Chapter 7 (2/2)

Just as soon as she entered the door, the warm atmosphere wrapped her. The elegant fragrance came from all directions and penetrated into the nostrils. The faint fragrance smelled as if it could make the impetuous person calm down involuntarily.

Ye sang didn't hold back his soft yawn, and misty water vapor appeared in the cat's pupil. He held the little milk dog in his arms. Before he could look around the next second, he was caught off guard and looked at the old man like a hawk Where did you come from? ” Mr. Huo was slightly distracted for a few seconds. It was probably the first time he saw such a beautiful girl like a snow doll. He could not help but lighten his voice.

Xiaoyesang hesitated, raised her head and blinked her cat's pupil. When she met this kind of person who looked like a grandfather for the first time, the little guy was bound to be a little intimate. She pursed her lips and said seriously, ”my name is yesang.”

Mr. Huo's heart almost melted when he heard the baby's voice.

His face, which has always been scrupulous and unsmiling, could not help but take a little warmth. He looked at the fluffy girl in front of him and rubbed yesang's head with his old hand Is it ye? ”

”That's good.” There was a smile in his eyes, as soft as he thought.

Mr. Huo may be old, and when he sees his children, he is not as rigid as before.

The Huo family has been cold and quiet for nearly 20 years, and now suddenly there is a soft and coquettish little guy. The old man's heart is just a mess.

The little guy tilted his head and his head subconsciously rubbed his palm, and his body smelled sweet and sweet.

Huo Laozi was so amused by her behavior that he asked with a smile: ”how old is Sangsang? Why are you upstairs? ”

Mention this, leaf mulberry slants a head to see him, bright crystal way: ”mulberry mulberry five years old.”

She stood on tiptoe and whispered, ”I didn't mean to disturb my grandfather...”

”It's bad, Dad...” The girl's mouth was shriveled and her cat's pupils were filled with mist. ”He, he's going to pull my hair...”

Mr. Huo couldn't help but pinch the little girl's white tender face like marshmallow. He wiped the corners of her eyes and narrowed his turbid eyes. Subconsciously, he asked, ”Dad?”

Who is so incompetent as a father?