Five Villain Daddies Are Fighting To Spoil Me

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Look how popular this has become?

A good villain, if you say crazy, you will be crazy.

Xiaoye Sang muttered and lowered her head, still refusing to give up the idea, Sang Sang wants to go to school.

Huo Yao's temples jumped, he took a deep breath and hugged her, gave her a sideways glance and asked, What's so good about going to school?

Afraid that she would say another sentence that would not be surprising, the man hurriedly interjected before Ye Sang spoke, But if you really want to go, it's not impossible for you to go tomorrow.

Ye Sang's clear pupils stared at him, his head tilted slightly, and he quietly began to wait for Huo Yao to write.

From what she knew about her father, things were definitely not that simple.

Sure enough, Huo Yao walked upstairs with one hand firmly holding the fat baby in his arms, while Feng Qingyun lightly pinched her soft face, and warned in a low voice:

But before that, you have to put me to sleep.

The little guy nodded like a chicken pecking at rice, Okay, okay.

She asked in a milky voice, What else is there?

Huo Yao pondered for a moment, Also, don't make trouble, be obedient at school, and seldom contact Huo Chenyu.

In all fairness, when he was choosing his heir, he knew that this child was not a good thing.

Huo Yao became a father for the first time in his life, and he was unavoidably worried that this stupid girl would be used without knowing it.

The little guy hesitated for a few seconds when he heard the words, and then agreed softly: Well, that's good to lie down...

Anyway, I didn’t say that I couldn’t contact with less contact~

Seeing her obediently agreeing, Huo Yao nodded with satisfaction, thinking that she finally understood her good intentions.

Although Xiao Nizi is usually very irritating, sometimes being sensible is particularly poignant.

Huo Yao hugged the little girl in his arms tightly, not knowing what to think, the corners of his drooping lips slowly hooked, and his icy eyes flashed sneeringly.

After all, people like them who are in the dark and cannot see the light all the year round will always have a few outliers who are born to the sun.

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Wang.

The little milk dog lying at the door shook its tail and barked weakly at the two of them.

Huo Yao bent down and put the person on the carpet, looked at her, and said coolly:

sleep.

Oh. The little guy sat down on the soft carpet, then raised his head and stared at Huo Yao with a pair of black and round cat eyes.

Baba.

She lowered her head and didn't know what to think, when she suddenly called out to the other party.

Huo Yao, who was just about to close the door, paused when he heard the words.

He turned his head expressionlessly, and saw Ye Sang holding his cheeks and curving his eyes in a rare and serious manner:

Huo Yao's father is not human.

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The corners of his mouth twitched before he had time to cool his face, and then he heard her milky voice and added:

—Huo Yao's father is not a human being, but a god in the nine heavens~

Huo Yao: ...

What the hell kind of limerick is this?

His thin lips moved slightly, and before he could speak, the little guy hurriedly said, Baba.

She waved her hand, and under Huo Yao's gaze, whispered, Good night.

The man's face softened, he paused for a moment, turned his head and met the little guy's cat pupils full of ruthlessness, and there was a slight smile in the bottom of his eyes.

His drooping fingertips moved slightly, controlling the urge to hold the person in his arms. The man pretended to be calm and turned around. At an angle that Ye Sang couldn't see, the corners of his lips slightly curved.

He whispered:

OK, good night.