Chapter 47: Father's Eccentricity (1)

Chapter 47 The Old Man's Eccentricity (1)
Finally, the man did not forget to pull his sharp thin lips, leaned on the seat, and gave a mocking "Oh".
Just one word, full of sarcasm.
Lu Li: "..."
Fortunately, Song Qingwan was not in the same car with them. Otherwise, seeing Lu Junhan's improper scene, I am afraid that he would have the heart to kill him!
...
Song Qingwan's car arrived at the old house one step ahead of them.
The land area of ​​the Lu family’s old house is particularly large.
The villa is located in the eastern suburbs of the city, with European aristocratic style. From a distance, it looks like a royal palace.
A large area is surrounded by lawns, and there are many artificial lakes in the yard, all made by the old man.
Song Qingwan and her assistant were already waiting for them in the yard when they got out of the car when they were one young and one young.
Song Qingwan's face is indeed pale at the moment, without the slightest blood, but the makeup is very gorgeous.
She was wearing a long black gauze dress with the hem of the skirt up to the ankles, standing there erect, like a tall goddess, she couldn't tell that she was over forty years old now.
When the two came over, Song Qingwan glanced at them.
Lu Junhan's extremely handsome face was as cold as ever, with no expression. In contrast, the little girl looked a little depressed.
Song Qingwan was stunned. She bent down and touched the little girl's head with her hand. The voice that had always been cold but gentle at the moment:
"Why look unhappy? Did someone bully you? Tell your aunt! Aunty will help you beat him!"
The little girl was holding a big bag of toffee in her arms, her blushing little fat face was bulging, as if she was holding something. Upon hearing her words, her white tender little hand "swish" and pointed to the man next to her. I opened my mouth and my mouth was full of milk candies:
"Dad won't give me candy," she clenched angrily and began to complain: "He still called me a pig!"
Lu Junhan: "???"
really.
Song Qingwan's eyes changed in an instant, she looked at Lu Junhan with an unhappy expression, and said coldly:
"You are too much! Lili is your daughter anyway, how can you scold her like this? Isn't scolding her just scolding yourself!"
Lu Junhan: "..."
This little petitioner, wait for him!
After that, Song Qingwan immediately changed her face again, and softly bowed her head to coax the little girl: "It's okay, it's okay. Even if we are a pig, Lili is the most beautiful piglet!"
The little girl was really happy again, her black eyes were shiny, and then she grabbed a large amount of candy from the bag and gave Song Qingwan a crisp voice:
"Auntie, eat Tangtang!"
Song Qingwan looked at her cute and caring little appearance, and her heart was in a mess, "Well, auntie eat, auntie will eat it when she goes back."
After speaking, he put the toffee into his pocket.
Little Lori was even happier seeing that she had accepted it. She had forgotten what she had done earlier, and grabbed a lot of them, eager to share, giving her dad a delicate face with a tender face upturned:
"Daddy, eat Tangtang! This Tangtang is delicious!"
"Don't eat."
The man didn't look at it, turned his head indifferently, and refused very simply.
He never liked to eat such sweet panic.
"Dad..." The little girl's mood was obviously lowered. She lowered her long eyelashes and said dullly, "This is really delicious, I won't lie to you..."
She has eaten several of them.
"Is it really delicious..."
The little girl was talking, her eyes were red, the little milk choked with a little bit of voice, and her jet-black eyes were watery: "...Dad, don't you like me?"
"……No."
"You don't even eat my candy!" Little Lolita burst into tears: "You just don't like me! You dislike others, woo~"
The man frowned, his expression cold: "Shut up! Try crying again!"
"Woo~"
"..."
The little girl raised her hand and rubbed her eyes: "Wow~"
"..."
"Woo-"
"Shut up! Give me sugar!"
...
In the living room, the old man is already sitting there.
The old man is nearly eighty years old. He was training in the army when he was young, and he did not forget to exercise every moment when he was old. Now his body is very strong and he is not old.
He was sitting on the sofa with a straight back, his temples were white, and his old face was full of cold-blooded and rigid seriousness.
(End of this chapter)