第四十七章(2/5)

                                                   “真的没有？那宝贝羞什么？”邹丰抱着女儿往屋子里走去，下巴托在她肩膀上，闷笑着说；“难道宝贝不是看爸爸没穿衣服害羞的？”
                                                                                                                                                                
                                                                                                                                                                邹贝神经都快炸了，羞得无地自容，双手直接揪住邹丰半寸长的头发，怒吼；“爸爸你个坏人！坏人！”居然说出来，还一个劲的调戏自己，邹贝是又羞又急。
                                                                                                                                                                “嗷…爸爸错了，错了，这样的事该放在心里不说出来的，下次不会了，不会了。”一个脑袋都被女儿摇晃的厉害，邹丰赶忙道歉。
                                                                                                                                                                
                                                                                                                                                                
                                                                                                                                                                “还下次？”邹贝蹂躏他脑袋的手更加用力。
                                                                                                                                                                “没…没下次了。”再继续摇晃下去，难保不把女儿抱楼上去。
                                                                                                                                                                “哼！”邹贝鼻孔朝天的无视老爸一眼；“煮饭，煮饭，我要饿死了。”闹腾了一个早上，邹贝已经没体力了。
                                                                                                                                                                邹丰抿着嘴笑道；“是，我的小祖宗。”让女儿站好，邹丰上灶台前手脚并用上；“宝贝要吃什么？早上吃清淡点行不？中午给你弄好吃的。”
                                                                                                               

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