"I don't lack anything! I have bags at home."

"I know you have everything," Qin Zihan said mercilessly, "I don't want you to take your daughter out next time, and people will mistake you for her nanny."

"Even if others misunderstand, I don't care." Pei Xiaomo followed behind him, carrying her bag, "Living is already hard enough, if you still care about other people's eyes, wouldn't it be even more tiring?"

Qin Zihan glanced at her: "You are in a good mood."

"No matter how you live a day, wouldn't it be better to be happy?" Pei Xiaomo said, complaining, "You bought this bag for your daughter, she doesn't know when she can carry it on her back. It's too big!"

Qin Zihan: "Then make it a toy for her. She likes the paintings on it."

Pei Xiaomo was at a loss: "If you are buying paintings for your daughter, you can buy paintings for her specifically, why buy a bag? It's so expensive, what a waste!"

"If you think it's a waste, then you can carry it first." Qin Zihan didn't care about the price of the bag at all, as long as his daughter liked it.

Even if you buy it home and your daughter doesn't like it tomorrow, it doesn't matter.

At least when she saw this bag, her daughter smiled brightly.

"That's not what I mean. What I mean is that you don't want to buy things indiscriminately. She doesn't understand anything now, she finds everything new and interesting, and wants to touch everything. You can't buy her everything, right? "

"Don't take our daughter for a fool, okay? When she was picking out bags just now, she wasn't that interested in other bags, which shows that she has her own aesthetics." Qin Zihan said, seeing his daughter's little hand towards a jewelry store waved.

Without even thinking about it, Qin Zihan immediately walked into the jewelry store with his daughter in his arms.

Pei Xiaomo: "???"

My daughter is only half a year old, is it appropriate to buy jewelry for her?

I bought it and it is not suitable for children to wear!

"Zihan, I bought some professional parenting books, which said that children should not wear jewelry, because children's skin is relatively tender, and wearing jewelry may easily scratch the child's skin." Pei Xiaomo immediately caught up with Qin Zihan and persuaded him to calm down.

Qin Zihan was actually very calm.

His thinking is simple.

"As a toy for my daughter, it's fine if she doesn't wear it."

Pei Xiaomo: "......"

Be a toy!

Buy jewelry for my daughter as a toy.

"If you want to buy toys for your daughter, I know where they sell toys. We can go to a special toy store to buy them." Pei Xiaomo knew that the jewelry of this brand was very expensive.

Qin Zihan: "I'll buy it later when I see the toy store. Now I'll buy jewelry for my daughter."

After he finished speaking, he took his daughter to browse in front of the display cabinet.

"Hello, sir, what do you want to buy?" the cabinet sister asked enthusiastically.

Qin Zihan: "My daughter is interested and I will let you take it."

The cabinet sister immediately glanced at his daughter.

Does such a small thing have the ability to select products?

After a while, Xiaoguoli stretched out her little hand and waved it towards the display cabinet, as if saying, I want all of these!

Qin Zihan: "Take all these out."

Pei Xiaomo felt that the world was crazy!

spoil!

This is definitely doting!

When raising children, you must not spoil them, this is written in the book.

"How about I choose?" Pei Xiaomo was afraid that Qin Zihan would buy too much, so he could only take the initiative.

Qin Zihan knew what she was thinking, but he didn't intend to follow her: "You choose what you like. I will take my daughter to choose what my daughter likes."

Pei Xiaomo: "Forget it, buy it! I'll wait for you at the door."

"Call Chu Heng for me. Ask him to send some people over to pick up things." Qin Zihan saw the shopping bag in her hand and ordered her.

Pei Xiaomo: "Are you going on a shopping spree?"

Qin Zihan's face was calm: "Crazy or not, look at your daughter."

Pei Xiaomo didn't know how to communicate with him normally.

Just can't communicate. JrNovels.com