Dear, dear,...

Your dad??

What serious person would make such an angry suggestion?

in this world.

Except for Fu Gouzi.

No one would be so annoying.

I suspect that this little brother on the Internet is pretending to be Fu Gouzi!

Doubt only for a second.

The system believes that the little brother of the Internet is definitely not Fu Gouzi.

After all, the little brother gives gifts to Dumb Treasure every day, such a big credit, if it was Fu Gouzi, he would have invited Dumb Treasure for credit, and then took the opportunity to do this and that.

It knows Fu Gouzi's urine too well!

The little brother on the Internet is too simple, and he doesn't know that Dumb Treasure has a stinky dad who covets Derpy!

Sending the dumb treasure to the wolf's mouth in vain, the system is really anxious for this stupid buddy.

[Dumb treasure, Baba wants to give you a small lesson. 】

"Huh?"

Ah Chan covered his head.

Pain in the skull.

The kind of pain that hurts my head as soon as I go to class, and the whole person is nested on the sofa in the living room, drowsy and waiting for my father.

When Fu Shenyang returned to the villa.

The whole person looks very different from before.

Even in a wheelchair.

The man in a gray and white suit is still so noble and elegant.

That face is still the object of coveted by thousands of girls, countless celebrities, and popular actresses.

Just on that cold countenance.

Slightly closed and slightly trembling eyes.

Fair-skinned and clinging to the tips of his crimson ears.

Quietly betrayed some of his secret thoughts.

Ah Chan was wearing a little tiger pajamas, nesting in the sofa in the living room and waiting for him, waiting for him to fall asleep.

I heard the noise.

Rubbing his eyes, he sat up: "Little good father? You're back..."

Wheelchair slowly.

Slide in front of the couch.

"Waiting for me?"

The man's deep timbre, in the silence of the night, seemed to be shrouded in boundless bewitchment.

I don't know if it's a dream or a waking up little soft baby, falling into his deep eyes.

……

Little girl...

It smells so good.

She went for days, days, without watering.

The hazy soft eyes glowed with a faint red glow.

The thin arm stretched forward unconsciously.

Delicate fingers,...... He had a handsome face.

How many women dream of wanting to touch a finger of Fu Ye, but they don't even have a chance to get close to him.

She's...

……

One person, monopolizing.

The small body with limited mobility is crooked and twisted, and Fu Shenyang has a big hand.

Hold her...

……

"Little girl, you're so fragrant...", the thin and soft little voice is like... of poison.

The tip of the thin nose groped for a deep sniff.

Like a foraging little hamster.

At a loss.

Impatient.

Fu Shenyang couldn't imagine what kind of gluttonous cat he had.

Obviously, the last time she was in the car, she was still ignorant.

In the blink of an eye, progress has been rapid.

……

The breath is like a soft spring breeze.

Brushing his neck: "Little good father, are you happy?" ”

[It's strange if you're not happy! 】

The system covered its eyes and gritted its teeth.

Little nerd, she was taught so many lessons in vain, and she was gnawed to the point that there were no bones left!

Fu Shenyang couldn't breathe involuntarily.

I'm afraid if it goes on like this, this wheelchair ......

to bear the load, it should not bear.

"What do you think?"

The big hand held her confused little face, and Fu Shenyang's eyes stared at her faintly.

"Not happy?"

The soft and glutinous little voice, as if flattering, was close to his lips.

It's completely disrupted, it's quiet...

And the restrained...

Night.

"Hmm." He snorted under his breath.

The low timbre can almost kill people: "Do you want to coax me?" ”

"I—I..."

Ah Chan's small mouth kept smashing it: "Coax, coax Dad." ”