Fast forward to two and a half years old: The villain boss is obsessed with raising cubs

The little brat who was caught opened his big black eyes, blinked innocently, and gave him a big, toothless smile: "Daddy~The best!"

Her voice is childish and drawn out, and her skills in acting cute are maxed out.

Compared to the beginning, the little guy has indeed grown up a bit, speaks a lot more fluently, and is no longer as thin as when he was first picked up. After being fed, he has become round and plump. He is a soft ball when held in my arms, with the scent of milk and sunshine.

This made He Xuan feel a little relieved.

Seeing that daddy was just looking at him without saying anything, Miaomiao thought he was still angry about his trouble. The little fellow thought for a moment, then climbed on top of him with a grunt, pouted his little mouth, and kissed He Xuan firmly on the face with a "smack", leaving a wet saliva mark, and then coaxed him in a soft and baby voice:

"Daddy~Don't be angry~"

He Xuan snorted and turned his face away in disgust: "It's so dirty."

He reached out to wipe the saliva off his face, but the movement was very gentle, and the corners of his mouth couldn't help but rise slightly.

"Not dirty, Miaomiao, sweet baby."

The little guy did not agree with his old father's evaluation, and seriously defended himself. As he spoke, he moved closer, as if he wanted his father to smell him and prove that he was indeed a sweet-smelling baby.

"Okay, okay, it's not dirty."

Resigned to his fate, He Xuan picked up the little fat boy and began his daily routine without complaint: fetching water for washing and changing into clean clothes.

Finally, he pressed Miaomiao on the small stool in front of the bronze mirror and prepared to comb her hair.

After so many days of actual combat training, Lord Ghost King, who once couldn't even comb his hair, can now skillfully operate various hair ties and can even braid a few simple braids.

The little guy sat in front of the mirror, dangling his little feet. He looked at his father's serious expression in the mirror, and suddenly stretched out his chubby hand, made a six sign, and made a domineering request:

"Miao Miao wants six, pull!"

He Xuan paused combing her hair, looked at the excited little face in the mirror, imagined the six little buns standing on her head like antennas, and fell silent.

I don’t know who this kid’s aesthetic taste is inspired by.

"...How about two?" The Ghost King tried to bargain, "Two buns, and I'll tie the most beautiful red hairband for you."

"No!" Miaomiao was determined. She turned around and looked up at him eagerly. Her little mouth was slightly pursed, and tears were brewing in her big eyes. "I want six! Daddy~"

He Xuan: “…”

That’s all.

The Ghost King sighed inwardly and thought, six is ​​fine, as long as the kids like it.

Finally, Miaomiao was very satisfied with having six cute little hair buns on her head, each with a different colored hair tie. She ran out happily and showed off to everyone she met: "Look! Daddy tied these! Six hair buns~"

Everyone was very polite. Shouyi stroked his beard and said with a smile, "It looks good, it looks good." Zhuniang and Mei Niang surrounded him and praised him as a "little fairy who has come down to earth." Even Wang Shi tried to hold back her laughter and sincerely praised the "little Taoist priest for his skillful craftsmanship."

The little guy was so proud of the praise that his chest puffed out. If he had a tail, it would probably turn into a propeller.

She eagerly approached Song Jinnian, who was sitting quietly beside her, and shook her head, "Niannian! Look! Jijiu!"

Then, without waiting for the other party to respond, he enthusiastically invited, "Do you want to have some fun?"

Song Jinnian looked at the head that looked like a blooming steamed bun and shook his head silently: "...I don't want to."

A bit ugly.

But Miaomiao the little bully didn't care. He stretched out his chubby hand and pressed Song Jinnian's head, nodding him up and down, and asked himself: "You think!"

Song Jinnian: "..." He froze, looking at the little face close to him, full of expectation, and finally chose to remain silent.

On the other side, Shouyi walked over to He Xuan and looked at the two little ones making a fuss not far away. The smile on his face faded slightly, and his voice lowered with a hint of subtle solemnity: "Can you still hold on?"

The gentleness on He Xuan's face faded instantly, returning to his usual stern expression. He glanced at Miaomiao's cheerful back and replied briefly with two words: "Not bad, I won't die for the time being."