Chapter 135: Is it the third papa?

Is the third papa in Chapter 135?
Mu Chen has never felt the trouble of a child like he does now.
His temples bulged, and he gritted his teeth every word, "Let the butler take you to the toilet."
"Now, immediately, immediately, get out of here."
...So fierce.
The little guy's black cat's pupils turned, and slowly dragged the little milk cavity to oh, then shook the dumb hair, and left without looking back.
Because he was so sleepy, he looked at his back like a little penguin, and looked strange and cute.
Mu Chen didn't bother to care about the child, closed his eyes slightly, and chose to sleep directly.

Because she was about to get up to school, Ye Sang was called by the housekeeper early the next morning. Her cat blinked and was so sleepy that she almost fell into a bowl with her head little by little.
Woo.
sleepy.
The little girl was born with powder and jade, and her curled eyelashes trembled with her small face, revealing a sense of softness.
The housekeeper was looked down upon with a soft heart.
So cute.
"How can Patriarch Huo's daughter be so behaved?" The maid next to her covered her mouth and whispered in a low voice: "I thought it was a demon king, but I didn't expect it to be a soft bun.
Looking at it, I want to go and hug her, squeeze her cheek to kiss her.
"Shhh, keep it quiet."
"Mister is here."
The person next to her pressed her voice and motioned her to shut up quickly.
Who does not know that Mr. Mu hates children most.
Discuss in front of him, isn't this looking for death?
Mu Chen originally wanted to go directly to the research institute in the morning, but when he thought of it coldly, there seemed to be a little more in the house.
It seems that the Huo family did not know from which horns and daughters they recognized.
The night was dark last night, and the fact that the light in the room was not turned on made him unable to see the girl's face.
"Child." The man's voice was clear, and when he spoke to her lightly, there was no emotion at all.
The little guy turned his head ignorantly, a pair of clear cat eyes facing Mu Chen's deep black eyes.
Immediately, Mu Chen's pupils shrank tightly. After seeing the little girl's pink face, his slightly drooping fists tightened a little.
When one year old and one small distance looked at each other, the man's eyes were covered with a bright chill.
If Huo Yao saw that Ye Sang was simply alienated and indifferent, Na Muchen would be completely disgusted.
at the same time.
Ye Sang also saw the other's face.
She held her soft face, with a slight expression, and subconsciously turned over the small cloth bag slung around her waist.
Inside the stuffed small cloth bag, the little guy lowered his head and turned over the photo.
Then she later realized that the man in the photo seemed to exactly match the uncle in front of her.
Ye Sang's small mouth opened slightly, and his black cat pupils were completely blank when he looked at him.
...The third papa?
The little girl tilted her head halfway. After thinking of the need for a paternity test to confirm the father-daughter relationship, she froze again and put her head back on the table.
She has no paternity test.
Talking nonsense will be driven out by father three as a mental illness.
Ye Sang is weak and hangs down his dull hair. It is so difficult to be a baby.
After seeing Ye Sang, Mu Chen, who had originally planned to leave, felt cold in his eyes. Recalling what happened last night, he finally understood why she felt so familiar to her.
It turned out to be Shen Chuchen's daughter.
"Is your father Huo Yao or Shen Chuchen?" His eyes were full of undisguised disgust, and his words were filled with doubts.
In the previous life, he did not remember that Huo Yao had a daughter.
So Mu Chen didn't care much when the other party said that he would send the child to him for a few days.
If he knew that the daughter in Huo Yao's mouth was Ye Sang, he would not agree to anything at that time.
However, it was too late to regret this time.
Even if Mu Chen couldn't wait to strangle the child, he could only bear it until Huo Yao came back.
Ye Sang shook his head and said, "Both are fathers."
Mu Chen: "..."
He laughed a little absurdly, his eyes were icy, and it sounded particularly ironic, "I can't tell, your father is quite a lot."
He just wanted to mock this little guy.
Unexpectedly, the other party nodded obediently, and the milk swayed his short legs, "There will be more in the future."
"..." Mu Chen was slightly choked by her divine logic, and looked away gloomily, her faint eyes narrowed.
Immediately turned around without saying a word and went to the study.
He was afraid that if he stayed any longer, he could not help strangling the girl.
Wasn't her father's own miserable enough in the previous life?
What a joke about letting oneself take care of her unexpectedly in this life.
Sooner or later, think of a way to kill this little girl.
...
Ye Sang bit the slice of bread, his cheeks bulged, and the little guy dullly said, "Uncle didn't have breakfast~"
The butler smiled awkwardly at her, completely wondering where the little girl had offended their husband.
I don't usually see his gloomy expression like this.
The butler squatted down and deliberately said with a smile: "Can the little lady go and send her husband a breakfast?"
Of course he could see that Mr.'s attitude towards this little girl was different.
To be honest, the housekeeper is still looking forward to whether the arrival of this kid will change their husband's character.
The little guy bit a steamed dumpling in his mouth and nodded obediently, "Okay~"
The voice of the little girl's milk was vague and soft.
She was wearing a pink skirt, holding the tray in her hand, swaying according to the position the housekeeper said, and walking around for a long time before she found it.
During this period, many servants watched with fear, lest the little girl could not hold her steady and fell directly to the ground.
"Uncle Uncle~" Because she couldn't get her hands free, she could only gently kick down the door with her toes.
"..." Mu Chen jumped in her temples, and she felt a headache when she heard her voice.
His door is unlocked, this little girl can come in with a push.
Therefore, Mu Chen didn't bother to pay attention to her, and dropped his long eyes faintly, staring at the project about the previous life research institute in his hand without blinking.
The last life was thoroughly used, and even death was burdened with infamy.
The man's picturesque eyebrows are faint, as elegant as a splash-ink painting.
Mu Chen didn't want to manage this project. After all, he was selfish and couldn't repay grievances with virtue.
The little guy kicked the door. Seeing that there was no movement, she bulged and pushed the door open slowly.
"Uncle..." Ye Sang poked her head in, the cat's pupils were slightly bright, and she bit a small dumpling in her mouth, she said softly, "Do you want to eat?"
Mu Chen squinted at her with an indifferent face: "Don't eat, get out."
Ye Sang was insulted for no reason, and that white tender face was still a bit dazed.
"You, you scold me." The little guy narrowed his mouth and looked unhappy.
Mu Chen sneered.
Thought.
I scolded you.
(End of this chapter)