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Chapter 37 Bedtime Stories

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    Seeing Xiaolanghua holding the phone in one hand and sliding the photos of male stars on the screen with the other, Minglan couldn't help laughing with his eyes wide open and his face full of surprise.

    "Little Langhua, you think so beautifully." Ming Lan stroked Xiao Langhua's little head.

    Xiao Langhua turned her head in her arms, and said with a smile: "If only these were my fathers, I think they are all handsome." After Xiao Langhua finished speaking, she felt embarrassed and giggled.

    Minglan sighed, alas, Xiao Langhua is a nympho potential stock.

    She thought for a while and said: "There are so many fathers, it must not work, why don't you choose one."

    Xiaolanghua picked it up carefully, sliding photos one by one, and swiping past some of them and then swiping back to look at them again.

    "Oh," Xiao Langhua sighed in embarrassment, "Everyone is so handsome, I can't pick them out."

    "You didn't choose it yourself, so you can't ask mom for dad anymore." Minglan half reminded and half threatened.

    Xiao Langhua then said: "Then mother choose one for me." Saying this, she put the phone back into Minglan's hand.

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    Minglan said: "Little Langhua, you chose your father, not mine. Of course, you pick and not me. Little Langhua, do you think what mother said makes sense?"

    Xiao Langhua tilted her head and thought for a while, then replied affirmatively: "I think what my mother said makes sense."

    Finally got Xiaolanghua done, Minglan looked at the sky in her heart, and showed a smug smile: She¡ªMiss Minglan, is really a smart little ghost

    At night, it's time to sleep.

    After changing into her pajamas, Minglan walked into the room and yawned.

    Little Langhua raised her head from under the quilt, and said with a smile, "Mom, tell me a bedtime story."

    Minglan said: "Why do you have such a foreign habit? You slept with grandma before, and did grandma tell you bedtime stories?"

    "No." Little Splash answered very clearly.

    Minglan frowned: "Then why do you have to listen to bedtime stories now?"

    Xiao Langhua rolled her eyes: "Because my mother didn't come back before. In the cartoons, parents tell children bedtime stories. I haven't picked a good father yet."

    "From what you've said, it seems like I'm the only one who can tell you stories." Ming Lan reluctantly went to the bed and pulled up a chair to sit down.

    Little Langhua lay on the bed, blinked her eyes and stared at Minglan expectantly, but Minglan was just in a daze.

    "Mom, can we start telling stories?" Xiao Langhua asked.

    "Well, it seems I have no inspiration." Ming Lan smiled sheepishly.

    "Mom, you are so stupid. When the parents of the children in the cartoon tell them stories, they always take a book of fairy tales."

    Minglan curled her lips unconvinced: "The parents of those children are stupid, they only read according to the book, let me make it up for you."

    Xiao Langhua also became interested: "Okay, okay, mom, please make up a fairy tale for me."

    Minglan cleared her throat, and started to think: "Once upon a time, there was a little girl, she was very ugly, with a flat nose, a round head, and she was not tall, her name was  spray."

    Xiao Langhua screamed: "Mom, why are you talking about me?"

    "Oh oh oh, don't talk about you, don't talk about you, I'll talk about it again," Minglan immediately comforted Xiao Langhua, and Xiao Langhua calmed down and listened to her story expectantly, "Once upon a time, there was a mountain, and there was a temple in the mountain,  There was an old monk in the temple, one day the old monk picked up a little girl, the little girl was very ugly, with a flat nose, round head, not tall, her name was"

    Xiao Langhua had a bad feeling, so she heard Ming Lan say, "Her name is Xiao Langhua."

    Xiao Langhua screamed again: "Mom, why are you talking about me again? Don't keep talking about me, you have to tell stories!"

    "I can only tell about Little Waves, I don't know about other stories." Minglan spread her hands rascally.

    Xiao Langhua sighed helplessly: "Forget it, I won't listen, I won't listen, I'd better sleep."

    Xiao Langhua closed her eyes very depressed, and fell asleep after a while.

    Seeing Xiaolanghua's sleeping face, Minglan made a grimace and said, "Xiaomian, do you still want to hear the story next time?" (Remember the website website: www.hlnovel.com
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