Chapter 491 (1/2)

Mu Chen was very satisfied with his story, so he seldom agreed: ”you can use idioms.”

Shen Chu dust skin smile flesh does not smile to look at him, ”will be a little bit more than you.”

Ah, bah.

If it is not for the sake of putting an end to his daughter's puppy love, who's free to make up this kind of idle egg pain story.

Ye sang thinks there is something wrong with his story.

She puffed her face a little, but she couldn't tell what was wrong. She had to bow her head and look at Gu Sheng, trying to get the father to take over.

Gu Sheng: Look what I'm doing.

He licked his lips and couldn't bear to refuse his daughter. So he supported his jaw and blinked his beautiful glass eyes. He said, ”Oh, Duan Jinyan, who died of hatred, was moved to heaven because he was not willing.”

”When the mistress knew about it, she took a handful of chrysanthemums to worship her.”

After a pause, Gu Sheng was still afraid that her daughter would not understand, so she kindly explained, ”so, does Sang Sang know why at the end of the movie, he always gives a close-up to the second male tombstone who died miserably?”

”You see, take Duan Jinyan as an example. The grass on the grave has grown three feet high. At last, a close-up of the tombstone is shown.”

Gu Sheng taught her with great care:

”this story tells us.”

”It's no good for a toad to eat swan meat.”

Yesang is completely stunned.

Her smart cat's eyes looked at several dads, completely unable to understand why the man died so miserably.

Just when the little girl is confused, Su ye and Huo Yao clap their hands on the side, giving face to the audience and saying, ”OK. Well said

That posture made the little girl clap her hands subconsciously.

Duan Jinyan, outside the door:

He clenched the cow in his hand without expression and lowered his eyes to think about the possibility of splashing it on those faces.

It's called storytelling?

Isn't it about the 100 ways of death of male owners?

Another group of people heard the warm applause after he died. Duan Jin Yanguang felt his teeth itch when he was listening outside the door.

The little boy turned around and took a sip of milk and felt that it was him who needed to calm down.

……

When the story is over, ye sang is still in the air. Under the urging eyes of a group of dads, he has to yawn and sleep in the quilt.

Before going to sleep, she also turned her small head and asked softly, ”do dads sleep?”

Huo Yao pulled a stool and sat down in front of her bed. The warm desk lamp was still on in the room. The star lamp was spinning on the ceiling. It was a dreamy and beautiful scene.

”Dad doesn't sleep,” he said in a low voice

”Shall we watch over you?”

Ye sang rubbed her eyes, and now sleepy, she chuckled a little mouth, refused the words did not say out, has been in a sweet sleep.

Although Ye sang never finished, Huo Yao and he could see that the little girl really wanted to be accompanied.

Especially with them.

Unlike other children, ye sang had never had a father before she was five years old.

Su ye once heard that when she came back from the variety show, the little girl threw herself into his arms, crying bitterly, and Baba's heart was pumping with pain.

It's their fault to have lost so much time.

”Sorry.” Su Ye says in a low voice. Danfeng's eyes are drooping. Her finger tips tighten her blue veins. She murmurs with guilt.

He kept thinking.

It's a long time, and they can make up for that missing day for a long time.

But Ye Si's words made him realize that they didn't have a long time, only one year.

A room full of silence.

I'm afraid yesang and a few others who don't know why can sleep tonight.