Chapter 425 (2/2)

At the same time, several other people came to the villa.

Ye Si stopped the group of people from going upstairs. After all, although Fu Han had a bad temper, no one was more professional than him in terms of all levels.

The only similarity between father and daughter should be their temper.

One is more reasonable than the other.

Ye sang stood there, Wei Qu Ba Ba's head bowed, like the withered cabbage, and his small body was still unsteady.

Fu Han leaned coldly against the corner of the wall, and consumed her like this.

Shen Yao moved her lips and wanted to speak a little to plead. Unexpectedly, the man was so cold that she couldn't say a word.

Fu Han lazily raised his eyes and looked at the child who deliberately made a stand up with himself, and said with a slight sneer, ”the score of the exam is OK, and I'm wasting it here.”

”I don't want to ask you how you got it. When your mother was a child, she was proficient in all kinds of music, chess, calligraphy and painting. She could recite all those obscure ancient Chinese prose. Your father...”

After a pause, he said, ”is your father Su ye or Gu Sheng? Either one is better than you. ”

”Did you take the test results?”

”Is Lao Wang in the next room split his leg, or do you have a genetic mutation?”

Ye Sangsang:.... ”

Fu Han's operation was fierce as a tiger and successfully closed the wheat of Ye Sangxi.

She was shaking her little milk dog in her arms, and she bowed her head, eager to continue to consume with this cheap father.

But

The little girl wronged Baba holding the little milk dog, shaking her head, ”uncle, I'm sleepy.””Want to sleep.”

Fu Han glanced at her, ”that's thinking.”

He could hardly see the wrong questions.

After being refused, the little guy was forced to be wronged. She continued to stand with a flat mouth. She yawned and swayed left and right. She was so sleepy that she almost fell on the ground.

Fu Han doesn't let her sleep. Ye sang is so sleepy that she can't keep up her spirits. She hugs her little milk dog. She lowers her head and squats down. Her small head is buried in her arm and curls her mouth. She falls into a long sleep

Huo Chenyu, who saw this scene helplessly, said:

Who learned the skill of squatting and sleeping?

The little milk dog took the opportunity to jump out of Ye Sang's arms.

Fu Han was startled. Looking at the little dog with white milk and drooping small ears, Fu Han took a step back. He looked down and saw yesang, who was sleeping sweetly in the corner.

The little girl was wronged and leaned against the corner of the wall, with her long eyelashes down her head, and her mouth was slightly pursed. She was like a little angel when she fell asleep, which made people feel more soft hearted and cured than ever before.

But this aggrieved Baba squats on the ground sleeping appearance, really some pitiful.

Fu Han looks slightly trance for a moment, looking at the human Cub with his head down and hairy head in front of his eyes, and the radian of his lip slightly droops.

In the subconscious, Fu Han has always hated human beings.

It's nothing else. Maybe it's the pride in his bones that he doesn't like human beings or their young.

God's life is too long, muddleheaded, no one dares to approach him, and he disdains to communicate with others.

Fu Han has seen all kinds of things in the world. In his understanding, no matter children or adults, are insatiable.

In the crowd, there may be a kind-hearted human being, but he knows better than anyone that no one is good to strangers for no reason.

And even if there is.

What does it have to do with yourself.

Fu Han lost his mind for a moment, the little girl who fell asleep suddenly opened her eyes as if she had been frightened.

Ye sang, a pair of young round eyes and tight pupils, curled up in the corner of the wall, staring at the front, a small face full of confusion and fear.