Chapter 3709

"The grain is smaller. It's on the fart. Thigh."

“……”

Xiaobao must be angry and cry, right?

Do you have such a son?

Chu he can fully imagine that if he really tattoos his portrait on fart. Thigh, Xiao Bao will feel sorry for her. "Mom, I'm on your fart. Thigh, and then you sit on my fart every day. Under the thigh, Xiao Bao is so aggrieved..."

"No way."

Chu he immediately interrupts.

Gu Jinglian, "why not?"

"You tattoo my heart, I tattoo my fart. On the stock, the difference is too big!"

“……”

Gu Jinglian sat down at the table and snorted, "why do you tattoo him on you? I'm not allowed. "

“…… You're a bully. "

"The first day you met me, you knew I was overbearing?"

In Gu Jinglian's mind, his tattoo is just because he likes that picture. With his style of action, it is of special significance for him to tattoo a portrait on his heart.

He would not agree with Xiaobao's rise.

Chu he is helpless. Gu Jinglian disagrees. If he doesn't speak, Gu's tattooist won't be able to tattoo.

I have to give up thinking about it.

When Chu he went back, Xiao Bao looked at her expectantly, but she couldn't help saying, "your father won't allow it."

“…… Why? "

"Your father said, tattoo is OK, but you should be tattooed on fart. Share."

Xiaobao, "..."

He twisted his eyebrows and doubted, "what?"

"Say, want to grain also can grain on fart. Share

“……”

Xiaobao covers his heart, "what?! How could he be so ruthless... "

"Darling."

Chu he squatted down with a smile, touched his head, and coaxed, "in fact, tattoos are very painful. You don't want your mother to suffer from tattoos, do you?"

Xiaobao listens and nods, but feels a little awkward.

In fact, Chu he doesn't print, but it's nothing. The problem is that Gu Jinglian even said to print him on fart. Stock!

Shit! Strands! Up!

How angry!

But in front of Chuhe, keep smiling.

Xiao Bao clenched his fist and was angry.

All of a sudden, he thought of something. His eyes were shining. He laughed.

……

In the past few days, Xiaobao has had a lot of rest. In the evening, Xiaobao suddenly runs to Gu Jinglian's study. Gu Jinglian just came back from the company, dials a number, and explains some wedding procedures. He just hung up the phone. Looking up, he sees Xiaobao standing at the door of the room, dressed in a bathrobe. However, looking at his eyes, he has a little bad intention 。

"Dad!"

Gu Jinglian's eyebrows jumped. He didn't know what kind of flower head essence the little guy was going to play.

"For what?"

"I have a tattoo!"

Xiaobao proudly lifted his hair, twisted his waist and walked to him, propped his hands on the table, looking very proud.

Gu Jinglian said "Oh", but he was indifferent. "It's none of my business."

"Of course it's none of your business!"

Xiaobao held his heart and pretended to squeeze out a flattering expression. "In order to express my deep love for my father, I drew the picture of my father and tattooed it on my fart."

？？？

Deep love?

His picture?

Tattoo on fart. Thigh?

Gu Jinglian, "..."

What!?

"How is it?"

Xiaobao 's eyebrows trembled. "How nice am I to my father?"