Five Villain Daddies Are Fighting To Spoil Me

The little girl swayed her short legs slowly, sitting on the small bench and obediently waiting for the cake to be baked.

She remembers the birthdays of the papas~

Grandpa said it many times before.

Ye Sang dragged her soft face, her short legs swayed under her curled eyelashes, and Bulling Bulling's cat eyes blinked.

"Sangsang is sleepy..." She looked up at the cake in the oven and muttered in a low voice.

"Miss Sangsang, let's go to sleep first." Butler Mu rubbed her head, seeing the little guy's appearance of wanting to sleep but not daring to sleep, his heart filled with deep love, "I'll help you look after it .”

The little girl was really sensible when she was sensible. She shook her head and cheered up, "Sangsang is not sleepy."

She opened her small round cat eyes, staring at the oven without blinking, her well-behaved appearance almost melted her heart.

It's already very late now, the little guy pouted his mouth and rubbed his eyes, his well-behaved appearance made Butler Mu feel so soft-hearted.

Look at what a good kid he is.

Why does their husband dislike him so much?

Mu Chen yawned. Seeing that the little bastard was still guarding there, he propped his head lazily, and said leisurely, "How long will you wait?"

He couldn't understand why the kid was so obsessed with this cake.

The little girl dimpled slightly, tilted her head, and looked at Mu Chen.

"Uncle~" She blinked her cat eyes and said softly, "Are you going to celebrate your birthday?"

"Sangsang will sing you a birthday song, okay?" The little guy raised his face, his cat's eyes were clear, full of childish softness.

Mu Chen was taken aback by her sudden turn of events, and then couldn't help laughing, "Do you know when my birthday is?"

Honestly.

If the little guy doesn't remind him, he will really forget that there is such a thing as birthdays in the world.

Ye Sang swayed her short legs, staring at him with clear cat eyes.

After a while, under Mu Chen's inexplicable gaze, the little guy leaned forward, pressed his small body over, and said softly, "Happy birthday."

"Papa~"

The last two words, the small milk cavity is extremely crisp.

Mu Chen's pupils tightened slightly, his long fingers stiffened, and he was caught off guard.

The man could only subconsciously hug the little guy in his arms to prevent her from falling.

Ye Sang's small milk cavity was clear word by word, and she approached her seriously: "Happy birthday."

Mu Chen's fingertips paused slightly, and saw the little guy slipping down from his arms like a loach.

"The cake is ready." Her cat eyes lit up, and Nai Hu Hu opened her mouth and turned around, wanting to touch the oven.

Mu Chen's breathing stopped slightly, and he dragged him back without thinking, his voice sank slightly: "Don't move around."

"I'll get it."

Can the oven be moved around casually?

Does this kid have common sense?

It turns out.

Really not.

The little guy watched eagerly as he took out the cake, his cat's eyes blinked, and he stared at Mu Chen with a bit of clarity and tenderness without blinking.

"Happy birthday."

Mu Chen paused slightly, listening to her repeated words, and then glanced at the cake on the table, he vaguely understood something.

It turns out that children are not self-willed and want everything they see.

The man's fingertips moved a little stiffly. When she obediently finished this sentence, her chest was filled with sourness and complexity.

"How do you know?" After a while, he opened his mouth, and his voice was unexpectedly soft.

The little guy raised his face and tilted his head halfway, "Grandpa said so."

Then she remembered it for a long time.

Mu Chen was slightly taken aback, his brows and eyes drooping slightly.

It was rare that there was no rebuttal to her words.

The little guy leaned into his arms obediently, pointed at the cake on the table, and dragged his eyes eagerly, "I want to eat it."

"..." Mu Chen, "Are you sure you can eat it?"

He was moved, but he didn't really want to try this suffocating cake.

Ye Sang thought for a while, "I told you before, birthday is a ritual."

"Eat, eat~" She rubbed her little head against the other's palm. She was dressed like a little milk cat, but this behavior was more like a little milk cat.

Mu Chen: "..."

From whom did this little bastard learn to act like a baby?

Arching like a puppy.

The man pushed her head away from her, squeezed her chubby face, and narrowed his eyes. After a while, he chuckled softly and muttered to himself, "No one has ever celebrated my birthday for me."

He didn't experience it when his parents were still there when he was a child.

What he didn't expect was that the first person to celebrate his birthday with him turned out to be the daughter of his deadly enemy in his previous life.

Mu Chen lowered his eyes and pinched her small face.

Honestly.

It feels pretty good.

"Wow..." The little guy pursed his mouth, "I, I will spend time with you in the future."

Let go! !

Can a five-year-old baby's face be pinched casually?

Before the little girl exploded, Mu Chen put it away as soon as he saw it, and slowly put his hand down with a chuckle.

He hugged the soft little guy in his arms, resting his chin lightly on the top of her hair, a smile flashed in his eyes, but his tone was as distant and indifferent as before, "... who wants you."

The little girl feels really good in the hand.

Mu Chen glanced at the sky, and then at the limp little girl nestled in his arms, her moist eyes were slightly curved, with an imperceptible tenderness.

"Drinking? Huh?" He poked her face and smiled, feeling pretty good.

No wonder a group of people want to pinch.

Ye Sang's little face wrinkled from being poked, she shook her head unhappily, and her little milk cavity was obviously at a loss, "...what is wine."

Mu Chen continued to smile and asked, "Drink?"

Children are curious about all new things.

Hearing his question, Ye Sang immediately nodded her head, "Drink~"

The man smiled slightly, rubbed the top of her soft hair, put the little guy down, and went to get two bottles of not-so-high-alcohol red wine by himself.

When the wine cork was opened, a mellow aroma spread, and the little girl who had never been in contact with "wine" shook her head, feeling a little dizzy just smelling it.

She twitched her little mouth, looking at the man who poured it for her, the little girl raised her face and said in a childish voice, "Uncle."

She also wants to drink...

Mu Chen looked down at the little guy, smiled softly, shook the red wine in his hand, and handed it to Ye Sang.

"Are you sure you want to drink?"

Ye Sang nodded brightly, tentatively rubbed her little head over, and stuck out her little tongue to lick it.

Mu Chen raised his eyes and saw this scene, thinking blankly.

——More like a puppy.

Ye Sang licked it several times in a row, she flattened her small mouth, and after slowly savoring it, she only felt a bitter taste spreading.

She pursed her mouth in a daze, her cat eyes widened slightly, "...Uncle~"

"Your wine is not as good as my chicken coop..."