C2092 Peaceful Days
Under Tianci's urging, Xiaoxiao very quickly finished washing up.
It was just that her hair was longer, and she could not tie it up properly.
"Little Fatty bro, can you help me tie my hair up?"
Xiaoxiao handed the comb to Tianci, and her beautiful big eyes looked at Tianci with watery eyes.
Tianci had never done such a thing before. He really would not help her tie her hair up. However, being looked at like this by her, he could not bear to refuse. He could only bite the bullet and take the comb and help her comb her hair.
"I want to tie my braids. Brother Lil 'Fatty, help me tie my braids."
Mu Tianci:... "But I don't know how."
Xiaoxiao turned her head to look at him. "You can learn it."
"Who am I learning from?"
Xiaoxiao opened her mouth but was unable to speak for a moment.
"Does Brother Mu know?"
Mu Tianci shook his head. "Mu doesn't know either. Mu Chu and the baby's hair aren't considered long. They can't be braided."
Xiaoxiao took the comb back from Tianci's hand and said, "I'll just tie it up myself."
She was now a primary school student and needed to learn to take care of herself.
Mu Tianci felt that Xiaoxiao was a little disappointed and quickly said, "Xiaoxiao, I will learn. When I learn how to tie braids, I will help you tie them up. I can learn whatever hairstyle you like."
Xiaoxiao casually used a hair clip to pick up her hair. It was very convenient and convenient this way, but she felt that it was not good to look at.
When they were in kindergarten, the life teacher would help them tie their braids again every day, making them look even more beautiful and cute.
Xiaoxiao smiled and did not take Tianci's words to heart.
Mu Tianci did what he said.
He always liked to play with Xiaoxiao and also doted on her. If he did not do what Xiaoxiao asked of him, he would remember it in his heart. He would work hard to learn and become more outstanding. This way, he would be able to do anything. He could help Xiaoxiao.
Mu and the other primary school students did not eat in school. They only ate at home before going to school. At noon, their parents would take them home for lunch.
The old residence was far away from the school. At noon, the three kids were all picked up by the driver and brought back to their home in Golden Phoenix Villa District.
When Chuchen had time, she would personally prepare lunch for the three children. However, this kind of opportunity was relatively rare. After all, she was now the boss of a few companies. She was busy with work and did not lose out to Ye Junhao at all.
The baby and triplets accompanied the brothers to have some breakfast and then everyone went out to school together.
Li Dongyang originally wanted to come over and send his daughter to school. Mengzhu was going to the hospital for a check-up today, so Li Dongyang gave up on sending his daughter over and accompanied Mengzhu to the hospital for a check-up.
In any case, even if he went to the Jun Family, his daughter might not be willing to take his car.
When Mu was around, Li Dongyang felt that as a father, he had to stand aside.
This daughter of his was really born for Mu.
After the children went to school, the adults who had to go to work also went to work.
Every day, the cycle repeated itself. Life was quiet but did not lose happiness.
A few days later.1
Fourth Young Master Jun, who had been given a long vacation, took a small suitcase with him. He had asked the driver to take him to the airport, and he wanted to travel to the east side of the city.
Ye Junhao insisted on taking him to the airport.
On the way to the airport, Ye Junhao reminded him, "Don't worry about the sightseeing. Remember, you're going to find someone who can save you."
Jun Yi chuckled. "Tourism is always about sightseeing. There are many places in our country that I haven't been to before. It's rare for me to have time to travel around, so I have to pay for them one by one."
"Someone who can save me... In the vast sea of people, who knows which is my salvation? Let nature take its course. I feel that it's quite good to live alone. "
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