Five Villain Daddies Are Fighting To Spoil Me

——Hehe, it is probably more fragrant when used in stewed soup.

Of course Ye Sang didn't know about his dangerous idea.

The little guy held the little chick in his hand, happily put it back into the nest, then took his father's hand and shook it, "Babababa, let's go to sleep."

Shen Chuchen's eyes lingered on the little chicken in the chicken coop for a few seconds, then slowly looked back for a while, "Okay~"

Honestly.

He really wanted to stew this chicken.

but...

Before stewing, I have to appease this little girl.

*

Shen Chuchen followed the little girl back slowly, and the little bun who walked in the front had a clean face, full of childish innocence.

The man watched and couldn't help laughing.

So cute.

Like a little sun.

It's no wonder that even someone like Mu Chen who has great malice towards her can soften his heart again and again.

"Ye Sangsang." The man lazily grabbed her by the collar.

The little guy's short legs wobbled, his head was tilted, and he was very dazed, "Papa."

Shen Chuchen asked her: "Want to know what your other father's name is?"

Ye Sangmao's eyes lit up, "Think~~"

The man narrowed his peach blossom eyes slightly, squatted down and pinched her chubby bun face, and instantly became upset, "Why didn't you look at the photos earlier? It made me sour for so long, ha. Little heartless."

"If it wasn't for me, do you think Huo Yaomouchen and those two people would tell you who they are with their narrow-minded characters?"

Of course not.

Who is not possessive yet.

The little guy stood on tiptoe and kissed him, and rolled his cat's eyes with a milky laugh, "Papa is the best."

Shen Chuchen looked at her, the corners of his lips curled up slightly, as if he reluctantly accepted the bribe.

"One is Su Ye, a legend in the e-sports circle."

As he said that, he laughed gloatingly, "And Gu Sheng, tsk... that's reduced to the point where the whole Internet is black~"

Honestly.

People like Su Shen and Gu Sheng can go back and inherit the family property if they don't get along well.

Nothing to worry about either.

Shen Chuchen patted her on the head, peach blossom eyes slightly bent, "Don't even think about looking for them now, one is at the club's training base, and the other is in some corner."

not to mention.

Just three of them robbing is enough to drive people crazy, how many more can they survive?

Oh yes.

This dog, Mu Chen, doesn't know that he has a daughter yet.

The little guy silently read the names of the two fathers, and obediently rubbed against Shen Chuchen, "Papa is the best."

Papa No. 2 is not a cheapskate.

The man's heart was unbelievably soft after being rubbed, he bent slightly and took the little girl into his arms, he smiled and pinched her chubby little face, "Let's go."

For the sake of this little guy being so obedient, telling Mu Chen the truth doesn't seem to be a big deal.

Shen Chuchen was very relieved, and slowly ran upstairs to sleep with the child in his arms.

The little guy fell asleep as soon as he touched the bed, his little body rolled up the quilt slightly and rolled smoothly into the corner, and Shen Chuchen next to him also lazily lay down on the bed when he saw this, closing his eyes and sleeping so dimly.

Ye Sang obediently curled up in her father's arms, her curled eyelashes trembling slightly uneasily.

She is having nightmares again.

The protagonist in this dream is Dad No. 3.

From the perspective of an outsider, she seemed to have watched a play, about her father No. 3... a play from the previous life.

The former proud son of heaven, he was alone until his death.

He obviously saved countless people in his last life, and he is not bad at all.

"Papa..." The little girl's eyelashes were stained with tears, and when she woke up, she didn't understand, and her little milk voice was still crying.

As soon as she opened her eyes, she saw Huo Yao's magnified handsome face, and the little guy blinked blankly, but he still hasn't recovered.

Huo Yao bent down and hugged the little girl in his arms, and wiped away the tears from the corners of her eyes little by little, with a low voice and a little smile: "Why are you crying? Shen Chuchen abused you?"

Ye Sang rubbed her head against him, shook her head, her cat's eyes were curious, "Papa, are you going on a blind date?"

The man frowned slightly, and found some beautiful little skirts from the closet. He bent down and pinched the little guy's face, "I can't go, but even if I go, I won't succeed."

At most it's just a formality.

He was worried about letting Mu Chen take care of the child, so he had to take the little one with him.

Ye Sang nodded her head ignorantly, obediently put on her clothes, lay lazily on Huo Yao's shoulder, and began to feel sleepy.

...

What is Shen Chuchen doing early in the morning?

He's cooking chicken...ahhhh.

He is buying ducks.

Mu Chen watched Shen Chuchen wake himself up early in the morning with a dark face and asked him to hunt for ducks together.

The man looked at each other as if he was looking at an idiot, and the corners of his slender lips twitched in disbelief: "You, you take that little bastard's chicken..."

"Stewed?"

Shen Chuchen: "...can you be more tactful?"

To be heard by that little guy would probably cry to the point of autism.

Mu Chen looked at him more and more strangely.

How did he feel in his last life that this man planned every step of the way?

Be blind.

Who in a normal person would stew a little girl's chicken?

Shen Chuchen also held his forehead slightly, suffering from a headache, "I didn't stew."

He said: "I just mentioned to Liu Tezhu that the little chickens stewed into soup will probably make the children next door cry."

Then his special assistant is a person with strong hands-on ability. After he finished speaking, he hurriedly left a sentence: "I have seen a little chicken, it is plump, and it looks delicious."

So special assistant zhao and him were stewed together in embarrassment.

By the time Shen Chuchen realized what the little chick he was talking about, it was already too late.

Mu Chen continued to ask: "Then why don't you buy a chicken and give it to that little bastard?"

And bought a fucking duck.

Are you fooling a three-year-old?

Shen Chuchen thought.

Can I tell you that I am afraid of chickens?

He sneered and didn't answer, but looked at the little duck on the ground, stroked his chin and fell into thought.

By the way...

Children should not be able to see the essential difference between these two things, right?

"Cough, here we come." Mu Chen cleared his throat and motioned him to look over.

Because of guilty conscience, Shen Chuchen straightened his back by reflex, looked at the duck on the ground and didn't make a sound.

The little guy was lying on his father's shoulder, drowsy, and Daimao swayed listlessly, lazily opened his cat's pupils, and saw the duckling in the hall at a glance.

"Dick~" the little girl blinked and cried happily.

"..." Hearing this, Huo Yao, who was going downstairs, staggered and almost knelt down for her.

This fucking is really not surprising.

The man's eyelashes trembled, he looked at the duck on the ground, then at the girl in his arms who called "chicken", and asked: