Five Villain Daddies Are Fighting To Spoil Me

For those who didn't know about this battle, they thought it was some kind of feudal superstition crime scene.

Regarding Shen Chuchen's suggestion on how to do it, Su Ye nodded frantically beside him, "Yes, yes, do a method, if it really doesn't work, draw a talisman to keep you safe."

"..."

Muchen felt that this group of people were crazy.

They don't know whether Xiaoyan is reliable or not, but if you don't understand what happened today, you won't be able to sleep at night.

The people in the hotel didn't care, Xiaoyan alone couldn't make such an unreliable dancing master there.

Ye Sang wobbled like a tumbler, wanting to sleep, but didn't dare to sleep.

Su Ye rested his chin on his daughter's hair and yawned lazily, feeling extremely sleepy.

"Don't let me catch that little brat."

He murmured.

Otherwise, today's business is not over.

...

The second half of the night passed without incident, and just when everyone was relieved and thought they could go to sleep, there was another gentle knock on the door.

Little by little is extremely regular.

It sounded like my scalp was going to explode.

"Go. Go and open the door, hurry up." Xia Xia was decisive.

He didn't dare to command any of the people present, so he had to kick Xiaoyan's foot.

"Don't you know how to ward off evil spirits? Come on." He urged.

Xiaoyan swallowed, he was not afraid of these unnecessary things, but thanks to the TV series, he was afraid what if there were some murderers behind this door?

Didn't I just give away the head in the past?

Several professional team members dragged their feet and none dared to go up. Su Ye was disturbed by the noise. He rubbed his hair, glanced at Shen Chuchen and others who were already asleep, and sighed melancholy.

They slept soundly, but he couldn't sleep.

After all, he and Xiaoye Sang had slept for several hours before this, and now they were woken up, and it might not be easy to fall asleep.

Su Ye was worried that people would run away, and they would not be peaceful in the middle of the night, so he put the little girl in his arms down, pressed Ye Sang's small mouth, and said in a low voice, "Hush."

"Keep your voice down."

Ye Sang blinked her black and white eyes, and nodded obediently.

She didn't speak, and followed Su Ye step by step.

The man opened the door quickly with quick eyes and hands. He was fast, and the man was not slow. He ran almost subconsciously. There were only two residents on the first floor, and almost everyone had been harassed.

No one knows which team member did it.

They all suspected each other.

Generally speaking, people at this point in time have already fallen asleep, and the person who did it probably didn't expect that someone would be able to kill the carbine.

After all, for the professional team members, they are already asleep at this point.

Su Ye chased after him in three steps at a time. He had long legs, and his speed would not be much slower than that of a little boy. He grabbed the opponent by the back of the neck and carried him back.

"Little brat, do you really think we can't catch you?" He sneered slightly.

I just feel that this kid is really not ordinary naive.

The means of harassment are more advanced, such as setting an alarm clock at the door, and he will not be able to catch anyone when the time comes.

This kind of harassing method used to be endless in those professional teams, and Su Ye was used to it.

He narrowed his phoenix eyes, grabbed the little boy, and the corner of his mouth twitched slightly after seeing the yellow hair with hot eyes.

Feelings, is this still a family funeral?

Su Ye casually grabbed the little boy by the back of the neck, dragged him back into the room, and then locked the door behind his back.

This attitude of killing people frightened the child.

"Let go of me." He struggled desperately, Lao Gao pouted, "Spicy Chicken Su Ye."

Su Ye: "..."

hiss.

He probably didn't expect this kid to know him, so he kicked the opponent, "Tell me, what's the purpose of staying up late at night to torment those professional teams?"

"Want to murder them?"

The little boy got anxious and shouted, "I don't have one."

"Su Ye, you have the ability to let me go."

Ye Sang, lying on the cushion beside her, tilted her head, with a dazed little expression, and her voice softened, puzzled: "Dad~"

Su Ye hummed, took a look at his daughter, and explained: "Sangsang goes to sleep in the house, or I will be sleepy tomorrow."

He wants to let this brat know what the sky is high and the earth is thick today.

The little guy rubbed her eyes, her voice was soft and childish, it sounded like she wanted to hold her in her arms and rub her, "But..."

"People can't sleep anymore."

If the little guy can't sleep, it means that he will play until late today.

Su Ye couldn't help but get a headache. He still knows the character of his daughter. She likes to join in the fun and chatters endlessly. If she doesn't put her to sleep tonight, no one will be quiet.

The little boy was slightly stunned, and couldn't help but look at Ye Sang, who was lying on the ground obediently, wishing to shake his head and tail.

Her skin was snow-white, like a porcelain doll, her eyelashes curled up and drooped, and her pupils were sparkling.

Adorable foul.

"She, is she your daughter?" The little boy was shocked.

Su Ye could hear the disbelief in his tone, sneered, and asked, "How do you talk?"

"She is not my daughter, but can she be your daughter?"

Unexpectedly, as soon as these words were said, the little boy retorted without thinking: "How is that possible."

"Are you worthy?"

Su Ye rubbed his temples, suppressed his anger, and moved his legs to kick this little brat out of the door, away from his daughter.

Fortunately, Xia Xia rushed over and hugged his thigh, and said brokenly: "Wait, brother!! Calm down!!"

"You might as well ask him first, what exactly is he trying to do to harass the professional team in the middle of the night."

The little guy was also stunned for a while, and hurriedly hugged her father's thigh, her mouth was pouted, her eyes were round, and her voice was milky, "Papa hug."

Su Ye ignored her, bent down and pushed the little girl's head, and said, "Isn't it because I can't sleep? Go to the side, Dad is busy cleaning up this brat."

Ye Sang, who was rejected, reluctantly let go of her small arms, hugged Shen Chuchen's thighs again after a while, and said in a childish voice, "Then he's going to find someone's father to play with."

As soon as these words came out, the little boy was dumbfounded on the spot.

His eyes widened, he pointed at Su Ye, and at Shen Chuchen who was lying on the sofa next to Huo Yao in a daze, and he couldn't speak very fluently, "You, you, you got green?"

Why does this little sister still recognize someone else as her father?

Su Ye: "..."

He slapped the child on the head: "How do you talk?"

Who is green?

Song Nan patted her head, and said aggrievedly, "Then, why did she call him Dad?"

Mentioning this, the corners of Su Ye's mouth twitched, and each word seemed to be squeezed out from between his teeth: "He belongs to the next door."

Song Nan was stunned when he heard the words: "Being your next door old king?"

Su Ye: "..."

He ground his teeth, tapped his jaw lightly with his fingertips, and said with a smile, "How did you recognize me?"