Chapter 47: I'm going to sing at the door of your room~

Chapter 47 I'm going to sing at the door of your room~
Ye Sang was pushed forward and staggered a few steps, she slowly tilted her head, her small mouth opened slightly, and she felt that this uncle seemed very lonely.
"father……"
The little guy shook his head. After abandoning these thoughts, he slightly opened his short arms to hug Huo Yao.
The man still had a cold expression. When he saw Ye Sang's pitiful hug, he smiled coldly at the corners of his lips, "Want me to hug?"
Ye Sang lighted his head, looking serious: "Baba hug~"
Huo Yao almost laughed at her heartless little appearance.
Hold your head.
What does this little girl take him for?
The man turned around blankly, "Don't hold me, follow me."
The little guy stood on the spot with an angry voice, and said, "...cheap dad!!"
Huo Yao's back froze, and then listened to Ye Sang's gas explosion and added:
"Baba is bad."
The man was silent for a moment, standing in the same place with long eyes slanting at her, his tone was cold, like a smile, "Huh? What else?"
It was not the first day that this little girl knew about his bad things.
What's the point of saying this now?
Just listen to the little guy hugging the little milk dog in his arms, taking a step back slightly, and said with a voice of milk, "I'm going to sing at the door of your room~"
As she said, she squatted on the ground alone, turned her round black cat with her small face up, and deliberately hummed in front of him, "Little cabbage, yellow in the ground, two or three years old? Damn it."
"Father doesn't hurt, mother doesn't love, Sangsang is a cabbage in the field~"
Hearing her make up more and more vigorously, humming chirp is quite rhythmic.
Huo Yao: "..." It doesn't have to be like this.
Singing?
what.
He was afraid that he could not help but throw this little out at night.
Seeing that cheap father really hesitated to stop, Ye Sang continued to add with milk, "You don't take me away, I will go to your door every day to sing~"
Hearing the word "every day", Huo Yao's face went completely dark.
He couldn't stand it before he sang it. If he really sang it, how about it?
The man rubbed his eyebrows, stared deeply at the little dumpling in his arms, lost in thought.
Others' girls are intimate little padded jackets, he is specially sent to torture himself, right?
Ye Sangmao turned around and rubbed his face after being buried in his father's arms.
The smell of milk on the little guy's face was full, and she yelled sweetly, "Dad is so nice~"
Huo Yao: "..."
After wiping the saliva on his face with a blank expression, he walked out with his long legs holding the person.
At an angle that the little guy couldn't see, the arc of the man's lips rose slightly.
It can be seen that he is still in a good mood at this time.

I have to say that the days with the villain's father are full of surprises.
I just met Shen Chuchen, the fluctuating snake essence disease, and met the male master pot in the novel.
The little guy stunned and lay on the sofa, as if the eggplant was beaten by frost and lacking energy.
She was soft and yawning, and she wanted to sleep.
And when Grandpa Huo, who had been waiting for them at home for nearly three hours, saw that Huo Yao finally brought the people here, he looked up and down Ye Sang uneasy, and he was relieved to make sure there were no missing arms or legs.
God knows how terrified he was after learning that Huo Yao had taken the people out.
Let alone the character of his son, it would be good not to bring the baby into the ditch.
(End of this chapter)