I Became the Villain’s Own Daughter

At the end, the man did not forget to pull his sharp thin lips, leaned on the seat, and made a mocking "ha".

Just one word, full of sarcasm.

Lu Li: "..."

Fortunately, Song Qingwan was not in the same car with them, otherwise, seeing Lu Junhan's inhumane scene, I'm afraid he would have the heart to kill him!

...

Song Qingwan's car arrived at the old house one step ahead of them.

The old house of the Lu family occupies a particularly large area.

The villa is located in the eastern suburbs of the city, with European-style aristocratic style. From a distance, it is as resplendent as a palace.

A large area is surrounded by lawns, and there are many artificial lakes in the yard, which are all created by the old man.

Song Qingwan and her assistant were already waiting for them in the yard when one day and one child got out of the car.

Song Qingwan's face was indeed very pale at the moment, without the slightest bit of blood, but her makeup was bright.

Wearing a long black gauze skirt, the skirt reaches to the ankle, standing there straight, like a high goddess, she can't tell that she is in her forties now.

When the two came over, Song Qingwan glanced at them.

Lu Junhan's extremely handsome face was as cold and expressionless as ever. In comparison, the little girl looked a little gloomy.

Song Qingwan was stunned for a moment. She bent down and touched the little girl's head with her hand, but her normally cold voice was very gentle now:

"Why do you look unhappy? Did someone bully you? Tell your aunt! Aunt help you beat him!"

The little girl was holding a large bag of toffee in her arms, and her blushing little fat face was bulging, as if she was holding something. When she heard this, Bai Nennen's little hand gave a "swoosh" and pointed at the man next to her. Open, the mouth is full of the milky taste of toffee:

"Dad won't give me candy," she angrily clenched her fists and began to complain: "He even called me a pig!"

Lu Junhan: "???"

really.

Song Qingwan's eyes changed instantly, she looked at Lu Junhan with an unhappy expression, and said coldly:

"You're going too far! Lili is your daughter anyway, how can you scold her like this? Isn't scold her scolding yourself!"

Lu Junhan: "..."

This little whistleblower, wait for him!

After speaking, Song Qingwan immediately changed her face again, and lowered her head gently to coax the little girl: "It's alright, it's alright, even if we Lili are pigs, they are the most beautiful little pigs!"

The little girl was really happy again, her jet-black eyes were sparkling, and then she grabbed a large amount of candy from the bag and gave it to Song Qingwan, the little milk voice was crisp:

"Auntie, eat candy!"

Song Qingwan looked at her cute and caring little appearance, her heart softened in a mess, "Okay, auntie eat, auntie eats when she goes back."

Saying that, he put the toffee in his pocket.

The little loli was even happier when she saw that she accepted it. She had long forgotten what happened before, and grabbed a lot of it, eager to share it, and gave it to her father, with a delicate little face that looked up and tender and tender:

"Dad, eat Tangtang! This Tangtang is delicious!"

"Don't eat."

The man didn't look at it, turned his head coldly, and refused very simply.

He never liked to eat such sweet and irritating things.

"Dad..." The little girl's mood was obviously lowered, she lowered her long eyelashes, lowered her head and said sullenly, "This is really delicious, I won't lie to you..."

She has eaten several.

"It's really delicious..."

The little girl was talking, her eyes were red, the little milky voice was a little choked, and her dark eyes were even more watery: "...Dad, don't you like me?"

"……No."

"You don't even eat my candy!" Little Loli burst into tears: "You just don't like me! You despise others, woo~"

The man frowned and looked cold: "Shut up! Try to cry again!"

"woooo~"

"..."

The little girl raised her hand and rubbed her eyes: "Wow woo woo woo~"

"..."

"Woooo-"

"Shut up! Give me candy!"

...

In the living room, the old man was already sitting there.

The old man is nearly eighty years old. He trained in the army when he was young, and he did not forget to exercise all the time in his old age. Now his body is very tough and he does not look old.

He sat on the sofa with a straight back, his temples were gray, and his old face showed a cold-blooded seriousness.