I Became the Villain’s Own Daughter

The minister thought that their prince loved face and did not want his child to lose to other cubs, so he forced the little prince to speak and call his father.

If this thought was heard by the attendant beside Ye Heng, the corners of his mouth would probably twitch uncontrollably.

He knew too well, why did their monarchs lose face? He was just plain and very boring, and he just wanted to hear the little prince call his father.

Furthermore, the little Highness was always lying on the table, with a silly, round face and a particularly deceiving appearance, which made people want to bully her.

In the past few days, the waiter has seen him no less than ten times, and their admiral, the little highness, has made a pitiful appearance with tears in his eyes, and today there is a tendency to intensify.

After the ministers had all stepped back, the young king grabbed and watched, waiting for the chickens to pass by, and then grabbed the little guy.

Facing the ignorant and clear eyes of the little girl, the man said, "Call Dad."

The little girl couldn't understand, so she lowered her head and pulled her feet to play.

Attendant: "..."

Yeheng frowned, "Call or not."

The little girl was completely oblivious to herself, she didn't even give her father a look, and she didn't understand what he was saying at all.

So Yeheng pinched her fat little face again.

This time, the little guy forgot to play with his feet. The little girl raised her eyes to look at him, and then pointed to the chick who was swaggering around in the hall not far away: "Ah, ah."

The man raised his eyebrows slightly, and the next moment, a fluffy chicken appeared on his big hand, the little girl's eyes lit up, and the little hand hugged his arm, "Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh.

"Call Dad,"

Ye Heng glanced at her lightly, "Otherwise I'll strangle it to death."

The chick was born in the God Realm with abundant spiritual energy. After staying here for a long time, it fully absorbed the essence of the sun and the moon. It is no longer comparable to the chickens in the mortal world.

Although it can't speak now, it can barely understand people's words. As soon as Yeheng's words fell, it was so frightened that it made several sharp and frightened roosters.

However, before calling out a few times, Ye Heng used a silence technique to silence all the noisy voices.

The little yellow chicken couldn't bark out, so he could only flutter his wings, and his dark eyes the size of mung bean looked at the little girl with hope, wanting her to save it quickly!

Otherwise it will be strangled!

The little girl thought the chick was playing games with her.

He clapped his little hands, giggled, and opened his bright red and moist little mouth, revealing the little white and tender glutinous rice teeth that had grown out of the eggshell.

It looks so cute.

Also showing a bit of stupidity.

chick:"……"

This is probably the most desperate moment among its chickens.

From what I've observed these days, it's easier to call him Dad than this guy!

"Call quickly."

Yeheng carried the chicken and slowly swayed around in front of the little girl, "I called my father, and I will give you this chicken."

The little girl thought that her father was going to give her the chicken, and her eyes suddenly brightened. She stretched out her little hand and wanted to catch the chicken, but it was empty.

Yeheng lowered his eyes and repeated patiently, "Call me Dad."

The little girl looked at the chick that was a little far away from her, and said anxiously, "Ah."

"Call Dad." Yeheng said.

"Ah ah ah."

When the waiter saw this, he couldn't help but say, "Your Majesty, I think your little highness looks like this, I'm afraid I don't understand you at all."

Yeheng glanced at him, didn't say much, then lowered his eyes and stared at the little girl: "Read with me. Dad."

The little girl tilted her head in confusion.

"You can't even read it?" Yeheng frowned, pinched her small face in disgust, and opened her thin lips: "You're stupid."

This time the little girl understood, and puffed her face angrily.

Yeheng raised her eyebrows with a "tsk", and pinched her again: "Why, you can understand it right away when I scold you. If you call your father, you will just pretend to be stupid for me, right?"

The little girl still didn't understand, but when she saw her father slap her in the face again, she turned around sullenly and faced him with her butt.

In this way, her face was saved, but her ass was pinched.

Little girl: "..."

Yeheng frowned, staring at his fingers thoughtfully: "Why is this cub's ass as fat as his face?"

The waiter was ashamed: "Your Majesty, this cub is basically like this. It will be fine when he grows up and grows up."

But it feels okay.

Soft.

Yeheng couldn't hold back, and pinched again, but the usually indifferent tone was somewhat disgusting: "I'm full of flesh, fat, and I don't know who it looks like."

Attendant: "..."

The little girl turned back angrily, clenched her fists tightly, and shouted, "Ahhhhh."

Dad, don't spank me. Stock!

Yeheng raised her eyebrows: "Why, you are still not convinced that you are fat?"

Little girl: "Ah ah ah ah."

Dad, if you hit others again, they will be angry!

Ye Heng snorted, thinking that the cubs are really troublesome, and said, "I didn't hear that cubs are like this? Why are you so excited? After a few years, you won't be fat when you grow up."

Little girl: "Ah ah ah ah."

People are terribly angry!

Ye Heng raised her big hand and rubbed the little girl's head. There was a rare, even strange relief on her face, which had never been emotionally ups and downs.

He said lightly: "Well, if you can understand it."

Attendant: "..."

The waiter looked at their terrifying lord, and at the little highness who didn't know what "ah" was, and always felt that the father and daughter did not seem to be on the same channel.

Chicken and duck talk, but that's it.

However, when it comes to chicken, the waiter looked at it and saw that the chicken just now was no longer on the desk, and his heart skipped a beat.

He quickly searched the entire hall again.

Fortunately, it wasn't long before the little yellow chicken ran far. The waiter went over, caught the little yellow chicken who was trying to sneak out, and brought it back.

When he didn't know where to put it, the little girl on the desk happily extended two small hands to him, to be precise, to the little yellow chicken in his hand:

"Ah ah ah."

"Ah for what."

Yeheng flicked her forehead with her fingers and glanced at her: "Call me Dad."

Little girl: "Ah ah ah."

Yeheng's eyes signaled the waiter to take a few steps back with the chicken, and then began to teach: "Dad."

Little girl: "Ah."

Yeheng: "Dad."

Little girl: "Ah."

Yeheng: "Dad."

The little girl sat on the table, raised her head, and studied very seriously: "Ah."

Attendant: "..."

It seemed to sense some kind of overwhelming and extremely dangerous low pressure.

The waiter carried the chicken and silently took a few steps back.

And the little yellow chicken who fluttered his wings in his hand, struggled desperately, and said, "You troll, let go of me" was completely quiet as a chicken.