Chapter 53 (1/2)
Huo Yao almost lost his mind in this moment, and directly picked up his slippers to let Ye sang experience what unreasonable father love is.
Fortunately.
He controlled himself at the critical moment.
The man took a deep breath and rubbed his temple for a long time on the round cat pupil of the little guy. He was completely angry and laughed.
Huo Yao swore that it was the first time for him to eat shriveled on a little girl.
But in front of him, this little ancestor couldn't beat or scold him.
It has to be coaxed.
Otherwise, his father will soon be able to let himself understand what is father love.
The little guy looked up and saw his father's cold face and was not in a good mood.
She took his thigh with great tact, rubbed past with a soft ball, and licked her small face: ”Baba ~ give you sugar.”
The man slightly low eyes looking at the foot of the white soft buns, the bottom of the heart does not care about the light sun, the hands of the action is particularly honest to take over.
He fiddled with the fruit candy in his hand, squinted, stuffed the sugar into his mouth, and felt the sweet taste burst in the taste buds. The man gave a cold Snort and tilted at the little guy.
-- childish.
Ye sang saw that he had collected sugar, and simply pushed his breast cavity and asked, ”Dad, when are you going to let Sang Sang go to school?”
The man folded the sugar paper, listening to her finally exposed the target, did not want to cool refused, ”dream.”
”Other things to say, except for school.”
Ye sang is a little anxious. She grabs the other party's pants and shakes. Jin Doudou condenses in her eyes and is puzzled But Dad took my sugar
The man didn't take it seriously. He didn't have the slightest sense of bullying children. ”So what?”
Isn't this what she willingly gave?
Ye sang: ”you will not have a wife like this.”
Huo Yao covered his chest and choked in his throat
Hearing the little guy's aggrieved hum and haw for half a while, looking at him, he gave a conclusion:
”the spring breeze is green on the South Bank of the river, when will the moon shine on me?”