The little nephew was very excited and said that he would wear parent-child outfits with Bu Fan, and then asked me to guess what color Bu Fan would wear.

I'm really sorry, although your uncle and I are a very talented singer, I really don't have the talent for fortune-telling.

I picked out a pink coat for him, parent-child wear or something, next time.

Because it was the weekend, there were so many people in the playground, my little nephew had a good time as soon as he saw clowns and balloons.

The posture of Bu Fan holding him was basically the same as walking a dog.

The little nephew's true love is colorful cotton candy, just like Wangcai's inability to refuse meat buns.

He and Bu Fan each took a marshmallow.

Bu Fan said: "Let your uncle pay the bill. He made a fortune last night, so he feels comfortable if it doesn't cost him."

I took out the money indifferently. In fact, I wanted to save the money to marry a wife, but I couldn't stimulate Bu Fan.

Little nephew: "Uncle, why are you doing this? It's so strange."

I:? ? ?

It's okay as long as you are happy.

But every time I see that pink sweater on Bu Fan...

I always feel that he and God are playing with me...

The author has something to say: continue tomorrow.

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