Chapter 135 (2/2)

”Is your father Huo Yao or Shen chuchen?” His eyes were filled with unabashed disgust, and his enunciation was full of strong doubts.

In the last life, he did not remember that Huo Yao had a daughter.

Therefore, in the other side said to send their children here to stay for a few days, Mu Chen also did not care.

If he knew that Huo Yao's daughter was yesang, he would not agree with anything he said at that time.

However, it's too late to regret.

Even if Mu Chen could not wish to strangle the child, he could only endure it again and again before Huo Yao came back.

Ye sang shook his head and said, ”both are dads.”

Mr. Mu Chen:

He felt some ridiculous smile, raised his eyes, and his tone was cold and cold. It sounded particularly ironic, ”I can't see, your father is quite a lot.”

He was just trying to make fun of this little guy.

Did not expect the other side instead obediently nodded, the small short leg that the mammoth swims, ”will be more in the future.”

“……” Mu Chen was slightly choked by her divine logic. She moved away from her eyes and narrowed her cool eyes.

Without saying a word, he turned around and went to the study.

He was afraid that he would strangle the girl if he stayed any longer.

Is it not enough for her father to harm herself in the previous life?

In this life, I even want to let myself take care of her. I'm kidding.Sooner or later, try to kill this little girl.

……

Ye sang bit the bread, his cheeks puffed up and down, and the little fellow said dully, ”uncle didn't have breakfast ~”

the housekeeper gave her an embarrassed smile, and couldn't understand where the little girl had offended their husband.

I don't usually see him look so gloomy.

The housekeeper squatted down and began to smile on purpose: ”can you deliver breakfast to your husband?”

He could see, of course, that the gentleman had a different attitude towards the little girl.

To be honest, the housekeeper is still looking forward to the children's arrival to change their husband's character.

The little guy bit a small bag in his mouth and nodded, ”OK ~”

the little girl's milk voice was vague and soft.

She was wearing a small pink dress, holding the tray in her hand by herself. She staggered around for a long time according to the housekeeper's position.

During this period, many servants watched in horror, for fear that the little girl could not hold it and fall directly on the ground.

”Uncle Uncle ~” because she couldn't spare her hand, she had to kick the door gently with her toes.

“……” Mu Chen Temple jump, hear her voice feel headache.

His door is not locked. The little girl can come in as soon as she pushes it.

Therefore, Mu Chen was too lazy to pay attention to her. He dropped his long eyes lightly and stared at the project about the Institute of previous life in his hands without blinking.

The last life is used thoroughly, even death is also carrying a curse.

Men's picturesque eyebrows and eyes are as elegant as a splash ink painting.

Mu Chen didn't want to be in charge of the project. After all, he was selfish and could not repay good for evil.

Little guy kicked the door, see no movement, she puffed her cheek, slowly pushed the door open.

”Uncle...” Ye Sang put her small head into the room. The cat's pupil lit up slightly. She bit a small cage bag. She said softly, ”do you want to eat?”

Mu Chen inclined her one eye, indifferent face: ”do not eat, get out.”

Ye Sang was insulted for no reason, and his white and tender face was still at a loss.

”You, you scold me.” The little guy's mouth was shriveled, not very happy.

Mu Chen sneered.

I thought.

I scolded you.