Chapter 162: Throw back to her own turf

Chapter 162 throws back to her own territory
He had to come in person.
Who knows, as soon as I entered the door, I heard Song Qingwan's nonsense, and my irritable temper came up on the spot:
"What to push? What can I put off! Such a big person, without any discipline at all! Go there today when school starts, otherwise, what about you let other kids go to kindergarten?"
Song Qingwan knew that she was too whimsical, and she knew that sooner or later she would let the little girl go alone.
But in the past few days, she could see the little girl every day, and she could always hear the little girl calling her aunt with that sweet little milk voice.
I've long been used to the little girl by my side.
When I think about it, I will rarely hear that aunt in the future, and I rarely see the cute appearance of the little girl, and her heart is bleeding.
"Moreover!"
The old man leaned on a cane, raised his chin, and snorted coldly:
"What kind of car does this girl need to take to the kindergarten, what bodyguards to take, which way will be safer, and the fastest way to the kindergarten, I have arranged these one by one, and I guarantee that nothing will happen on the way there. If she doesn't go today, wouldn't it be a waste of my efforts!"
Song Qingwan: "..."
I think you have only the latter sentence to be the truth.
"Where is that kid Lu Junhan?"
The old man looked around in the living room and frowned slightly.
"His daughter goes to school such a big thing, he won't be up until now, right?"
No one was seen in the living room, and the old man made a call to Lu Junhan directly with a face full of dread. One of the calls was hung up, and he continued the call, at the same time gloomy.
"I knew he couldn't count on this person. See how much this is. He hasn't gotten up yet—"
"Are you all blind?"
Suddenly, a drowsy and apathetic voice came from upstairs:
"Kindergarten starts at 9 o'clock, and it's only half-past six now. Why go to kindergarten so early? Go to help aunt sweep the floor? Are you sure you really have brains?"
These extremely indifferent remarks are merciless, and every word is venomous!
Sure enough, men who are angry about getting up can't provoke them.
Song Qingwan: "..."
Father: "..."
In front of the floor-to-ceiling mirror, the same sleepy little girl saw him upstairs, her dark eyes lit up, she raised her head and said with joy:
"Dad, are you awake?"
The third floor.
Wearing black pajamas, the man with his face full of indifference and impatience coldly pulled his thin lips, clasped his arms, looked down at the little girl condescendingly, gritted his teeth and sneered:
"Yeah, I woke up, and speaking of it, it is thanks to you!"
At six o'clock in the morning, the little girl made a note of what her aunt told her yesterday that she wanted to get up at six o'clock to go to school.
So, after getting up at six o'clock, he began to shake his father who was still sleeping next to him desperately.
Lu Junhan frowned slightly, without even opening his eyes, he habitually stretched out his hand and grabbed it, and then threw it in a certain direction.
She threw the little girl back to her own turf in a straightforward manner.
After being thrown back so many times, the little girl knew that pushing her father like this would not work, and then started the remote Lu Li-style chanting:
"Dad, get up! It's six o'clock! It's six o'clock already! Auntie told me yesterday that Lili will be late for school if she doesn't get up at six o'clock, and Lili will not go to school if she is late. Now it is six o'clock. It's very much, Dad, get up, get up quickly, get up quickly and send Lili to school! Lili will really be late..."
Lu Junhan closed his eyes, his brows were deep, and he fumbled a few times aside with a grumpy face, but he didn't touch the little girl who came close.
Annoyed by those words again, he opened his black eyes full of violence and impatience directly from the bed.
(End of this chapter)