Chapter 8 is a cheap sister for me

Zhan Mianmian grabbed a pigtail and bit it, letting out a silly laugh from time to time, still immersed in the sweet kiss.

Zhan Shaochu reacted, the corners of his mouth curled up in an imperceptible arc, Xu Bu walked towards her, put the snacks on the table beside him, and picked her up with one hand and hugged her: "What are you laughing at?" โ€

"Huh? I'm not laughing. Zhan Mianmian winked at him playfully, and his hands consciously wrapped around his thin neck.

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Zhan Shaochu was speechless, it seems that this sister is also a master with a worrying IQ.

He pulled out the pigtail from her little hand, swept her small and delicate nose with the braid, and looked at her with a pleasant smile: "Zhan Mianmian, when I am my sister, how about it?" โ€

Zhan Mianmian was surprised when he heard his words.

"Oh~ really?"

"If you don't want to, forget it." He snorted coldly, and was about to pull her out of his arms, and he was going to be angry.

The alarm bell rang loudly in Zhan Mianmian's heart, and the speed of numbness tightened Zhan Shaochu's neck, like a sticky plaster.

"Big brother, you didn't listen to my answer, I don't like you anymore." She pouted and complained.

Hearing this, Zhan Shaochu instantly didn't know whether to be angry or laugh, and asked rhetorically: "Don't like it?" Well? Then what are you holding me so tightly? โ€

Zhan Mianmian's eyes rolled around his bones, as if he was organizing a language answer in his heart, thinking about it,

She just lay on Zhan Shaochu's shoulder, grabbed his collar and bit it, biting it so much.

Zhan Shaochu: "........."

This kid... Is it itchy teeth?

He raised his eyebrows, reached out and grabbed the clothes on his back, and pulled her hard, and sat her in front of him.

He said with a serious face: "Zhan Mianmian, go and wipe the saliva, and after cleaning up, my brother will take you to see Daddy and Mommy." โ€

"Oh." Smiling and smiling, it looks too dull and cute!

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Half an hour later.

The first floor, full of European style, is magnificent and has a harmonious atmosphere.

"Okay, I'll go to a press conference tomorrow and announce it to the world."

The person who spoke was Zhan Shaochu's father, Zhan Donghua, the most powerful and wealthy person in the capital today, and his methods were notoriously ruthless.

Hearing this, Zhan Shaochu squinted his eyes, and his tone was filled with suspicion: "Daddy, aren't you curious about Mianmian's origin?" That's not your style. โ€

Zhan Donghua glared at his son dissatisfied, and retorted: "I can't covet my daughter? Why don't you give birth to me? โ€

"Poofโ€”โ€”! Song Yaya couldn't help but squirt out the water she had just poured into her mouth.

There were just a few drops splashed on Zhan Shaochu's pants.

The corners of Zhan Shaochu's mouth twitched, took the tissue that Zhan Mianmian handed him, and wiped the water stains on his pants in disgust.

"Mommy." He shouted in dissatisfaction.

"Ahem... Sorry, it's all your daddy's brain. Song Yaya directly put the responsibility on her husband.

She wiped her mouth elegantly, raised her eyes and looked at Zhan Mianmian, first stunned, and then couldn't help frowning:

"Isn't this the doll they gave you on your birthday? How... It's a person...! โ€

"Oh~ It's not a doll, it's a cheap sister for me, what?"

Zhan Shaochu raised his eyebrows, his tone was arrogant, and he had an expression of disobedience.

Song Yaya: "......"

Didn't you just ask... What does this tone mean? Is... gave birth to this son in vain.