Chapter 8 (1/2)

This kind of cute little guy doesn't hold it in the palm of his hand, and even frightens people to cry.

If he had such a granddaughter, he would like to present all the good things in the world to the little guy, for fear that she would be wronged.

Ye sang nodded his head, clutching his grandfather Huo's hand in silence with his fleshy claws, and said childishly, ”Dad is bad...”

”No Dad...”

Huo's grandfather was cold and cold, and was caught by the soft and tender hands. His eyes moved down to her tearful cat eyes and sighed slightly. His heart was so soft that he said, ”well, good, we don't want dad.”

Make cry his little girl, estimate this when Father also is not what amusing meaning.

……

Huo Yao, who walked upstairs slowly and slowly, just looked around and didn't see anyone. Then Yu Guang caught a glimpse that the door of the old man's study was half opened, and the white figure of the little girl slipped into the room like a loach.

The man slightly Leng Leng, immediately not angry but smile.

This girl is really not afraid to die to find his old man?

Huo Yao could have foreseen the scene that the old man was so angry that he drove the little girl out of the house.

There was no expression on his face.

I don't know why, as long as I think of the picture of the little guy crying, Huo Yao is always indifferent and wants to laugh.

The man one hand copies the pocket, strides the big long leg to walk toward the direction of the study.

He didn't remember how long he hadn't set foot in the study upstairs.

If it wasn't for pulling the little girl out, Huo Yao thought he might not want to come here in his whole life.

……

To be honest, even though Huo Yao had already made psychological preparations, he could not control his facial expression at the moment when he opened the door. His indifferent and ascetic face appeared a feeling similar to muddled.

This and his imagination of painting style, it seems that Different?

No.