Five Villain Daddies Are Fighting To Spoil Me

"I know that my personality is not as decisive as Huanhuan's, and I can't learn to choose when encountering big things." The girl propped her chin, tilted her head and smiled, "My dad always said that I am very greedy and want everything, what? I can't let go."

to be exact.

She actually understands the truth, but she can't do it.

After Ye Sang finished speaking, she glanced at the person in front of her, curled her lips, and asked, "Are you going?"

"If you don't go, I'll sit and wait with you."

The girl squatted down, propped her chin, and looked at him without blinking.

She was wearing a thin light blue skirt with mud spots on it, her snow-white skin was exposed to the air, her arms were tightly hugged, her lips were white, it seemed that she was too cold.

Duan Jinyan nodded, "OK."

"Let's go."

He didn't speak anymore, he lifted his foot and walked a few steps. Ye Sang was slightly relieved to follow behind him, but when he was about to follow, the man suddenly stopped.

Ye Sang was so frightened that her heart skipped a beat, thinking that this psychopath wanted to be a demon again.

The man turned around, the moonlight was bright, he set his eyes on Ye Sang, saw the girl shivering from the cold, and tilted her head slightly, only to feel that the bloodless face of the other party looked dazzlingly white.

Duan Jinyan looked at her and chuckled lightly, with an inexplicable sense of mockery.

He found out that she was really stupid.

A fool who can't even take care of himself, what else can he expect from her?

Ye Sang: "..."

She is really convinced by this group of smart people, and when they get along with each other, every disagreement is just a variety of ambiguous smiles.

how? Did this group of people expect her, a teenage girl, to see the essence of things from their sinister smiles?

Nonsence.

Neuropathy.

Just when she raised her head to ask him what he was going to do, a black coat suddenly fell on Ye Sang's head and completely covered her eyes.

The little girl was stunned, and subconsciously pulled the clothes on her head. Her little face with a little baby fat bulged, and she hugged the clothes, as if she was a little dazed.

The jacket had a bit of a clear fragrance, and there was still a bit of body temperature left, which made Ye Sang, who was already cold, unconsciously hugged a bit of his arms tightly.

"Put it on and go."

He left such a sentence and looked at Ye Sang calmly.

The little girl didn't know what it meant to be reserved, but when she saw his fluttering eyes glance over, Ye Sang hesitated for a while holding the clothes in her arms, and then put them on slowly.

She was born petite, but now it was as if she was wearing an adult's clothes, her small face was white and tender, and she looked bloodless.

"How long are we going? Can we get out before dawn?"

Ye Sang looked a little uneasy.

"Afraid?" the man asked back.

Ye Sang shook his head.

Not to be afraid.

After all, it's not necessarily her who should be afraid now.

"I'm afraid that the Duan family will push my father into a hurry, and something will happen to your uncle and the others."

Ye Sang talked to him nonchalantly, lowering her eyebrows slightly, but she was thinking of another matter in her heart.

I didn't think there was anything just now, but now that I think about it, is Jin Yan being too nice to her?

After all, for a person like Duan Gou who is indifferent by nature and doesn't do anything about human affairs, Ye Sang always feels a little weird and a little uneasy if he takes his oil bottle and throws his coat to him.

She tilted her head slightly, and couldn't help but glance at the person next to her.

The man seemed very tired, lazy and unable to lift his spirits. He raised his eyelids and glanced at her. The girl's eyes were clear, and she tilted her head to look at herself, like a little furry animal.

Duan Jinyan closed his eyes, his head was a little heavy, he didn't want to leave at all, or he was too lazy to leave.

However, there is still an oil bottle to take care of.

Duan Jinyan's mind was a little cloudy, Ye Sang saw that he was not moving, and knew that he was uncomfortable, so he didn't urge him but subconsciously wanted to return the clothes to him.

After all, this is still a sick number, and she hasn't been so indifferent yet.

Unexpectedly, just as she was about to return the clothes to him, the man stretched out his hand without warning and wrapped her in his arms.

The strength is not heavy, even extraordinarily light.

The kind that Ye Sang can break free with just a little struggle.

He closed his eyes and said in a low voice, "...Let me hug you for a while, it will be fine in a while."

It sounds very fragile.

Ye Sang had never seen him like this before, she couldn't help being stunned for a moment, but before she recovered, Duan Jinyan had already let go of her.

Just like he said, it will be fine in a while.

"..."

It was rare for the two of them to get along so peacefully, Ye Sang took a breath, she had a weird feeling just now, this dog man really liked her illusion.

It was even said that at that moment just now, Ye Sang vaguely felt that this man had a kind of neurotic dependence on her.

certainly.

It could also just be her illusion.

The moment of contact just now made the atmosphere a little awkward, but Ye Sang was the only one who didn't get used to it.

The girl raised her foot and kicked the stone in front of her. At this moment, she was not in a hurry to find the way out, just follow Duan Jinyan.

Now it was just the two of them, Ye Sang lost her usual respectful distance, and spoke unscrupulously. When she thought of Duan Huanhuan, her lips moved slightly, and it was inevitable that she felt a little chilly.

This man has always been ambitious, and he can take advantage of everyone around him.

However, not long ago, he also said that he likes Huanhuan very much.

This is what he called liking?

Ye Sang thought about it, recalled what he had done, for some reason, he only felt a chill in his bones.

"...Duan Jinyan."

The girl tried her best to suppress the coldness in her heart, she licked her lips, and couldn't help but sneered, "I used to think you just had a cold personality."

"Now that you think about it, you're crazy."

As she spoke, she paused, inevitably remembering a question she once asked him.

Who is important between her and Huanhuan?

At that time, he answered Huanhuan without thinking about it.

Think about it now.

He loves no one.

He only loves himself.

The girl seemed to have figured something out, but she didn't seem to. She looked at her fixedly, and Duan Jinyan couldn't help frowning with her eyes that were as clear as water. He then snorted softly, with a smile, " I thought you already knew that."

He has never been questioned under such circumstances, or Duan Jinyan has always known that he is crazy, but no one has ever dared to point it out.

I only heard the man laugh very lightly:

"You keep saying you don't understand me."

The man approached her, neither dodging nor dodging, his delicate and beautiful eyebrows showed a bit of hostility, the corners of his lips were slightly hooked, and he asked back like a lover whispering, "But after all these years, have you understood me?"

"I don't love anyone, what about you?"

He chuckled, "You love everyone, you can see your friends, family, and even Huanhuan."

"It's even said that even people who have met once, as long as they treat you well, you will read them."

"What's the difference between you and me?"

He smiled and said, "Who can you, Ye Sang, see?"

A sentimental, a heartless story? Hahaha don't scold me, I can't see it.

Behind the male protagonist is Sangsang licking the dog, the kind who might even lick until nothing is left.