Five Villain Daddies Are Fighting To Spoil Me

Mu Chen: "..." What kind of logic is this.

"No." Mu Chen stared at her expressionlessly, "This story tells us that fairy tales are deceiving."

He sneered slightly, "It doesn't matter if you are Zhuge Liang or Zhou Yu, in the end you still have to die for me."

Ye Sang: "..."

Maybe what Mu Chen didn't know was that when he said this sentence in a dark way, he really looked like the villain in the TV series.

The little guy rubbed against the pillow, dazedly opened his cat's pupils, "Then what he said was right."

It's all here, anyway, no one wants to leave this world alive.

Mu Chen: "..." It seems that there is some truth.

Nonsence.

There is a truth to the fart.

Where did this little bastard get so much fairy logic all day long?

"The story is over." He handed the medicine to Ye Sang, suppressing his impatience, and said word by word: "Give it to me."

The little girl's body is like a small ball of fire, and she is even softer in her arms, with a milky fragrance, her little head is so soft and obedient that it makes people's heart tremble.

Her small face was wrinkled with resistance.

Mu Chen rubbed the center of his brows, he didn't expect that one day he would be able to take turns raising the baby.

The key point is that this kid doesn't fucking take medicine! !

Mu Chen's mentality was about to collapse.

The man leaned down slightly, raised his hand to pinch the little girl's chubby face, pulled his lips and asked tenderly, "Are you drinking or not?"

Ye Sang's curly eyelashes trembled slightly, her small mouth flattened, her breasts trembled, full of grievances, "Drink..."

As far as his act of prostitution, is there any other choice besides drinking?

Mu Chen is very satisfied with her sense of humor.

The little guy's curled eyelashes trembled, his face wrinkled, and he drank the bowl of medicine.

Because of the bitter taste, Ye Sang's small mouth was slightly flattened, and his pitiful appearance could hang an oil pot.

Seeing that she drank the medicine, Mu Chen breathed a sigh of relief, and then he gave her a faint look, and said two words: "Sleep."

The little guy lay limply on the bed, still unable to sleep.

She was still shocked by the fairy tale just now.

Mu Chen pressed the forehead with a headache, covered her with the quilt indiscriminately, sat on the edge of the bed, lowered his beautiful black eyes, slightly hooked his lower lip, and started to scare her, "If you don't sleep, the big bad wolf will eat you at night. "

"Why does the big bad wolf eat Sangsang?"

The little guy pursed his mouth, a little unhappy.

The man gave her a sideways glance, and said in an impatient tone, "Because you don't sleep."

Ye Sang shrank her neck, buried her little head in the bed, "That Sangsang is sleeping."

"Big bad wolf, don't bite me..." The little guy moaned and groaned, softly burying his head in the quilt. After drinking the medicine, he would inevitably feel sleepy. Under Mu Chen's gloomy gaze, Ye Sang squatted Xiaozui finally fell into a deep sleep.

As soon as the little bastard calmed down, Mu Chen yawned lazily, feeling strangely uncomfortable.

After Ye Sang fell asleep, she was very dishonest, her calf stared slightly, and rolled to Mu Chen's side.

The little guy lay his head lazily in the man's warm embrace, sleeping soundly, his white and tender face was slightly reddened by the fever.

Mu Chen lifted his eyelids, and pushed Ye Sang aside in disgust.

"Woo..." Pushed off guard, the little girl pouted and felt aggrieved.

The soft and waxy milk voice interspersed with a subtle cry made Mu Chen froze by conditioned reflex.

Those black eyes stared at Ye Sang closely, fearing that the little brat would wake up again.

Fortunately.

The little guy didn't wake up, but Mu Chen didn't dare to push her anymore.

If you wake him up again, who will coax him?

Mu Chen looked at the little bastard in his arms, hesitated for a moment, and still surrounded him with a cold face.

After all, with Ye Sang's dishonesty in sleeping, if he didn't hold her, the two of them would meet on the floor the next morning.

The little guy in his arms was as soft as cotton, and the touch and warmth of being held in his arms was surprisingly reassuring.

*

Early the next morning, the warm light shone on the little guy's porcelain-white face.

Subconsciously, Ye Sang stretched out her small white hand to touch her forehead, then squeezed her small mouth, and found herself huddled in Mu Chen's arms.

"Cheap dad..." She pouted and slowly climbed off the bed.

The little guy looked up and saw Mu Chen's long and slender eyelashes drooping, and how he was sleeping. Thinking of how the other party took care of her last night, he hesitated and covered him with the quilt.

"Go to sleep." Ye Sang's little milk voice was crisp and clear, shaking her little head happily.

After the little guy finished saying this, he didn't care whether Mu Chen heard it or not, he obediently picked up his little cloth bag on the bed, and ran out.

After Ye Sang left, Mu Chen slightly opened his eyes, and immediately the corners of his lips curved slightly, "...Little brat."

I don't hold grudges.

*

"Grandpa, grandpa, grandpa housekeeper~"

The little guy's soft and soft milk voice sounded from upstairs, which added a bit of excitement to the usually quiet villa.

Butler Mu hadn't recovered before he was thrown into his arms by a fat baby.

He was slightly startled, and hastily hugged her tightly, "Miss."

"Didn't you go to school?"

The little guy shook his head, because of his illness, he looked limp, harmless and well-behaved, "Uncle didn't wake me up."

The butler was taken aback, "Then, does the young miss still have to go to school today?"

"Take a leave from his teacher." The clear and clear voice sounded from behind.

When the butler came back to his senses, he saw their husband lazily propping his forehead, half-closed his eyes, "Let's just say that this little brat is sick today, and I'll send her back tomorrow."

"Okay sir." The housekeeper responded, rubbing the little girl's head with special affection, and asked with a smile, "What would you like to eat today, Miss? I'll let them make it for you."

Ye Sang's eyes lit up, and when he heard that he could eat something, he immediately shook his head and said loudly, "I want Coca-Cola chicken wings~~ I want ice cream~~"

The butler nodded unconditionally.

it is good!

want!

purchase!

They didn't notice their husband's dark complexion at all.

Every time Mu Chen heard her name a "junk food", his face darkened a little.

Until the end, the man couldn't bear it anymore, stared at her and said coolly, "I see you are dreaming."

Eat these things when your child is sick?

How does Huo Yao take care of the children?

The little guy hugged the butler's neck tightly, and said in a low voice, "No, can't you eat it?"

Mu Chen chuckled, "After eating, the big bad wolf will come to play with you at night."

Ye Sang's small body trembled slightly, and she whispered in the ear of the other party, "Don't eat Sangsang... Sangsang is not delicious..."

Hearing her muttering, the housekeeper could not hold back a laugh after holding back.

Secretly thinking that their husband is really naive.

He even used this to scare children.

Is my conscience okay?

Early in the morning, the little guy lowered his head without much energy, and pursed his mouth slightly.

She is so miserable.