Five Villain Daddies Are Fighting To Spoil Me

Chapter 8 Huo Yao's father

This kind of well-behaved little guy didn't hold it in the palm of his hand, and even scared people to cry.

If he had such a granddaughter, he would just want to hold all the good things in the world in front of the little guy, for fear that she would be a little wronged.

Ye Sang lighted his head, his fleshy little paw silently grabbed Grandpa Huo's hand, and said childishly, "Dad is bad..."

"No more dad..."

Grandpa Huo was cold and cold and was grabbed by those soft white hands, his eyes moved down to her tearful cat pupils, and he sighed slightly, so soft-hearted, he quickly followed the little girl’s words and said, "Well, well, we don't want Dad anymore."

To make his little girl cry, it is estimated that this father is not a good thing.

...

Huo Yao, who walked upstairs slowly, just looked around and saw no one, and then he caught a glimpse of the old man’s study, the door was half opened, and the little girl’s white figure looked like a loach. A slip of smoke got in.

The man was stunned for a moment, and then smiled without anger.

Is this girl really not afraid of death to find his old man?

Huo Yao could completely foresee the scene of the bad old man getting angry and driving the little girl out of the house.

His face was grim and expressionless.

I don't know why, as long as I think of that little guy's crying nose, Huo Yao, who has always been indifferent, wants to laugh inexplicably.

The man copied his pocket with one hand and walked toward the study with his long legs.

He didn't remember how long he hadn't set foot in the study room upstairs.

If it wasn't for pulling that little girl out, Huo Yao thought he might never want to come here in his life.

...

To be honest, even if Huo Yao was mentally prepared, the moment he opened the door, he still couldn't control his facial expressions, and the indifferent and abstinent face appeared with emotions similar to awkwardness.

This is different from the style of painting he imagined. It seems...different?

Do not.

It's more than the **** difference, it's just the opposite.

The said little girl was reprimanded and cried out of the house?

What the **** is this "father, loving and filial" style of painting?

Hearing only a sound of opening the door, the moment old man Huo was full of smiles when he saw Huo Yaodi, he became cold again.

The little guy was even more afraid to hide directly behind her grandfather. Her small mouth slumped, her eyes filled with tears like water grapes, and under Huo Yao's expressionless gaze, she abruptly suffocated the words that came to her lips. "Bad guy," the little milk said softly, "Dad, Dad."

The originally harmonious atmosphere has completely dropped to a freezing point because of Huo Yao's arrival.

Mr. Huo's tone changed slightly, "Dad?"

What dad? !

Grandpa Huo was stunned for so few seconds, and then he turned his gaze on Huo Yao in disbelief, his eyes alive as if he was looking at "family scum" and "unscrupulous descendants".

father? !

The father in this little guy's mouth turned out to be Huo Yao?

Huo Yao expressionlessly cast his gaze on Ye Sang behind Grandpa Huo, and repeated coldly: "Come here."

He looked down on this girl. In just a few minutes, he coaxed his dad as if he had been infused with ecstasy.

Ye Sang shrank back, covering the dull hair on top of his head with tears, milking voice and milky refusal: "No~"

"Uuuuu..." The golden peas in her eyes couldn't help falling down, and said, "I treat you as my father..."

"Unexpectedly you wanted to pull my hair."

Cheap dad is too much.

"what?!"

When Grandpa Huo heard the girl's grievances and complaints, his voice suddenly blasted.

"I think he dares!"

(End of this chapter)