however, Yang Guo, who wanted to frame the doll, obviously underestimated Qiqi's love for dolls.

Qiqi looked at her father eagerly and looked over and over. Finally, she couldn't help it. She pressed her father's hand and said, "Baba, Baba, it's not like this."

Then, the little guy would not give up holding the doll.

Yang Guo was stunned and said with a smile, "Qiqi, isn't this your gift to dad?"

Yes, this doll has been given to her father. Qiqi looked at the doll in her arms reluctantly. After hesitating for a while, she reluctantly gave up her love and handed it to her father.

"Baba, please take care of Annie." Qiqi's big eyes began to roll with tears, and her small mouth gently bulged, looking wronged and lovable.

She gave this simple doll such a beautiful girl's name. It seems that Qiqi must have spent a lot of effort when she created it.

In fact, Yang Guo didn't want to compete with his daughter for the ownership of a small doll. He smiled and said, "why don't you share it with Qiqi? Every week, Qiqi can have it for three days. How about it?"

Three days a week, from no ownership to almost half ownership, seems to be very cost-effective

Qiqi was a little surprised and asked with a broken smile, "really? Can I really share Annie with Qiqi?"

"Of course, dad has something good that he will definitely share with Qiqi." Yang Guo laughed. He looked at Fang Beibei, who was smiling next to him, and Fang Beibei gave him a thumbs up.

"Great" Qiqi cheered happily, and she counted it with her fingers. "Then Qiqi can see Anne on Monday, sleep on Tuesday, and continue to play with Anne on Wednesday. She can't see Anne on Thursday, and she can see it on Friday. She can't see it on Saturday, and she can't see it on Sunday. Eh, she can't see it on Sunday."

The little guy did it again, but it still couldn't work. She couldn't see Anne for two days at the weekend, and she pouted again.

"Baba, otherwise, it's better to add another day instead of another day." Qiqi tried to bargain with her father, took his father's hand, and began to be charming.

"OK, deal," Yang Guo said with a smile.

Qiqi immediately jumped up excitedly, hugged his father's neck and kissed his father's face: "Baba is good, Baba is the best Baba in the world."

What a contented little fellow

However, Qiqi is really "stupid". Isn't it Qiqi's father's that Yang Guo won't give Qiqi a doll to play with in the future

"Well, now let's open the baby's gift." Qiqi holding the doll happily sat down to play. Yang Guo did a chest enlargement exercise and looked at Fang Beibei and laughed.

"What did the baby give me?" Yang Guo gently shook the small square box in his hand and asked with a smile, "a book and a picture frame."

"Guess," Fang Beibei smiled cunningly, but didn't give him a hint.

"Well, I'll tear it down," Yang Guo said with a raised tongue. He did it on purpose.

Deftly opened the package, and Yang Guo took out a piece of wood inside.

"Where is wood?" Fang Beibei was annoyed by Yang Guo. She leaned over and pointed out, "have a good look."

Yang Guo took the opportunity to hold Fang Beibei in his arms, just like holding a large Qiqi, very proud, he just deliberately teased her.

"Where is wood?" Fang Beibei still clung to Yang Guo. She asked Qiqi, "Qiqi, come on, is this wood?"

Qiqi shook her head. She knew what gift was in it and said seriously, "no, it's a CD recorded by Ma Ma."

"OK, OK, I'm kidding. Is this a beautiful box made by the baby himself?" Yang Guo smiled and stroked the Chinese and English engraving "to millet" on the wooden box.

Of course, the English version is a floral "dead" and a depiction of an apple. Obviously, this "to millet" is inspired by the name of the piano song to Alice.

"No, this box is customized on Taobao. I recorded the CD in it." Fang Beibei corrects the truth. Why is Yang Guo so angry when it's his turn today

Yang Guo opened it and found a CD about the size of a CD lying quietly inside.

"The original CD is blank, and the master won't make a cover for me, so I asked brother mosquito to help find someone to make our photo stickers and stick them on it." Fang Beibei pointed to the picture of their family on the CD and said to Yang Guo.

Yang Guo put his head on Fang Beibei's neck from behind and gently rubbed with her.

He reached out and stroked the cover of the CD. Needless to say, he and Fang Beibei are particularly fond of a group photo in Australia. The cover is a little frosted and thick, but this bit by bit makes Yang Guo feel Fang Beibei's intention and love.

There is no CD player at home. Fortunately, in the home theater set bought at that time, DVD players can play CDs.

Yang Guo moves Fang Beibei to the sofa next to him. He walks over to put the CD into the player. Fang Beibei squatted shyly to one side, holding her knees in her hands, and asked, "do you want to put it out like this? Why don't you listen with headphones?"

"Of course, the song my girlfriend recorded for me should be played out openly, but I want to enjoy it as seriously as listening to classical music." Yang Guo took Fang Beibei's hand and said with a smile.

The two returned to the sofa, and the music in the stereo also played out.

It's a little noisy, because Fang Beibei's studio is not so good. However, the flaws do not hide the jade. Fang Beibei's shallow singing voice, like the song of a Nightingale, fascinated Yang Guo.

The first song is when love is close, the song of milk tea is sung by Fang Beibei with a sweet taste.

"Every time when love is close, I feel that he is holding you tightly. He stirs your heart, covers your eyes, but doesn't let you know where to go."

Yang Guo took Fang Beibei in his arms and really hugged her tightly, letting her lean on his shoulder. The two of them happily lay on the sofa, listening to Fang Beibei's singing around the living room.

No one spoke, and even the noisy Qiqi closed her eyes and shook her head. Just like when she was a child, she particularly liked singing, not to mention Fang Beibei's beautiful singing.

Yang Guo's favorite is Fang Beibei's cover song fan fan's Memorial Day: "willing to give up pride for the person you love deeply, saying that life is tasteless without you."

Yang Guo and Fang Beibei looked at each other tenderly, and only they could taste and understand the charm.

The lyrics sing Fang Beibei's voice, but it's not Yang Guo's voice. Without Fang Beibei, how could his life be as happy as it is now? How could it be as sweet as honey every day

"Do you like my gift?"

"I like it very much."

"How much I like it"

"Yes, I like to listen every day to fall asleep."

"Hee hee ~"

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