National School Prince Is A Girl

"Dad."

This is the first voice someone called.

Seeing the man on the sofa with a comic book on his face ignored her.

Someone ran over, set up, and opened the comic book: "Mr. Bo, I need to tell you something."

"What is it?" The man yawned and lazy, not like he was already a father: "Which glass you broke, or which child was bullied and cried, Xiao Xiaojiu Children's shoes, I have said it many times, and I have to be serious. I remember that you should be standing in front of the window and thinking about it now."

"I was thinking about it." Thin nine faces a serious face: "The soul was later ran away."

The man snorted, his handsome face, with black hair, gave a feeling of innocence: "I believe in your evil."

"Dad, I think we should talk about it." Thin nine big eyes, the tiger's tail was swept away.

The man caresslessly squats: "Thank you very much, you finally have the consciousness to talk to me well, what are you talking about, talking about the children you have played since you moved in."

"They are all older than me, I am three years old, not a child, I am a child." Thin nine touched her cat's ear: "Speaking a bit shy."

The man lay back, slender long legs: "Shy? You? Baby, you don't have this word at all, say, what do you want to do."

Thin nine thought about it, first ran to the side, then ran back and held a piggy bank in his hand: "I want to buy something."

"Buy this little thing, do you still run to tell me?" The man stood up and touched his daughter's piggy bank with his fingers: "Jiu Ye, there seems to be a black card that I sent you."

When was his daughter so lavish?

Thin nine face is serious: "Things are expensive."

Although it is not clear how much the value is.

But watching it is quite expensive.

Thinking of this, Boji looked at the next door. It was a pity that after the little princess entered, he never came out again.

The man heard the words, smiled at the corner of his mouth, probably long and handsome, and brought a kind of evil, even if he was wearing a white shirt, it still gave a beautiful impact: "You ask your mother to go, I don't want to be the owner of the money at home, don't forget, my current status is a soft meal."

The little thin nine sometimes admire her dad, in front of her mother, like a little milk dog.

When her mother is not there.

In the next second, it will be like a person.

Her dad said that this is a small secret between the two of them, can not tell her mother.

Mothers earn money to support their families, they are responsible for selling Meng.

Xiaohuajiu has no opinions.

Anyway, her dad is an adult, and she can sell her.

She is a five-year-old child, wearing a tiger pajamas is nothing.

"When is my mother coming back today?" When asked by Bo Jiu, he poked his face and was a little itchy.

Her dad has never brought a child, and she heard the question from her daughter. A handsome face is quite resentful: "At 11 o'clock in the evening, let us cook for ourselves, come, Jiye, guess a fist, who lost who? How about cooking instant noodles?"

"Don't guess." Thin nine holding a wallet: "I am still addicted to beauty and can't extricate myself. I don't feel like cooking."

The man is puzzled, what is this beauty?