Chapter 200: Your father sells fish

Chapter 200 Your father sells fish
Father: "..."
Song Qingwan: "..."
Selling fish...
It's better to dig coal and sell houses in front!
And, baby, you don't want to die!
Dare to say such things in front of your father!
Don't you know that your father is the smallest man? ! ! !
"Oh, so I'm a fish seller,"
I do not know how long it has been.
The indifferent and handsome man's thin lips overflowed with a cold and cold smile, his black eyes stared at the little girl tightly, squinted and sneered, and said viciously:
"I do not know how."
The delicate-looking girl was confused, she didn't notice the danger at all, scratched her head, and the sound of milk added fuel to the fire:
"Yes, Dad, why don't you know?"
Lu Junhan: "..."
Song Qingwan: "..."
After three seconds--
Not knowing what she saw, Song Qingwan's expression changed abruptly, and she bent over with a "huh"--
He picked up the little girl who was still ignorant of innocence, turned around and ran!
Say loudly while running:
"That... brat, brat, calm down! Calm down!! Don't mess around!!"
The indifferent man gritted his teeth and sneered.
He took off the luxury watch from his wrist with expressionless face, didn't even look at it, and threw it directly on the sofa, and said grimly:
"Calm down! I think she just owes it to clean up!"
"..."
The little girl was a little angry.
After being put down by Song Qingwan, she turned around, angrily akimbo, pouting her small mouth, and hummed to the man:
"People are right, Dad, why do you want to clean up me? You are a seller in the first place--"
"..."
Baby, you are such a master of adding fuel to the fire!
Song Qingwan was really about to cry now, she covered the little girl's mouth with her hand, and saw that Lu Junhan's expression became colder, and she couldn't help it for a while.
Turning his head suddenly, he saw the old man sitting on the sofa and shouted anxiously:
"Dad, dad, what are you doing in a daze, come and help! Do you still want to catch your fish?!"
Hearing the words, the old man quickly got up from the sofa, his tall body stopped in front of Lu Junhan who was cold.
Facing Shang Lu Junhan's cold black eyes, the always solemn face was slightly embarrassed.
The old man clenched his fist to his lips and coughed heavily:
"Actually, there is no high or low level of occupation, and there is nothing wrong with selling fish. You...cough, you want to start something--"
"Yes," On the other side, Song Qingwan held the girl's mouth tightly, and said quickly:
"Furthermore, and if men and women are incompatible with each other, Lili really can't fight. If you do, then it would be indecent."
"..."
"And you see, she is almost scared to cry by you..."
With a cold face, Lu Jun glanced at the upright little girl who was struggling in Song Qingwan's hands and let out a cold noncommittal cry.
He closed his eyes and took a deep breath, sneered and sat back on the sofa again.
His eyes narrowed coldly, his thin lips pressed tightly, and his face was very calm.
Yes, there is one more idiot kid.
And this is my own home.
I can't clean it up.
Song Qingwan was relieved when he saw that he didn't want to clean up Lili anymore.
However, the chief executive of the dignified Haicheng No. 1 Group turned into a street fish seller.
If you don't give a severe lesson, I am really sorry for the bad temper of that brat.
To prevent Lili from getting thunder again in the future and provoke the stinky boy again.
Song Qingwan thought about it and decided to correct it from the source.
She released her hand, knelt down, and asked the little girl softly:
"Lili, tell your aunt the truth, who on earth told you that your father sells fish?"
(End of this chapter)