Five Villain Daddies Are Fighting To Spoil Me

Zhang Wenyue's eyelids twitched slightly, and blurted out:

"Is he also moving bricks at the construction site?"

Ye Sang was stunned for a moment, doubts flashed through her cat's eyes, her childish voice was sweet, she subconsciously shook her head, and proved for her father: "He doesn't move bricks."

Only Huo Yao and Su Ye are poor.

Su's father eats instant noodles every day.

Sleep in the club every day.

No money yet.

Ye Sang can have such a wrong understanding, thanks to Su Ye's previous poor captain's character design that was too successful.

As a result, he, who is the richest man in his family, is still poor in the eyes of his daughter.

The more Zhang Wen rubbed his temples, the more he felt that the more he said the more outrageous it was?

What about Huo Yaoshen's father?

They are all messed up people.

Where can a child get so many fathers?

"..."

Zhang Wenyue sat up slightly, looked at her from the front, and said, "Little friend, do you know what your father's phone number is?"

Ye Sang shook his head blankly.

The little milk's voice stretched a little bit, "I don't know~"

Right.

A child who can't even remember the way is a ghost if he can remember the phone number.

Ye Sang bowed her head and hugged her dog silently. The other dog stuck out his tongue and licked her. The little guy blinked his cat's eyes, and the little milk said softly, "Uncle, can you send Sangsang to the door of the company?"

Her little milk voice is pitiful, with a hint of pleading.

Zhang Wen became more silent, "Yes."

The issue is……

"Which company put you in? Do you know which company?"

He himself is also a social elite, and he has heard of it more or less in domestic enterprises and companies. As long as it is not in such a remote place, Zhang Wenyue should have heard of it.

Ye Sang racked her brains to think about her father's company, then she shook her head and told the other party her name with great confidence.

This made Zhang Wenyue quiet again for a few seconds.

Huoshi?

Which Huo?

Is it the one he knows?

Zhang Wen became more uncertain, but seeing the little girl's hopeful eyes, he was silent for a few seconds, leaned back in the chair, tried his best to control his urge to hit someone, and asked with a twitch at the corner of his mouth: "Your father is in Huo's? Really?" fake?"

"Also." He paused, then asked again: "Even if your father is really in Huo's, the problem is that we can't get in."

Ye Sang thought so too.

She changed her mind, and obediently put her little face in front of her, "Then wait for Dad to get off work~"

That way you can block him.

The little guy raised his hand and patted his little head.

She is such a smart kid.

The corner of Zhang Wenyue's mouth twitched slightly.

I also know how to think differently.

Fine.

It just so happens that he is off work today, and he also has time to play around with this kid here.

Zhang Wenyue once again lamented his kindness.

It's a good thing that other people don't drop her when they encounter such a child with a missing head.

He also worked hard to help her find her father.

Zhang Wen Yue sighed, and drove the car to the location of Huo's company.

This time, it was almost noon, and Ye Sang lay down in the car and fell asleep. One person and one dog were quiet, sleeping very sweetly.

The small cloth bag was thrown into the car.

Zhang Wenyue leaned over to help her pick it up. There were some children's toys in it, which were small and delicate, and seemed to be of great value.

It's not like the kids in the town can afford it.

He bent down to help her pack her things.

When the company was about to get off work, Zhang Wenyue woke up the little girl, rubbed her messy curly hair, and said, "Uncle will take you to the company."

"What does your dad do? Where does he work? Huh?"

Ye Sang rubbed her eyes, and was slightly taken aback, her little finger pointed to the location on the top floor with a serious expression: "Here!"

"Papa's name is Huo Yao. Papa is the boss."

Zhang Wenyue: "..."

He finally understood what the little girl meant.

Her father is Mr. Huo? ? ?

The man just finds it absurd and inexplicable, a little girl from the countryside, whose real father is Huo Yao?

Then how did she run to the countryside?

Or the illegitimate daughter living outside?

Zhang Wenyue beat his heart slightly, opened the car door uncertainly, took the child's hand, and walked towards Huo's gate.

The farther away he was, the more flustered he felt.

Afraid that the little girl would lie, so she didn't dare to go upstairs, but first asked the front desk, pointed to the kid in front of her, and asked, "Can you please call Mr. Huo?"

"Just say his daughter is here."

"I've been looking for him for a long time."

daughter?

These two words brought the front desk lady back to her senses, and she cast her gaze on the kid uncertainly, and after a while, she came back to her senses and nodded slightly, "Okay."

She remembered that their president had a daughter.

As for whether it is the one in front of me, it is still to be discussed.

The lady at the front desk quickly called Huo Yao, and it was Tezhu Zhao who answered the phone, so she knew the boss was busy without even thinking about it.

Adhering to the principle of refraining from nonsense, the front desk lady spoke fluently and said, "That's right, we have a man here with a child who is said to be Mr. Huo's daughter. Would you like to see him?"

daughter?

Special Assistant Zhao was slightly stunned, then smiled politely, and said politely: "Then let them go back first."

"Boss Huo has left the company."

"Come back tomorrow."

After he finished speaking, he didn't care.

daughter?

What a joke.

The president of their family has been working overtime for the past month, apart from releasing the low pressure in the company.

Besides, didn't the little lady go home with her mother?

Where did all the liars come from at the door of the company.

The receptionist was not surprised by this result, spread his hands and said helplessly, "I'm sorry, little sister, we don't accept relatives here."

Ye Sang grabbed her clothes with her small hands, and said in a low voice, "But..."

She really is his daughter.

Reluctantly, the little guy dug out a small watch from his cloth bag, tiptoed and said, "This is from Dad."

The little girl raised her head slightly, and her pupils sparkled when she mentioned her father. No one could bear to see this little picture.

The lady at the front desk sighed, bent down and touched the little guy's head, and said warmly: "My little friend, our special assistant Zhao said that Mr. Huo doesn't accept people who recognize relatives."

"Besides, they have already left, why don't you see them tomorrow?"

Ye Sang was stunned for a moment, looking at the small watch in her hand, tears were rolling in her eyes, she sniffed, and thanked her sister politely.

He followed Zhang Wenyue and left here.

Zhang Wenyue looked at her wilted look, couldn't hold back, and said, "...you can cry if you want to."

The little girl turned her head away and pointed her head at him, "I don't cry."

She is not a little crying bag.

Zhang Wenyue: "...OK."

"You are not a crying bag."

"But you should have heard clearly, Mr. Huo doesn't see outsiders."