Five Villain Daddies Are Fighting To Spoil Me

Huo Yao: "..."

He just went abroad, when did that little bastard have a father? ! !

[Huo Yao: What's going on with this paternity test? Tell me more clearly]

Shen Chuchen could feel the disbelief in the other party's tone through the screen.

The man raised his eyebrows slightly and smiled lightly.

He didn't owe him enough to block the other party, but he replied slowly:

[The paternity test is true, as for why, we can't discuss why even though we are separated by a mobile phone.

Shen Chuchen changed the subject and asked him directly.

[Why don't you tell me first, whose house did you send my daughter to? Ye family? Or the Su family? 】

These are the only aristocratic families that have made good friends with the Huo family.

Huo Yao, who was in a state of doubting his life, did not answer him.

Shen Chuchen was not annoyed, and even hooked his lower lip with a smile.

[Shen Chuchen: Tsk, if you don't tell me, I won't check it? 】

Huo Yao: "..."

The strength of the man's grip on the phone suddenly tightened, and the emotion that had been indifferent gradually rose to an unprecedented sense of crisis.

Zhao Tezhu looked at his boss carefully, wondering what happened during this period, which made the other party's face so gloomy.

With the spirit of not being afraid of death, he took a step forward and reminded with a smile: "Sir, there is a meeting in half an hour. Look where it is..."

Poor Special Assistant Zhao, he was mercilessly interrupted before he could finish his sentence.

Huo Yao glanced at Zhao Tezhu, and immediately squeezed out two words from between his teeth with no expression on his face:

"Go home."

Have a fucking meeting!

His daughter is gone!

Who can hold a meeting here calmly?

*

Ye Sang didn't know how flustered Huo Yao was. After she followed Mu Chen home from school, she slanted the small cloth bag on her waist to cover her hungry belly, and said softly, "Uncle..."

The little guy raised his face, "I'm hungry."

Mu Chen glanced at her, "Shut up."

"Oh..." Ye Sang shut up obediently.

The man raised his eyelids in a little surprise, and he was slightly relieved to see that she was so obedient and silent.

After all, creatures like children are troublesome to death.

If she said one more word, he probably couldn't help but throw Ye Sang out directly.

"Uncle..." After a pause, the little guy spoke softly again, lowered his head and rubbed his eyes, feeling sleepy.

She wants to sleep.

The little girl pursed her mouth slightly, her soft face puffed up.

Anyone who is careful can tell that Ye Sang is really uncomfortable at this moment.

However, Mu Chen is not happy seeing her now, so why would he care about what this child said.

"Why?" He raised his eyelids and looked at her with a half-smile.

Ye Sang's cat's pupils were clear, and her pupils were full of water vapor. Her soft dimples were squeezed out, and she whispered milkily:

"Sangsang is not feeling well."

Mu Chen didn't pay much attention, "Drink more hot water."

The butler next to him: "..."

These two people really have the talent to chat to death.

The little guy pursed her mouth and stood there angrily for a few seconds. Seeing that this cheap father really didn't intend to answer her, she shook her soft bud head and lost her temper.

"Bad daddy."

Hearing this, Mu Chen raised his eyelids to look at her, and reminded him coldly, "I'm not your father."

Then, the man snorted again, and said coldly, "If you don't recognize your father, believe it or not, I will stuff you into the trash can. I guarantee that you won't recognize your own father when he comes."

Ye Sang: "..."

Too, too much! !

It's fine that cheap dad doesn't give her food, but he even insults her.

The little guy hugged the butler's grandfather's arm aggrievedly, shook his head, and felt that he was just a little cabbage that no one wanted.

Butler Mu was taken aback by being hugged like this, and then smiled gently and rubbed the little girl's head. He couldn't figure out what his husband was doing to such a well-behaved child.

If he had such a well-behaved little granddaughter, she would be afraid of melting in her mouth and flying away in her hands.

"Grandpa the housekeeper..." She stood on tiptoe, hugged the other party's neck in a childish voice, her voice was drawn out, soft and weak, "Sang, Sang Sang is sleepy."

The butler picked him up, patted the little girl on the back, and coaxed her gently, "Miss, be good, can you go to bed after dinner?"

"Okay~"

The two asked and answered, and the atmosphere was much more harmonious than the picture just now.

After Ye Sang calmed down and ignored him, Mu Chen gradually became a little upset when he saw the "warm" painting style of the two of them.

"Housekeeper." The man said lightly.

Butler Mu was taken aback for a moment, and subconsciously replied, "Sir."

"Put her down." Mu Chen looked at Ye Sang, "You follow me to the study to sleep."

The little guy's fur curled up, Wei Wei asked unhappily, "Why?"

She doesn't want to sleep with cheap dad.

Mu Chen smiled, "There is no reason, because your uncle is still your uncle."

In Mu's house, who has the final say, does this little bastard have no points?

Fight him?

Ah.

Ye Sang's hair drooped, and she was already a little uncomfortable, but now she looked even more listless.

She doesn't want to be with Papa Mu.

However--

As the saying goes, people have to bow their heads under the eaves, and it is useless for the little guy to protest.

#Bow your head to the evil forces boss#

The housekeeper was stunned, and couldn't help but said, "But sir, don't you still have projects to do?"

How is it possible to have time to take care of the children?

Mu Chen stretched out his hand to take the little guy over. Like an emotionless robot, he sneered, "I don't want to do it."

"Any questions?"

housekeeper:"……"

Since he worked in Mu's family, it was the first time he saw their husband's waywardness to such an extent.

...

Ye Sang reluctantly glanced in the direction of the butler several times, then pouted and curled up in the man's arms unhappily.

It is said that father's embrace is warm, but Sangsang has never felt it.

The little girl sighed faintly.

This year's villain dads are so hard to bring along.

*

Mu Chen lowered his head, looked at the listless little girl in his arms, and asked with a smile, "Why? Are you unhappy sleeping with me?"

Ye Sang shook her head softly, she leaned on his shoulder and muttered in a low voice, "You don't like Sangsang..."

The man paused slightly.

Then, Mu Chen laughed, and admitted it very neatly, "Yes, I don't like you."

The little guy said unhappily, "Then I don't like you either."

The man raised his eyebrows slightly, "Who wants you to like it?"

One little bunny.

Ye Sang puffed up her face aggrievedly, rubbed her eyes, and ignored him because she was not convinced.

Mu Chen had just brought her to the study for a minute before he regretted it.

The man frowned, and glanced several times at the little guy who was sleeping soundly with his pillow in his arms.

I don't know what kind of wind I just had to bring her up.