C1843 The Pink Hair Band
She had just taken two steps towards the boy when Gu Tingshen grabbed her. He ground his teeth and held on for a few seconds.... "I'll go."
He got what he wanted.
Huo Niannian immediately smiled and her eyes were filled with pride.
Gu Tingshen was helpless. Although he really wanted to "punish" his little wife, the current situation was not suitable. He could only clench his teeth and sigh. He put down the little mercy in his arms and handed it to Huo Niannian.
"Don't run around. Wait for me here."
"Yes."
Huo Niannian held Nian Ci's hand obediently and looked at Gu Tingshen's back with a smile.
She dug out a spoonful of ice cream and sent it into Nian Ci's mouth. "Baby, do you want that brother's headband?"
Nian Ci looked in the direction of his mother and his eyes immediately lit up. He nodded like a chick pecking at rice, "Yes ~"
Huo Niannian was very satisfied. See, not only she wanted it, even little Nianci felt that it was very cute.
Not long after, Gu Tingshen returned.
Huo Niannian impatiently asked him, "Did you get it?"
"Yes."
Gu Tingshen held Nian Ci in his arms again. He held Huo Niannian's hand and walked towards the place he had asked about.
The headband was a pair of couples. There were two pink circles, one big and one small. There were springs under the headband. They bounced and bounced on the headband.
They were a family. The boss rummaged through the boxes and cabinets for a long time before he finally found a suitable size for Nian Ci.
Thus, two of the three young ladies in the family wore the same headband.
Huo Niannian handed the other one to Gu Tingshen and wanted him to wear it.
Gu Tingshen directly refused. This soft and tender headband really did not match his temperament.
It was very hard to imagine what kind of scene it was when the usually majestic and aloof Gu Industries' President had a pink headband on his head.
Gu Tingshen was not willing to think about it, and he was also determined to not let this scene become real.
However, in the next moment, he slapped his face. It was really fragrant.
Huo Niannian held the circle. She moved a little and the circle bounced. She tilted her head and looked at Gu Tingshen. The circle on her head swayed left and right. "Don't you like it?"
Gu Tingshen grunted in a muffled voice.
Huo Niannian showed a regretful expression. "Then Nian Ci and I will wear it."
Her head drooped, and the pink circle with the spring on top bounced even more happily.
To tell the truth, she was really stupid.
But what could she do? Gu Tingshen still lowered his head even though his wife liked it. "Put it on for me."
Huo Niannian happily put it on for him. Then she tiptoed to touch his circles and touched her own. She gave him two thumbs up. "Gu Tingshen, you are the best in the world."
She smiled.
He felt that this headband was not so stupid. He held onto Nian Ci with one hand. The other hand held onto her. If Gu Tingshen had a tail, he would definitely shake it at this moment. It was like the pink circle on his head that had a spring attached to it, swaying left and right elegantly.2
Gu Tingshen was in a very good mood after being praised by her. He pecked her lips through the mask. She was afraid that others would see, so she dragged him away.
Wait. Another box of ice cream was finished, and the cotton candy was also finished. Gu Tingshen asked her, "Do you want to ride the wooden horse?"
"Okay ~"
The two girls said at the same time.
There were a lot of people on the wooden horse. They queued for more than ten minutes. While they were queuing, Huo Niannian and Nianci ate a bucket of fried chicken.
Gu Tingshen felt that he had to control his wife and daughter's snacks, especially junk food.
The wooden horse was taken by Huo Niannian, Gu Tingshen, and Nianci. Gu Tingshen carried Nianci and sat on a wooden horse. Huo Niannian sat beside them.
After coming down, Huo Niannian asked him and NianCi, who was in his arms, "Do you feel dizzy?"
"I'm not."
Huo Niannian pressed his messy hair on the wooden horse. "Then let's play again."
Of course Gu Tingshen was satisfied.
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