The Comeback of the Charming Farmer's Wife Chapter 1217 - 1219 The Red Plum Blossom on the Forehead1

"Nonsense, daddy is the most diligent, how could he possibly be lazy?" Ye Zi’an scooped up his youngest son, "Why is it just you? Where’s your brother?"

"He didn’t co." Yangyang shook his head and then insisted, "Lazy ans lazy!"

The father, who was accused by his son of being lazy, didn’t feel a trace of sha, and even calmly replied, "Daddy is busy making you a little sister, understand? Daddy is not lazy, daddy is the most diligent."

When Yangyang heard about a sister, his eyes sparkled.

But he still persisted, daddy is lazy.

For this, Ye Zi’an felt that the naughty child was really not cute at all, and that soft, cute little girls were much cuter. As a result, his desire for a daughter grew even stronger.

"Mommy..." The mont Yangyang was put down by daddy, he dashed straight into the inner room, finding his mom attending to her hair in front of the mirror.

"Let !" Ye Zi’an stepped forward to take over the comb, "I haven’t combed your hair for several days."

During these days in Mianyang, Yang Chuxia’s hair was mostly taken care of by Ye Zi’an, except when he was extrely busy, then a maid would handle her hair.

Ye Zi’an’s skills with hair had improved greatly, and before long, a round bun was done. He picked out a fiery red coral tassel hairpin from the dressing case, and carefully selected another distinctive hairpin.

Finally, it was ti for makeup and jewelry. Usually, Yang Chuxia didn’t like wearing those things much, but when Ye Zi’an helped her dress up, he would always put on one or two pieces for her; today he chose a pair of tassel earrings with so ethnic group characteristics for her. The ends matched the hairpin with red coral, and below hung red silk cords that fell all the way down to her chin, gently swaying with movent.

At the end, Ye Zi’an also took a brush and drew a little red plum blossom on her forehead.

"It matches your outfit well," Ye Zi’an said, taking another glance in the mirror.

Yang Chuxia was also very pleased with this, it was simple yet didn’t lack radiance and playfulness.

"Wow..."

As soon as Yang Chuxia turned her head, she heard her youngest son’s exaggerated cry, "Mommy is beautiful, mommy is beautiful..." as he clapped his little hands.

While Ye Zi’an was dressing her up, Yangyang had watched from beginning to end, his eyes gleaming with excitent. He thought the hair was quite fun, but when he saw all of Yang Chuxia’s face, he thought it was so beautiful, especially the flower on Yang Chuxia’s forehead.

"Pretty, pretty..." he kept pointing at the plum blossom on Yang Chuxia’s forehead.

"Baby wants one too, baby wants one too." Knowing it was Ye Zi’an who had drawn it, he started tugging at Ye Zi’an’s clothes.

Ye Zi’an was speechless, "Son, you are a boy; that’s sothing girls draw on."

Upon hearing this, Yangyang’s eyes rolled cunningly, and he imdiately said, "Baby is a girl, baby is a girl."

Ye Zi’an chuckled, "Pffft, whether you’re a boy or a girl isn’t up to you to decide."

"Daddy, daddy..." Seeing that Ye Zi’an wasn’t going to draw for him, Little Yangyang started to act coquettishly, "Hug baby, hug baby."

When Ye Zi’an picked him up, he firmly planted a big kiss on Ye Zi’an, then said, "Daddy draw for baby," while pointing at his own forehead.

"So the kiss just now was to butter up, hmm?"

Little Yangyang nodded earnestly.

Seeing his eager little eyes, Ye Zi’an reluctantly drew one for him too, but instead of a plum blossom, he drew a curved moon.

"Tsk tsk, if you had a darker complexion, you’d be the spitting image of Little Judge Bao."

"What’s Judge Bao?" Ye Zi’an didn’t quite understand.

"Fair Judge Bao, the legendary impartial case-solving official," she explained.