Five Villain Daddies Are Fighting To Spoil Me

Ye Sang hesitated and didn't move, she had been staying upstairs with Fu Yan for the past few days, her sister didn't know how to tie her hair, making her little head as messy as a chicken coop.

The little girl with disheveled hair was holding a doll in her arms. The scene looked like something out of a horror movie. Fu Han took a deep breath and repeated word by word: "Get down for me."

Even if you don't sleep in the middle of the night, what's the point of coming here to scare people?

Ye Sang had no choice but to walk down the stairs with bare feet, hugging her baby doll tightly, and staring at him with round eyes puzzled.

To be honest, it's quite uncomfortable for this little brat to keep silent.

It was rare for Fu Han to free his ears. He closed his eyes slightly to clear his mind at this moment, looked at the little girl again, and asked with a sneer, "Are you so relieved to stay here with me?"

"Aren't you afraid that I will sell you someday?"

Ye Sang lowered her head, and the little milk voice sounded inexplicably determined, "Uncle can't."

Fu Hanpi told her with a half smile: "Uncle will."

The little girl was white and tender, her eyes were watery, her eyelashes fluttered thickly, she looked like white cotton, and she wanted someone to bite her.

Ye Sang let out a sigh of disappointment, then pulled himself together and raised his head: "Don't you sleep, uncle?"

The little girl was quite familiar, but the man gave her a sideways glance and sneered: "You are quite courageous to talk to a bad guy like me."

He clearly knew what he had done, yet this little girl was still acting as if nothing had happened.

Ye Sang wanted to find her father, but she dared not say it in front of Fu Han. The little girl stepped on the carpet with her head bowed and her little feet, her messy hair was like a chicken coop. This made Fu Han, who had obsessive-compulsive disorder, raise his hand expressionlessly Pushed her hair down.

Children's hair is soft and fluffy, and it feels good when rubbed.

Fu Han pressed it but failed, looking at her messy hair, his brows were almost knotted.

"Uncle?" Ye Sang looked at Fu Han's series of abnormal actions inexplicably, and subconsciously stretched out his little hand to cover his little head.

She asked, "Are you trying to murder someone?"

Fu Han: "..."

The child covered his head, "This will make Sangsang look stupid."

Mom said she was the smartest kid.

Small heads are generally not easily touched by others.

Fu Han smiled coolly: "If I want to hit you, you can still stand here and talk to me."

He had already kicked this little brat who didn't know how to respect his elders into the moat.

Ye Sang's small head didn't turn around, but she nodded blankly, thinking that what he said seemed to make sense.

Fu Han held her by the back of the neck, easily picked up the little fat man, put him on his lap, and straightened her restless little body.

He said, "Don't move."

Ye Sang lowered his little head, Fu Han couldn't understand her messy hair, but he himself didn't tie the girl's head too much, and occasionally broke some of the little guy's hair.

"Uncle, you're hurting Sangsang." The little girl looked at the broken hairs in her hands with distress, and said softly, "You lost a lot of hair~"

After Fu Han tied her curly hair into two unequal braids, the obsessive-compulsive disorder relapsed.

When he was about to untie Ye Sang and retie it, the little guy had already rolled and crawled far away.

The little girl quickly hugged her doll tightly, her eyes widened and she felt that this cheap uncle was too vicious.

How could he lay hands on a child of hers.

Ye Sang's small mouth was flattened, and a pair of black and white eyes were watery looking at him, that vigilant little appearance looked cute.

Fu Han frowned, and the more he looked at her two unequal cocks, the more unpleasant they became. Before she could catch them and tie them up again, the child was already running upstairs with bare feet and a woo-wah up.

That posture was like seeing a ghost.

Fu Han: "..."

But at this time, after Ye Sang ran upstairs, Fu Yan's surprised screams followed, and she said in astonishment: "What's the matter, baby? You were beaten? No, no one dared to hit you, who dared to hit you?" It was pierced for you? My God, those who didn’t know thought it was the scene of a car accident.”

The girl knelt down and looked at Ye Sang, a tall and low little girl, and she was heartbroken. She hurriedly helped the little girl take it off, and mumbled a few words like an old mother, "It's messed up, even though I don't I know how to tie my hair, but I won’t hurt you, right? Look at it, it won’t take ten years for this skill to be done without brain congestion.”

Fu Han: "..."

After taking it off, Ye Sang's hair was messed up, and he looked even more like a little lunatic.

Fu Yan couldn't help but feel sad for a while.

The little girl was such a beautiful child when she first came here, wearing a pink and white princess dress clean and quiet, like a little angel who strayed into the world.

It is said that a child with a father is like a treasure, and a child without a father is like a grass. This sentence is still true.

Fu Yan hugged the little girl, and said affectionately: "Good boy, will my sister ask someone else to tie a beautiful little braid for you tomorrow?"

Look at the hairstyle just now, their children wouldn't be so embarrassing, could they?

The little girl nodded blankly, and the little milk said softly, "Okay."

Although she didn't quite understand what the other party was imagining, Ye Sang hugged her baby tightly, feeling that Uncle Fu Han was going to be unhappy again.

...

Christmas is here in foreign countries, and there are many Christmas gifts bought outside, made of all kinds of exquisite packaging, these are used to lull children to sleep.

It is said that Santa Claus will deliver gifts to the children's bedside.

Many parents will buy it as a gift for their children, just to have fun.

Seeing this, Fu Yan also waved her hand, and bought a bunch of gifts for the children's bedside.

However, it turns out that not all children are interested in stories. After the little girl finished unwrapping the presents from her sister, there were dolls piled up at her feet. She held one in her arms, surrounded by a pile of fluff. Dumb and cute.

Fu Yan chuckled, stretched out her hand and hooked a small red rope on the bed, she asked curiously: "Sangsang, what is this?"

The little girl replied softly, "Peace knot."

Fu Yan bent down strangely and pinched Ye Sang's face, and said with a smile, "Sang Sang's New Year's gift?"

Seeing Ye Sang nodded in a serious manner, the girl couldn't help but kissed her, "You still know how to tie a peace knot."

The little girl knows quite a lot.

Seeing the children working hard, Fu Yan wisely didn't disturb her, as the Chinese New Year was approaching and Ye Sang's birthday was coming up.

In the past few days, she has also felt that the atmosphere is getting more and more tense.

Apparently things have come to a close.

Several families were fighting, and the most innocent one was the child. When she realized that the matter was about to end, Fu Yan was more or less relieved.

Ask for a monthly ticket~ I'll see if I can formally close it at the end of the month, if not, I'll delay it for a few more days