Quick Transmigration: Heroine is not really sweet.

Your Highness, I'm Super Obedient (41 - 50)

Mo Xinghuan tidied up her clothes and didn't forget to rub her little head.

However.

As soon as the fingers with distinct phalanges fell down, they were swung away by the little girl.

The little girl looked up at him solemnly, "If you rub my head, it will mess up my hair!"

With a smile on his brow, the man withdrew his hand, but slightly bent his index finger, and tapped her forehead lightly, with a slightly teasing voice.

"Little thing with no conscience, I'll help you with your hair, but I won't even touch it? What's the point?"

Chacha snorted, "My reason."

After finishing the sentence, she felt that she was a bit domineering again. She thought about it and added another sentence.

"Look, you have worked so hard to pull your hair, and if you rub it with your hands, it will become messy again? I feel sorry for the fruits of your labor!"

When the little girl spoke, she was serious and serious.

Mo Xinghuan looked at her with a smile, "So, I still have to thank you?"

His little baby can still talk?

Well, a lot of nonsense.

Chacha smiled a little embarrassedly, and waved at him indifferently.

"Well...thank you, you don't have to. You're welcome. It's what I should do to protect the fruits of your labor."

Being able to put the matter of pulling her hair so seriously, she felt that it might not be easy for Mo Xinghuan to cooperate with her.

The two chattered for a while.

I just remembered that there was still a person standing at the door.

Chacha glanced at Mo Xingmu, who looked dull, and then at Mo Xinghuan, and suddenly realized a very important question.

She hurriedly said, "...Mo Xinghuan, you need to tidy up your own clothes again."

Mo Xingmu's face was strange, "..." It's rare, you finally remembered me.

He took a step forward, lowered his head and sat opposite Chacha.

Slowly poured himself a glass of wine.

Mo Xinghuan seemed not to have heard Chacha's words, he sat down without changing his face, and had no intention of arranging his clothes at all.

Chacha was taken aback, and tugged at the corner of his clothes, "Mo Xinghuan?" This is not good, the hair is so messed up, the clothes are so messed up, those who didn't know thought she bullied him after the two of them closed the door ...

But, she didn't bully him, she really didn't hit him.

Seeing that he was silent, Chacha shook the corner of his clothes again, feeling aggrieved.

"You said that you would listen to me. It's only the first day, and you reneged on your debt. If you do this, then I won't be responsible to you anymore."

Mo Xinghuan paused when he picked up the chopsticks, his eyes flashed.

Immediately, he put down his chopsticks, turned his head to look at Chacha, his dark eyes were full of helplessness.

"I don't want to renege on the debt, but I don't know how to tie my hair or tidy my clothes."

This was said with confidence, and at the end, he said something embarrassing.