Chapter 9: Seaweed Dance

On this day, the atmosphere in the capital was boiling, and overnight, the Zhan family suddenly had an unknown daughter of unknown origin, which was strange if it did not attract attention.

"Daddy, Mianmian is not a prisoner, so you don't need to show it to the public, right? Moreover, this is a family affair in our family, what does it have to do with outsiders? ”

Zhan Shaochu's tone was as cold as frost, he didn't like to be soft and photographed by others, and looked at by others with bad intentions.

The corners of Zhan Donghua's mouth twitched, and he coughed lightly twice, with a hint of seriousness as a father:

"Shaochu, you can't be too willful! It's about the little princess's reputation. ”

Hearing this, Zhan Shaochu sneered and retorted: "Others can talk about it as much as they like, if I hear it, I will directly kill their dogs." ”

After he finished speaking, he turned to leave, leaving behind a handsome and noble back.

Zhan Donghua: "........."

He was shocked by this stinky boy's words, it was just... Excessively!

……

On the second floor, inside the simple and stylish bedroom.

The temperature is thin and cool...

Zhan Shaochu stood at the door, looking at the scene in his room, and his mood at the moment was more matched with a cool song.

"Like a seaweed seaweed seaweed seaweed drifts with the waves,

Seaweed seaweed seaweed seaweed seaweed dancing in the waves,

seagrass seagrass seaweed,

No matter how stormy it is, I have my pleasure,

The sea of people is vast..."

On the three-meter-three big bed, Zhan Mianmian was wearing a green seaweed skirt, revealing half of his calves, and a round belly, standing on his bed and swaying, looking like a mentally retarded...

Of course, the most important thing is not this, but on her little head, there is a green children's nein, which makes Zhan Shaochu feel familiar...

After three seconds of froze......

Zhan Shaochu's face was black and red...

It's not... My own little Nene...

Depend on!

"Zhan Mianmian, you come down for me!" He roared, his face changing.

was yelled at by him like this, and Zhan Mianmian was instantly stunned, and he ran to turn off the music at a sloppy speed!

Then he honestly stood only seven steps away from Zhan Shaochu, staring at him innocently with blood-red eyes.

"You..."

Seeing her eyes, Zhan Shaochu was short of words, he couldn't say anything, and he was even more angry.

Before he could continue to speak, Zhan Mianmian took the first step and wrapped around him like a rattan, his tone full of coquettishness: "Brother~"

Zhan Shaochu: "Hmm. ”

"I want to kiss~"

“……”

"I want to hug ~"

“……”

"Is it okay to hold it high?"

"No way!"

Facing his little green underwear, no matter how coquettish Zhan Mianmian was, Zhan Shaochu was still angry,

Pulled her straight off, pulled her panties out of her head, stuffed them into his pocket, and glared at her.

Zhan Mianmian was stared at by him more and more weakly, burying his little head low, and poking his two index fingers together.

"Who taught you?" Zhan Shaochu looked at her seaweed dance costume and asked.

"Brother's TV." Zhan Mianmian replied in a low voice.

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

TV on TV... Why do you still have to bring the word "brother"... Is this a roundabout way to say that you are the culprit...

He really didn't know what to be angry about now, and his tone was helpless: "Then who bought you the clothes?" Who helped you with your makeup? ”

Hearing this, Zhan Mianmian hurriedly raised his head, and under his blood-red eyes, a luster was flowing,

Her little mouth smiled into a crescent shape, and small dimples appeared on both sides of her cheeks, and she said sweetly: "My brother taught me!" ”