Chapter 432: Dads cook

Chapter 432 Dads cook
Huo Yao's anger disappeared a bit, and the end of her eyes slanted at the moment, she cast a sharp glance, sneered: "Why doesn't it count? Did I promise not to beat you?"
Ye Sang was even more shocked.
"But, but, you have taken Sangsang's doll." The little girl was clutching her small butt, her cat eyes staring wide, as if accusing him of breaking promise.
In her concept.
Taking her doll and hitting herself is a liar.
The movement of Huo Yao carrying her back to the room was not uncommon, and the sleeping brothers and sisters were also awakened.
The bedroom in the villa is divided into several rooms. Shen Yao and Ye Sang are going to bed and the other is getting out of bed. The boy is on the other side with a wall.
At this moment, Shen Yao rubbed her eyes in a daze, her long hair spread out, her hair was disheveled, and her small face was rubbed. She was a little confused when she saw the sister who was pressed by Huo Yao on her leg.
"Uncle, uncle..." The little girl was taken aback for a moment, and couldn't help but look at her sister.
Tell her instinct.
This little guy got into trouble again.
Huo Yao caught his daughter from the bar at night. If he was not angry, it must be a fake. He threw Ye Sang to the small desk and said with a sneer: "Sit down."
The little girl lowered her head when she was wronged, so she could only sit down slowly.
Huo Yao ignored her pitiful expression. He looked at her, lowered his head and tapped on the table with his fingertips, and said coldly: "Write."
Ye Sang: "???"
The little girl's eyes were confused, "Writing, what are you writing?"
She just rebelled.
Why do you treat her a five-year-old baby this way.
Huo Yao was angry when he saw her innocent little expression. He lowered his eyes expressionlessly, and said coldly: "The review book."
"Ten thousand words."
Ye Sang: "..."
Shen Yao: "..."
What kind of civil suffering is this.
"People, people just rebelled for a short time." The little guy adjusted his sitting posture, and finally realized the terrible daddy.
What is the concept of ten thousand words?
The child who is not good at math shook his body, only feeling that the future was dim.
Seeing Ye Sang's little reluctant expression, Huo Yao added: "If you can't finish writing ten thousand, you will stand and count the sheep tonight."
The little girl had just drunk the fruit wine, and now her head is still not sober, she pouted, holding the pen, writing a review book blankly.
Huo Yao didn't stare at her either. Seeing Ye Sang finally got down, he stepped away and walked downstairs.
Seeing this, the brothers and sisters in the room quickly slipped out of the room and bed.
"Ten thousand words, are you so frantic?" No. 1 player Shen Yao was stunned.
No. 2 player Ye Niannian said in a daze, "...Is this still a human?"
"I want to write down to the year of the monkey." Su Ruirui also murmured.
Words that Ye Sang could not write were replaced with pinyin, her fonts were very beautiful, and the small look with her head down was pitiful and pitiful.
Huo Chenyu glanced at the others, and then thought about the ten thousand review, even if he could not finish it the next day.
"It really doesn't work, let's write something for you?" He hesitated to make suggestions.
One sentence per person, are you afraid of not finishing it?
Ok.
I really can't finish it.
Huo Chenyu's unreliable suggestion was rejected by a group of people. Ye Sang could only maintain his last stubbornness, leaning against the wall in a daze, dragging the little milk to count the sheep softly.
"One sheep, two sheep..."
Soft and waxy voice.
Hypnotize the brothers and sisters who are with her.
Shen Yao shook his head and said with loyalty: "Sangsang, don't worry, we will accompany you to count the sheep."
Saying that she kicked her brother who was going to sleep on the table, and asked: "Is it?"
Shen Yanan buried his face in his arms and let out a soft cry.
When the little girl counted a hundred sheep, she couldn't resist her drowsiness. She lay down on the ground in a daze, with her small mouth curled slightly, sleeping soundly.
Huo Yao, who came up from downstairs, quietly opened the door.
Seeing the children lying on the table and sleeping on the floor in the room, he rubbed his temples, and finally sighed helplessly, bent over and picked up the little guy on the ground and put it on the small bed.
Then he patiently put the other children sleeping on the desk back to the original bed.
After doing all this, Huo Yao stretched his eyebrows for a few minutes. He rubbed Ye Sang's small head and said gently:
"good night."
...
As the Mid-Autumn Festival approached, Fu Yan and Fu Han returned to Country M. This made a group of people more or less relieved. Whether it was Ye Si or others, no matter how harmless Fu Han appeared, no one could relax him. alert.
Now that the other party is gone, everyone is happy.
A room in the kitchen was lively and lively. A few children outside the door Ye Niannian were playing with mud, while Shen Yao was sitting on a small bench, stubbornly holding Ye Sang's little hands that he wanted to play with dough.
"Don't go." The little girl glared at her.
Ye Sang's eyes were shining: "Playing with faces."
Shen Yao: "..." Play a fart.
"No play, when Uncle Gu saw that, believe it or not he beat you up?"
Ye Sang naturally didn't believe it. She eagerly wanted to make dough, but she was dragged by Shen Yao, and finally Ye Si stepped forward to relieve her, hugged the small dumpling, rubbed her little curly hair, and smiled. : "Gu Sheng sent a good noodle in the morning, if you give it to me now, believe it or not he hangs you up?"
The little girl thought about the possibility, lying in her mother's arms, still a little unwilling to give up.
Ye Si chuckled.
Rubbing the little girl's slightly curled hair, said: "Okay, do you want to buy some moon cakes with Mu Chen?"
Ye Sang's eyes rolled, Xiao Da Mao tangled.
She wants to play noodles.
But mother wouldn't let her play.
You may even be beaten up after playing.
In the end the little girl reluctantly followed Mu Chen out to buy mooncakes.
In the room, he was touching the table with a pen, and looking through the records and medical records, Mu Chen heard the movement of the door opening, but did not lift his eyelids.
The little girl walked on her short legs, like a furry cub, with bright eyes, and the little milk started to preach, "Ma Ma will not let me play noodles."
"I want Baba to go out to buy mooncakes."
Mu Chen: "..."
He turned the expensive pen on his fingertips, pointed at himself slowly, smiled and asked, "Do you think your father is very idle?"
Mu Chen saw the girl's head lowered, took a deep breath in his heart, pointed to a gift box next to it, and said, "I have someone else here."
"No need to go out and buy."
As for who sent it?
He forgot.
There are so many people who want to have a relationship with Mu Chen, most of the gifts they give are in the research institute, but since they are gifts, the things in there are definitely not cheap.
Before the little girl's eyes brightened to get the mooncakes, Mu Chen had already pulled her back, lowered her eyelids and said, "Why are you going?"
The man's voice at this time to Ye Sang was no less than the devil's whisper:
"Come here and write your homework."
(End of this chapter)