Bai Zihang chuckled, his eyes full of love, and he popped Ruoer's cheek heavily, praising him in love:

"Ruoer is so smart!"

Ruoer laughed, her curved eyes flashed with agility, she looked at the closed door of the guest room with her small face, blinked at Bai Zihang mischievously, and said:

"Dad, mom is asleep, let's run away secretly."

run?

Bai Zihang asked in a pretentious way:

“Where to go?”

Ruoer turned around and took the cup where they drank soy milk, and said softly:

"We'll go to the horse riding field. Mom will get up and you won't be able to find us. Dad, okay?"

Bai Zihang sat there, looking at Ruo'er who held the cup and the plate with a smile. He couldn't help but reach out to get the plate in her hand, stood up and said:

"Okay, let's run away secretly."

When Ruo'er heard his promise, her beautiful eyes were full of excitement. She imagined that her mother could not find them when she got up, so she covered her mouth and giggled.

Bai Zihang rubbed Ruoer's head pamperedly. The father and daughter walked into the kitchen with a plate and a cup.

Ruoer kept shouting at her father, and she was like honey pouring into Bai Zihang's heart, making his whole chest full of sweetness and happiness, and the peach blossom eyes were filled with smiles and pampering.

After coming out of the kitchen, Bai Zihang led Ruo'er into the bedroom, pressed her into the chair in front of the dressing table, swept the colorful leather circles on the dressing table with a smile, but felt a little distressed.

"Dad, will you braid me?"

Ruoer raised her little face and had suspicion in her clear big eyes. Although her father has always been nice to her, he has never tied her hair on her. He probably won't.

Bai Zihang frowned slightly, and naturally could not shake his head in his daughter's expectant eyes. His smile remained unabated and he replied confidently:

"meeting!"

When Ruoer heard Bai Zihang say yes, her little face burst into a bright smile, and she also said in encouragement:

"Dad, don't be afraid. It's easy to tie braids. Brother Yiting didn't know when he first started, but now he will braid me a lot of braids and comb a variety of hairstyles."

Bai Zihang nodded with a smile:

"Well, daddy can also braid his hair."

Of course he remembered that when Yiting tied her braids, he ate Tiantian.

His eyes stopped on her soft hair, and he gently stroked her big palm with clear joints. Isn’t it just a combing hair? It shouldn’t be difficult.

Yiting can do it for a little boy, and if he can't do it for a big man, his image in his daughter's heart will definitely decline.

With this alone, he cannot lose to Yiting.

Bai Zihang himself did not realize that his father, who had just taken Ren Ruoer's first day, was already jealous of his future son-in-law, and even secretly complained in his heart that Yiting did everything well.

He occupied his precious daughter's heart, so how could he do this, his father?

"Dad, why haven't you started yet?"

Ruoer's tender voice interrupted his thoughts, he smiled with a concealed smile, reached for the comb, and said as an expert:

"I'm studying what hairstyle to combed Ruoer."

"Dad, do you know how to wear a lot of hairstyles?"

Ruoer blinked her beautiful big eyes and asked curiously.

"Well, Dad can comb your hair in a variety of styles. If you sit down and don't move, Dad will start combing your hair."

Bai Zihang curled his smile and looked at her hair with a serious look. He was more rigorous and focused on combing Ruoer's hair than him for handling cases.

Ruo'er really stopped moving, sat straight, staring at her father in the mirror, trying to see what hairstyle he would combed for him.

Bai Zihang's movements were very clumsy. He blamed the clumsiness on his hands being too big, Ruoer's head was too small and his hair was too slippery, so he couldn't grasp it, and the hairs always slipped between his fingers.

"Ruoer, if you want to wear a hat when you go to learn how to ride a horse today, can we tie a simple ponytail, okay?"

A minute later, Bai Zihang finally made a great decision to comb Ruoer the simplest hairstyle and he would definitely not be able to braid his hair.

"Okay, I like whatever hairstyle my dad wants."

Ruoer is the most able to comfort others. She said this without any leniency. Her beautiful big eyes are full of happiness. It seems that her dad's braid is the best in the world.

When Bai Zihang heard this, he felt moved and guilty. He made a secret decision in his heart that he must study the child's hairstyle another day, and comb his baby daughter with different hairstyles every day, so that she would say every day that he is the best, best, and best in the world...

But there is a difference between ideals and reality.

Bai Zihang's ideals are very lofty, but reality is cruel.

It was not until a long time later that he admitted that he was not as good as Yiting when it came to combing Ruoer's hair and braids. Later, he negotiated with Yiting. The two divided the work and cooperated, and neither of them snatched each other's strengths.

Bai Zihang's palm was so big. Ruoer's little hair was grabbed and slipped in his palm. He went back and forth for several minutes, making him sweaty. Ruoer's hair was still combed, and a simple ponytail was so difficult to comb.

"Dad, how long will it take?"

Ruoer was a little tired of sitting, the excitement and expectation on her face faded away little by little, and her beautiful brows frowned slightly, and she pouted and said:

"Dad, if you can't comb it, I'll comb it myself."

Looking at the hair bulging from her head in the mirror, Ruoer realized that her great father could not comb her hair. Seeing that he was sweating, she decided to comb her own.

She reached out to get the comb, but Bai Zihang refused to give it to her.

This way he gave his daughter a comb so he was too embarrassed. He was afraid that his grand image in his daughter's heart would be damaged, and he was still struggling to death:

"Ruoer holds on for another minute, and dad will be fine soon."

As he said that, he changed his hand and pinched her hair and continued to fight.

Although Ruoer wanted to move, she saw her father making so serious trouble, so she tried to sit up straight and tried to be a wooden man, not moving.

When Xia Chun and Yiting rang the doorbell, Bai Zihang was still competing with Ruoer's hair.

"Dad, it must be Brother Yiting who is here, let him comb it for me."

Ruoer finally showed a bright smile again and slid down the chair excitedly. Bai Zihang wanted to stop it, but Ruoer ran out regardless of it. His hair, which had finally combed to a decent shape, slid from his palm again, and flew as she ran.

Bai Zihang frowned in a little frustrated and watched Ruoer run out of the room. He followed him out, and Ruoer had already rushed to the door.

The person who came was really the perfect prince Liang Yiting in Ruoer's heart. Xia Chun stood behind him.

Ruoer happily pulled Yiting into the house and said happily:

"Brother Yiting, you are so good. Please help me comb my hair. I want to braid my two braids, the same hairstyle as yesterday..."

Bai Zihang stood in the living room, watching Liang Yiting's eyes swept across Ruoer's hair, then showed a handsome and charming smile, and took her hand to the bedroom.

He couldn't help but feel a little disappointed in his heart. The boy Yiting stole his shot as soon as he came.

"Ruoer, why don't you let your father comb your hair for you?"

When Bai Zihang felt lost, Liang Yiting, a dark-hearted boy, deliberately mocked him. As he spoke, he looked at him, and a trace of mockery flashed through his smiling eyes.

A look of embarrassment flashed across Bai Zihang's face, and his handsome eyebrows subconsciously frowned. Liang Yiting's boy did it on purpose.

As soon as he entered the door, he saw Ruoer's hair combed. When he walked by him, Liang Yiting not only saw Bai Zihang holding a comb in his hand, but also saw a strand of hair remained between his fingers.

In fact, when I heard Ruoer excitedly say on the phone last night that he had a father, he felt as unhappy as Bai Zihang.

When Ruoer didn't have a father, he was the most important thing. If Ruoer had a father, would he stop being so good with him?

Although Uncle Zihang will be Ruoer's father sooner or later, he is still unhappy. The young Liang Yiting doesn't understand why this is.

Bai Zihang quickly curled his embarrassment, deliberately shrugged, handed the comb to Liang Yiting, and said casually:

"Yiting, since you are here, just help Ruoer comb his hair."

"good!"

Liang Yiting raised his eyebrows confidently, took the comb from Bai Zihang's hand without hesitation, and asked Ruo'er to sit down. He stood behind her and became busy with his movements skillfully.

Bai Zihang's embarrassment and concealment did not escape Xia Chun's eyes, but she didn't mention it at all, just asked with a smile:

"Didn't you have breakfast with Ruoer? Tiantian? Haven't you got up yet?"

Speaking of Tiantian, Bai Zihang's narrow peach blossom eyes were filled with tenderness. He turned his head and looked at the closed door and said gently:

"Tiantian hasn't woken up yet. When Yiting helps Ruoer comb his hair, we will leave and let Tiantian sleep until she wakes up naturally."

Xia Chun nodded with a smile, of course she understood why Tiantian didn't get up so late. It seemed that the battle last night was not very intense.

She looked at Yiting Ruoer who entered the bedroom to comb her hair, and said with a joke:

"Zihang, if you didn't separate from Tiantian back then, you wouldn't miss Ruoer's growth, and now you would definitely not be in trouble for combing her hair."

Bai Zihang's eyes flashed with guilt, but his smile quickly returned to his mind and said with some meaning:

"I will not miss the next time after missing Ruoer's growth."

He had already thought about it. When Tiantian gave birth to a child, he had never been by her side. He wanted to find another opportunity to make up for what he had owed before.

If he is not wrong, if he works hard these days, he will definitely put another baby in Tiantian's belly. He looks forward to the arrival that day earlier.

This time, he will always be with her and not let her work hard and sad alone. He will let her enjoy the process of raising her baby happily.

In the room, Yiting had already braided Ruoer with a small braid. Ruoer happily grabbed the braid, turned her head to look at them in the living room, and shouted loudly:

"Dad, godmother, come and see my little braids. Brother Yiting is so beautiful."
Chapter completed!