Five Villain Daddies Are Fighting To Spoil Me

"Not a brat..."

The little girl remembered the cruelty of No. 1's father, she shrank her neck and said in a low voice, "Sangsang has a name."

She is serious:

"My name is Ye Sang~"

Huo Yao leaned back on the boss chair, squinted at the little dumpling with long eyes, hummed slightly, and was rarely interested in teasing her, "What's your name?"

The little guy repeated his milky voice: "Yesang~"

Zhao Tezhu, who was dragging the little milky voice and softly speaking, had a bloody look on his face.

"Oh..." In the end, Huo Yao, who had no girlish heart, said with a smile, "The last name is Ye."

His indifferent face: "Send it to the police station, now, immediately, immediately!"

The man lifted his eyes and glanced at Zhao Te's help, who had already been adored. The corners of his mouth twitched slightly, and he was no longer ready to count on the other party.

Huo Yao stood up with a cold face, grabbed the little girl's collar in disgust, looked up and down, and turned around with a cold snort and was about to throw it out.

But he didn't expect Ye Sang to be a stubborn child.

Seeing that this cheap No. 1 father really wanted to throw himself out, he remembered what the grandfathers of the institute told him before they left.

She hurriedly hugged each other's arms tightly, refusing to let go.

Seeing that he couldn't shake it off, Huo Yao frowned slightly, and he repeated coldly, "I'm not your father."

He definitely doesn't have such a stupid daughter.

Little Tuanzi didn't expect this father to be so indifferent.

She leaned forward slightly with her soft body, stretched out her tender and white arms like lotus root, and tightly grasped Huo Yao's clothes, tears fell as soon as she said it.

"No, Sangsang, don't go."

"Grandpa said..." The little guy hiccupped and complained intermittently, "You can't be too Huo Yao..."

Cheap dads can't go overboard.

Huo Yao's face darkened.

What a god can't be too arrogant!

What kind of bad old man taught this?

However, now is not the time to pursue this issue.

The man took a deep breath and calmed down. He glanced at Zhao Tesuke with cold eyes, and his tone was a little dark, "Why are you standing still? Why don't you take her away!"

Zhao Tesuke regained his senses and hurriedly reached out to take it. He hugged the girl's fleshy body and couldn't help pinching her cheek.

Sure enough, it is like tender and raw tofu, and it seems that water can be squeezed out of it when you squeeze it lightly.

Zhao Tezhu hesitated for a moment, then lowered his head to face the girl's harmless and clear cat pupils like a cub. He wanted to take people away from the center of the earth and shook slightly, "President..."

Facing Huo Yao's cool eyes, he mustered up his courage slightly, and dared to say more words without fear of death:

"Maybe this child is really your daughter?"

Huo Yao glanced at her and laughed: "My daughter?"

He probably had nothing to do, and there was no important work to do at this time. Huo Yao inevitably had a bit of a bad taste of teasing children about this strange little dumpling who suddenly ran out.

The man raised his eyes to meet the little girl's misty cat pupils, remembering out of time the text message he deleted half an hour ago.

- His daughter?

Gee.

Pure fart.

How could he have a daughter.

Huo Yao sneered slightly, with a sullen look on his face, and looked at her with a slightly imperceptible scrutiny: "How old are you?"

Hearing the words, the little dumpling broke his fingers seriously, his arms were as tender as lotus root, and he smiled and bent his cat's eyes, "Sang Sang is five years old~"

Huo Yao was stunned by her clean and childish smile, and after a while he couldn't help but sneer:

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