Five Villain Daddies Are Fighting To Spoil Me

Mr. Ye: "..."

The old man has never seen such an arrogant person.

"You are so young..." He gritted his teeth and said angrily, "How did your parents teach you to be so defiant?"

Speaking of this, the little guy is even more fearless.

With a round face, she shook her head and said, "My daddy said, either cut the grass and root out the roots, or destroy the bones and turn them into ashes."

Huo Chenyu: "..."

Mr. Ye couldn't help doubting his life: "..." Where did this kid learn his words?

"..." Huo Yao was inexplicably relieved.

It seems that this little guy still remembers what he said.

With her little hands behind her back, the little guy said slowly with the appearance of a little adult: "I told you before, she likes to convince people with virtue~"

Mr. Ye's expression softened.

It seems that this mother can still be saved.

In the end, before he was relieved for a few seconds, he heard the little girl's black cat eyes blink, and said crisply:

"Anyone who refuses to accept it is a dead person."

Mr. Ye was so angry that his fingertips trembled: "...the upper beam is not straight and the lower beam is crooked."

What kind of parents are these? !

Huo Yao raised his eyebrows when he heard the words, and was immediately unhappy. He hooked the little girl into his arms and snorted, the expression on that handsome face was inexplicable, "Mr. Ye, do you have any doubts about my education?" ?"

The man in front of him was dressed in a black suit, his black eyes under the broken hair were cold, and his thin lips were curled up with a bit of chilling coolness.

That half-smile look seemed to say: If you have doubts about my education, then I and my gun may also have some doubts about you.

What a blatant threat!

Mr. Ye took a deep breath and said with a sneer, "I've never seen anyone as arrogant as you two."

Shen Chuchen interrupted with a smile: "Then you have seen it now."

The man looked at Ye Lao's face flushed with anger, smiled and hooked the corners of his lips, and said deliberately: "It's okay to gain more knowledge, and you will find that Huo Yao is not only arrogant, but also very doggy."

The three of them sang together.

It made Ye Lao very angry.

His fingertips trembled slightly, he pointed in Ye Sang's direction, and said angrily, "Ignorant child!"

Ye Sang: "..."

Huo Chenyu looked at this incompetent middle-aged old man and smiled, "...Old Mister."

Grandpa Ye interrupted him angrily, "Don't call me!"

He sneered and said, "Your child's arrogant appearance is really carved out of the same mold as Huo Yao."

Ye Sang puffed her face, "I'm not arrogant."

Her black and beautiful cat eyes stared at him, and said crisply: "Sangsang's eyes are all about you."

Mr. Ye: "..."

If you keep chatting with this ignorant kid, he will be pissed off! !

Mr. Huo watched with joy from the bottom of his heart.

As expected of his granddaughter.

This is similar to the words of "Bang Jing", but it is really in the same line as Huo Yao's childhood.

"You know Danqing?" Because he couldn't tell her, Mr. Ye had no choice but to hold his breath and forcibly changed the subject.

Ye Sang straightened her waist, and Damao shook: "I will."

As his grandfather taught him by hand, the little guy has enough self-confidence.

Mr. Ye sneered: "Okay."

"Here's the pen, you draw!"

He took a step back, handed over the Danqing pen in his hand, and looked at Ye Sang with a sneering look.

Huo Yao frowned, a bad premonition rose in his heart.

It is understandable for the child to be angry at the crown and become a beauty.

But with Mr. Ye's harsh personality, if the little guy really can't draw well, it is inevitable that he will be ridiculed.

The corners of his lips curled up to look at Mr. Ye with a smile or not, and a pair of deep black eyes flashed coldly.

I only heard Ye Lao stroking his beard and said with a smile: "The children nowadays don't know the heights of the sky and the earth at such a young age."

"Don't say you are Danqing, even this old man only came into contact with it when he was ten years old."

And Shen Yao, who is six years old, can draw like this, which can already be regarded as an extraordinary talent.

It's no wonder that a five-year-old milk baby dared to say such wild words, Ye Lao is not angry.

He sarcastically said, "Don't be like the kid just now, you don't even know how to hold a pen."

The little guy turned his face up, his cat eyes stared round, he hummed softly and sat down directly.

She carried it in a decent way,

It's just that the people next to him are very disdainful.

Shen Chuchen lowered his voice and asked, "The little one really knows how to paint?"

Shen Chuchen, who was used to seeing strong winds and waves, couldn't help being stunned by the little girl's arrogant tone.

Huo Yao shook his head, expressionless said: "No."

But that's okay.

If this old man really dared to mock his daughter, he would let him know what it means to be sinister.

Shen Chuchen raised his eyebrows when he heard the words, but he was not disappointed, after all, he didn't expect this little guy to know anything.

The man looked at Mr. Ye thoughtfully, thinking.

If this old man really dared to bully that little guy in front of so many people, I wouldn't mind letting him know what a socialist beating is.

Mr. Ye, who was worried about by the two big shots, couldn't help but sneezed.

He frowned slightly.

I don't know who is thinking about me.

...

With a group of people having their own thoughts, the little girl bit her lip and thought about the usual posture of grandpa holding the pen, pinching the index finger and thumb, and wrapping the middle finger around, holding the pen firmly together.

The little guy drooped his brows and eyes, his back was straight, and his appearance of sitting and holding a pen was very standard.

"..." Ye Lao swallowed the mocking words in an instant.

He was slightly taken aback, and couldn't help but ask:

"You taught her how to hold a pen?"

Mr. Huo also noticed the little girl's movements, and seeing her standard posture of holding a pen, he couldn't help showing off in a low-key way: "No, no, no, I don't know this kind of thing."

He has spent half his life cheating with a group of old foxes in the mall.

How could it be possible to learn Danqing with this kung fu.

Grandpa Ye's face turned ugly.

Nobody taught?

how is this possible.

The posture she held the pen just now couldn't be practiced in a year or two.

But how old is this girl?

His mother is only five years old! !

Mr. Ye gradually became suspicious of life.

Mr. Huo smiled very proudly, "My Sangsang has been silent all her life, who told you that she hasn't studied?"

"Isn't it okay for people to be self-taught?"

Grandpa Ye's face turned blue and white.

When he realized that this girl might have been in contact with Danqing for a long time, he knew that what he said just now might be slapped in the face.

but……

Nor is he one to lose.

What's more, the other party is still a child.

So Mr. Ye didn't bother to criticize, sat down cross-legged and began to look up and down Ye Sang with that kind of curious eyes.

The little guy was so angry that he couldn't calm down even if he was painting Danqing.

The bulging cheeks look like a little puffer fish.

When the girl writes with her fingertips, it is different from the trembling and intermittent of beginners. Every stroke of her is extremely smooth, as if she has rehearsed it thousands of times in her mind, her movements are correct, and she writes in one go.

There are two thousand~