Five Villain Daddies Are Fighting To Spoil Me

"Smiled ugly."

Unexpectedly, the group of bad old men have become so mad that they let a five-year-old baby doll as eyeliner.

It's really going downhill.

When the little guy heard his father say that he was ugly, his wet cat eyes stared at Huo Yao, his mouth pouted in unhappiness, and he almost burst into tears.

The man raised his eyes indifferently to meet the girl's small face full of grievances, looked away slightly indifferently, and then hooked his lips without a trace, and finally restrained himself from laughing.

This little guy is so stupid, it's not easy to survive until now.

Seeing this cheap dad, the little guy really had no plans to take him in, so she had to hold Jin Doudou up and push herself to sell herself, "Not only did the bed collapse in my house, the water stopped, and the keys were lost. Yes, the air conditioner is broken too~"

After a pause, Ye Sang raised her face and emphasized seriously: "Even the dog is hot to death~"

"I don't care, Sangsang just wants to sleep at your house."

When the little dumpling pursed his lips, the intoxicating little dimple beside his cheek softened, and his serious nonsense appearance was extremely well-behaved.

Zhao Tesuke, who was holding her next to him, burst into laughter when he saw this.

He pinched the little girl's soft cheeks very rarely, and his heart was trembling with cuteness.

This kid is too cute!

The man frowned slightly, his face slightly cold.

For some reason, seeing this milky little guy being held in his arms by another man, the picture of "filial piety to a father and son" fell into his eyes, and it was particularly unpleasant.

Huo Yao's expression was indifferent, his black eyes stared at Zhao Tesuke, but the words in his mouth blurted out without thinking, "Take your hand off her face!"

Zhao Tezhu was scolded coldly by his boss, his hands froze, and under the ignorant and dazed gaze of the little dumplings, he reluctantly put his hands down.

Huo Yao felt a lot more comfortable when he saw that his salty pig's trotter was finally taken off the little girl's face.

He didn't bother to struggle with his inexplicable emotions just now, so he waved at Ye Sang, signaling Zhao Teshou to put the person down.

The little guy Ruanmengmeng shook his head, stood on the ground, a pair of cat pupils like water grapes blinked, looked up and stared at him, "Dad..."

"Hug~"

The milky "hug" almost made Zhao Tesuke next to him almost scream.

Huo Yao's stern face showed no emotion at all. He stared at the little guy in front of him, then glanced at the little milk dog in her arms, and frowned without a trace.

This little guy touches porcelain and brings his family with him?

The man took a step back in disgust, glanced at the little guy, his voice was cold and slightly hummed:

"dream."

A little girl who doesn't know from which corner to touch porcelain wants him to hug?

There are no doors.

After Ye Sang was rejected, she dazedly touched Huo Yao's cold eyes, she subconsciously hugged the little milk dog in her arms, and the little milk sounded aggrieved.

"...cheap dad."

If you don't hug, don't hug.

Hearing her muttering, the man stood up with one hand in his pocket, and the long legs strode forward and stared down at the little guy in front of him.

The little dumpling looked up at him without saying a word, the pair of water grape-like cat pupils were full of tears, and the pitiful little appearance was so heartbreaking.

Huo Yao: "..."

Xu is connected by blood, and the little girl looked a little pitiful without saying a word and holding back her tears.

With a cold face, the man finally took the man into his arms. The little dumpling's body was soft as if rubbing his face. He was light and weightless in his arms. He tutted in disgust. cold:

"Troublesome."