Five Villain Daddies Are Fighting To Spoil Me

Huo Chenyu pinched her face, ground her teeth and said in a low voice: "The teacher was originally found for you, do you want to snatch it back?"

"Woo...wo, no, no..." The little guy's round cat pupils slightly widened, his little face swelled up from being pinched, and he said inarticulately.

She was forced by her grandfather to learn all kinds of piano, chess, calligraphy and painting since she was a child.

Guzheng Danqing.

I don’t want to learn anymore, woo woo woo.

...

As a result, my brother didn't seem to think so.

Huo Chenyu frowned slightly, looked at the slurred little guy, and said, "Brother just asked if you want to?"

Ye Sang: "No..." She doesn't want it!

"No. Think about it." The young boy didn't even want to interrupt her, and squinted at Shen Yao, who was full of lust, and the corners of his eyes were slightly curved up, full of sarcasm.

Robbing his sister's teacher?

Did he agree to it?

"Don't, don't, don't~" The little guy shook his head crazily, hugging his thigh tightly and refusing to let him go.

"Woo..." She wanted to cry when she saw Danqing now, she really didn't want to experience this kind of folk suffering anymore.

Huo Chenyu looked at the legs that were tightly hugged, and the corners of his lips twitched, completely hating iron for being weak.

This is Huo Yao's daughter.

Not to mention vigorous and resolute, cruel and merciless, but his personality shouldn't be so soft.

The little boy squatted down, pinched the little guy's face, and muttered in a low voice: "Stupid."

Like soft buns.

Have no temper at all?

*

Mr. Ye stroked his beard, looked at Mr. Huo inscrutablely, and said with a smile: "It's not that I don't want to take your granddaughter as an apprentice."

"Accepting apprentices depends on fate, and has nothing to do with birth."

"This little girl is cute and fits my eyes, not to mention she is talented in painting."

"Is your little granddaughter only five years old?"

What does a five year old know?

He came to teach apprentices, not to raise children.

Mr. Huo was dissatisfied and said: "What's the matter at the age of five? Although my granddaughter is a little younger, do you still want to do things like Danqing in a pinch? You can't teach it slowly?"

Although he also knew that his granddaughter was not expected to learn this stuff at first glance.

But the little girl doesn't want to lose face? Really letting my precious granddaughter know that she was rejected, she might be so sad that she would cry.

Mr. Ye is too lazy to waste his tongue with this calf protector.

When he saw Shen Yao, there was a smile in his eyes, and he looked at the boy next to the little girl, his eyes paused, and asked: "This is...?"

I only noticed this little apprentice just now, and didn't realize that there was another boy at all.

Mr. Ye was a little puzzled.

How low is this child's sense of existence.

"This is your younger brother?" The two of them actually look quite similar, and they are both relatively good-looking. It is not surprising for Mr. Ye to guess.

Shen Yao nodded, "Yes."

Mr. Ye couldn't help feeling a little bit interested, he asked: "Can ink painting?"

Yan An shook his head silently.

Won't.

"I can learn..." After a pause, the little boy said in a low voice.

He can't draw, it's not that Shen Yan'an is stupid.

It's because Shen Yao has been painting for nearly a year since he was five years old, and he has never even touched a Danqing brush.

Mr. Ye didn't believe in evil, so he just asked him to come on the spot.

It never occurred to him how difficult it would be for a five-year-old who had never even touched a paintbrush.

Shen Yan'an had no choice but to follow Shen Yao's appearance just now and lightly write on the rice paper.

However, because he didn't control his strength well, he forcibly smeared a cloud of black ink.

In an instant, Mr. Ye's face turned dark.

Shen Yanan slightly tightened his grip on the paintbrush, only to hear Mr. Ye say angrily: "I shouldn't have let you try."

"At first I thought that my sister had this kind of talent, but my younger brother would know it even if he was not good at ordinary basics."

I never expected that such an eye-catching mistake would appear as soon as I came up.

This was simply unbearable for Mr. Ye.

"Heh." He remembered what the boy said before, and couldn't help but sarcastically said:

"I don't think other than this Yao girl is eye-catching."

Mr. Ye obviously regarded him as the kind of person who slapped his face to make himself fat, and would not try to be brave anymore.

He sneered and said, "I don't even know how to do this most basic thing, but I still boast that I can learn it."

"In the future, you'd better not touch the paintbrush, kid."

"It's good for you and Danqing."

...

Ye Sang stared blankly at this farce, and suddenly remembered...

There is a description about Shen Yan'an in the novel.

Famous at a young age, a business genius.

It is clearly written in the novel.

This little boy should have a strong talent for ink painting, and he has loved these things since he was a child.

But later, because of Ye Lao's humiliation, he never touched a paintbrush again.

obviously...

Yan An did nothing wrong.

But there is a group of people who blame him for these things for no reason.

The little guy watched from the side, his cheeks puffed up slightly, and his round cat pupils were full of annoyance.

She doesn't swear.

But after following Huo Yao for a long time, he can more or less know a few words by his ears and eyes.

The little guy dragged his breasts, and yelled at Mr. Ye who was about to leave arrogantly:

"Old, old man!"

Huo Yao: "..."

Shen Chuchen: "..."

What did they hear?

Seeing so many people looking at her, the little girl lowered her head in embarrassment, revealing her soft hair.

Then, thinking of what this person said just now, Ye Sang couldn't help but straighten her waist, raised her face puffed up, and said loudly, "I will."

She grew up with her grandpa.

Three-year-old was carried to learn all kinds of things.

She doesn't know how advanced one of the grandpas is in Danqing, but when the little guy usually follows him, he hears grandpa sighing and saying:

"I'm not targeting anyone, I'm saying that everyone here is hot chicken. Anyway, I'm also the number one person in the Danqing world."

During the period when she was forced to study, a group of grandpas would sigh from time to time about their great achievements when they were young.

What did they whisper in their ears, they used to be the number one, the number one in various fields.

The little ones sometimes don't understand what they are saying at all.

But it doesn't prevent her from saying that her grandfather is number one.

...

Mr. Ye hadn't had time to get angry, when he heard her outrageous words, he immediately smiled angrily: "Son, what are you talking about?"

she will?

A child who looks like he is only four or five years old, but he is already so ignorant?

Ye Sang's hair stood on end, Mao Tong blinked, and protected Yan An behind him, puffing out his cheeks and said crisply:

"I will."

She imitated her grandfather's tone at that time, dragging her immature childish voice, and said in a childlike voice: "People, people are not targeting anyone."

Ye Sang said in a small voice:

"...I mean everyone here is hot chicken."

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