Chapter 147 (1/2)
Huo Yao:
He is the time to go abroad. When did the little bunny have a father?!!
Huo Yao: what's wrong with paternity testing? Tell me more clearly]
SHEN chuchen can detect the unbelievable tone of the other party across the screen.
The man picked his eyebrows slightly and chuckled.
He didn't want to be too shallow to blackmail the other party. Instead, he replied slowly:
[paternity testing is true. As for why, we can't discuss why through a mobile phone.
Shen chuchen turned to ask him directly.
Why don't you tell me who I sent my daughter to? Ye family? Or the Su family? 】
there are only a few families that have made friends with the Huo family.
Huo Yao, who was in a state of doubt, did not answer him.
Shen Chu Chen was not angry, even hooked his lower lip with a smile.
[Shen chuchen: Tut, if you don't tell me, I won't check it? 】
Huo Yao:
The strength of the man holding the mobile phone suddenly tightened, the original light mood, gradually rose to an unprecedented sense of crisis.
Zhao te looked at his boss with eyes, nose, nose and heart, wondering what happened during this period, which made the other party's face gloomy to this extent.
With the spirit of fearing death, he stepped forward with a smile and reminded him, ”Sir, there is a meeting to be held in half an hour. Where do you think it is...”
Poor Zhao tezhu was cut off mercilessly before he could finish speaking.
Huo Yao glanced at Zhao tezhu, and immediately, without expression, squeezed two words from his teeth:
”to return home.”
Have a fuckin 'meeting!
His daughter's gone!
Who can calmly hold a meeting here?
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how flustered Huo Yao was, ye Sang was not clear for the moment. After she came home from school with Mu Chen, she put a small cloth bag across her waist to cover her hungry and flat stomach, and her soft and sticky voice was dragging her voice, ”Uncle...”
The little guy raised his face and said, ”I'm hungry.”
Mu Chen glanced at her, ”shut up.”
”Oh...” Ye sang shut up.
The man slightly surprised lifted his eyelids, see her rarely clever no more words, this just slightly relieved tone.
After all, children are such creatures that they are very troublesome.
If she said one more word, he could not help but throw yesang out directly.
”Uncle...” After a pause, the little guy was soft and glutinous. He kneaded his head and rubbed his eyes.
She wants to sleep.
The little girl shrunk her mouth slightly and her soft face puffed up.
If careful people can see that ye Sang's state at this time is indeed uncomfortable.
However, Mu Chen is not happy to see her now, and how can he care about the child's words.
”Why?” He raised his eyelids and looked at her with a smile.
Yesang cat's pupils are clear and moist. Her soft dimples are pursed out, and she murmured in a soft voice:
”mulberry is not comfortable.”
Mu Chen didn't care much, ”drink more hot water.”
The housekeeper next to him: --
These two people really have the talent to talk to death.
The little guy shrunken his mouth and stood in the same place for a few seconds. Seeing that the cheap father really didn't pay attention to his own plan, she shook the soft flower bud head and became angry.
”Bad Baba.”
Mu Chen smell speech, raised eyelids to look at her, coldly reminds a way, ”I am not your father.”
Then, the man hummed and laughed, and said coolly, ”if you don't believe my father, I'll put you in the garbage can to make sure you don't know your father when he comes.”