eat or eat~" She rubbed her little head against the palm of her opponent. She was originally dressed as a small milk cat. This behavior was more like a small milk cat.
Mu Chen: "..."
Who on earth did this little learn to act like a baby?
Arched around like a puppy.
The man pushed away the little head she rubbed against, pinched her fleshy little face, squinted his eyes, and chuckled for a while, muttering to himself, "No one has ever given me a birthday."
He didn't experience it when his parents were still a child.
What he didn't expect was that the first person to accompany him on his birthday turned out to be the daughter of his rival's previous life.
Mu Chen lowered his eyes and pinched her face.
Honestly.
It feels pretty good.
"Wow..." The little guy pursed his mouth, "I will accompany you in the future."
Let go! !
Can a five-year-old baby's face be squeezed casually?
Before the little girl exploded her hair, Mu Chen put it away when she saw it, and slowly put her hand down with a chuckle.
He put his arms around the soft little guy in his arms, his chin gently rested on the top of her hair, a smile flashed in his eyes, but his tone was as faint as ever, "...who wants you."
The little girl feels really good when she hugs her.
Mu Chen glanced at the sky, then looked at the limp little girl nestled in his arms. Her moist eyes were slightly bent, with a touch of unnoticeable tenderness.
"Drinking? Huh?" He poked her in the cheek and laughed, feeling pretty good.
No wonder a group of people want to pinch.
Ye Sang's poked face wrinkled, and she shook her head unhappily, her little milk cavity was obviously at a loss, "...what is wine."
Mu Chen continued smiling and asked, "Drink?"
Children are curious about all new things.
Hearing his question, Ye Sang nodded his head immediately, "Drink~"
The man laughed slightly, rubbed the top of her soft hair, put the little guy down, and took two bottles of red wine with a low alcohol content.
Opening the wine stopper, a mellow fragrance spread, and the little girl who had never touched "wine" shook her head, feeling a little dizzy just by smelling it.
She curled her small mouth and looked at the man who fell on her own. The little girl raised her face and said with unwilling breasts: "Uncle."
She also wants to drink...
Mu Chen lowered his eyes and glanced at the little guy, chuckled lightly, shook the red wine in his hand, and passed it to Ye Sang.
"Are you sure you want to drink?"
Ye Sang nodded brightly, tentatively rubbed his little head, sticking out his little tongue and licked it.
Mu Chen raised his eyes to see this scene, thinking with a blank expression on his face.
More like a little milk dog.
Ye Sang licked it several times, and she flattened her mouth, and after a slow aftertaste, she only felt a bitter taste spread.
She fainted and chirped her small mouth, the cat's eyes widened slightly, "...uncle~"
"Your wine is not as good as my chicken coop..."
(End of this chapter)