Elite Doting Marriage: Crafty Husband, Aloof Cute Wife

"Uh ..." Su Shi froze and looked down at Su Xiaoqiao.

She wanted to see what the little girl meant.

Ming Ansheng saw what she was thinking and immediately bent over and hugged Xiao Qiao. "Xiao Qiao, Dad brought you a lot of sweets, which you love, do you want to eat?"

Talking about food with food, it must be the right medicine.

Su Xiaoqiao nodded without hesitation, nodded very hard, "want to eat, little dad is best."

The little girl had a pair of small hands, flatteringly and stretched around Ming Ansheng's neck.

Ming Ansheng frowned and looked at Su Xiaoqiao, correcting: "Not a little dad, it's a dad."

What little dad, as if he was the stepdad.

Su Xiaoqiao pouted, apparently reluctantly.

Ming An Sheng was afraid to provoke her, which was counterproductive. He did not force her to turn around and hug him, striding towards the home.

As he walked, he raised Xiao Qiao up high and rode around his neck.

Seeing this, Su Shi stepped up to catch up, "Well ... she's so big ..."

And it was all meat, so heavy.

Su Shi tried to stop, but when she heard the happy laughter of her father and daughter, her voice stopped again.

The open mouth finally closed, and the outstretched hand slowly retracted.

Under the street lamp, the daughter sat on his father's shoulder, and the shadow on the ground was so long.

Because Ming Ansheng's footsteps went to this side for a while, and the other side, the shadows also fluctuated.

Su Ying put her hands in the pockets of the down jacket, followed them slowly, watching the figures of their father and daughter getting farther and farther. The warm picture of her mouth could not help but cocked up.

"Mum, hurry up."

Su Xiaoqiao suddenly turned back and called Su Shi.

Su Shi looked back, nodded to Su Xiaoqiao, and speeded up to catch up.

After taking a few steps, she pulled her hands out of her pocket and trot up.

"Little dad, run away, Mommy catches up." Su Xiaoqiao patted Ming Ansheng's head, urging him to hurry up.

Su Shi, who was anticipating but very nervous, would catch up with their small looks and unexplainable excitement.

What about this little thing doing a puppet on his head? Ming An Sheng frowned, but his daughter, even if he pulled out his hair, he was just as happy.

He smiled droolingly, and clenched Xiao Qiao's ankles with both hands. "That Xiao Qiao sat firmly."

As a reminder to her, her long legs followed her stride, speeded up, and ran.

"Ahaha ..." Su Xiaoqiao clasped Ming Ansheng's head with little hands, and the joyful laughter infected the hearts of Ming Ansheng and Su Shi.

The warmth of a family of three makes this cold night seem not so cold.

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When you get home, get the keys, open the door, turn on the lights, change your shoes.

Ming Ansheng put Xiao Qiao on the sofa, and then brought all the snacks he brought over to her. "So many, it's all Xiao Qiao's."

He had just taken it out of the box. That big box, except his clothes, was such a big bag of snacks.

"A lot." Xiao Qiao saw the big bag of snacks, jumped off the sofa, couldn't wait to pull the bag away, and flipped the contents inside.

She loves it.

She wanted to try each one immediately.

Su Shi leaned on the corner of the porch, looking at the little girl, frowning and pouting, "Isn't it just a pile of worthless junk food? What excitement is there?"

It sounds like Su Xiaoqiao is too easy to meet, and the grade is too low.