After chatting with Teacher Sun, Huo Shenling walked in front of the two little ones with an expressionless face.

Seeing the daddy coming, the cub shouted happily.

"Daddy!"

The red-haired little zombie did the same: "Dad! ”

Huo Shen made his heart soften into a puddle of water in the last second, and his heart was congested in the next second.

He didn't want to adopt a zombie son, he didn't lack a son!

Huo Shenling was just about to ask the red-haired little zombie not to get too close to him, when Teacher Sun came over.

"Cub, young general, see you tomorrow."

Huo Shen, who wanted to refuse, made one big hand grabbed by the cub and the other caught by the red-haired little zombie.

The cold air rushed from the palm of his hand to the entire arm, and then quickly spread to the eight veins of his limbs.

Huo Shenling: "......"

Cub and the red-haired little zombie milk Huhu and Teacher Sun waved.

"Teacher Sun, I'll see you tomorrow."

Huo Shenling resisted the urge to throw the red-haired little zombie away, and greeted Teacher Sun with an expressionless face.

"Teacher Sun, goodbye."

Teacher Sun looked at Huo Shenling, who was expressionless, and stopped talking.

Huo Shenling didn't want to be taught how to take care of the baby anymore, so he gritted the back socket and directly hugged the cub and the red-haired little zombie, and then left without looking back.

Teacher Sun: "......"

Seeing that the cub hugged Huo Shenling's neck crooked, the red-haired little zombie also hugged Huo Shenling's neck, but Huo Shenling's body stiffened, and Teacher Sun sighed faintly.

Although I don't know what the situation of the Huo family is, Huo Shenling's attitude towards the young general is ......

Teacher Sun thought about it for a while, and then mentioned it to Huo Shenling when he visited his home.

Although Huo Shenling was as cold as an ice cube, she was stunned.

But she is a teacher, and it is her responsibility to take care of every child.

Huo Shenling, who sent the two children to the car, sneezed heavily, and he turned his head to look at the red-haired little zombie in the back seat.

The red-haired little zombie grinned at him and called him in a milky voice.

"Daddy!"

Huo Shenling: "......"

Huo Shenling rubbed the corners of his forehead: "Youngster, I'm not your father!" ”

The red-haired little zombie looked at the cub sitting next to him, and then looked at Huo Shenling.

"Yes!"

Huo Shenling: "......"

The red-haired little zombie explained in a childish voice: "Youngster...... Like, cub, daddy...... It's the cub's father, that's ...... The ...... of the young player Father. ”

Huo Shenling: "......"

He is reluctant to be this father, and this little zombie doesn't have to let him be a father, it's all because of cubs!

Huo Shenling held the steering wheel in his hand and took a deep breath.

The cub looked at it and hurriedly leaned over to take a sip on the daddy's face.

"Dad, shall we go home now?"

The baby daughter took the initiative to kiss her, and Huo Shen made her mood feel a lot better.

He glanced at the red-haired little zombie in the rearview mirror: "Let's go to the barbershop." ”

The cub touched his soft and not long hair, and quickly covered it.

"Daddy, cubs' hair can't be cut."

The ability to cut her hair is damaged, and what if she can't go back to the underworld when the time comes?

When she encounters a bad ghost, she may not be able to beat it!

Huo Shenling thought of her baby daughter's bald head before, the corners of her mouth twitched, and she hurriedly touched her baby daughter's little head.

"Don't worry, cubs, it's not for cubs to cut their hair, it's for young generals."

The red-haired little zombie's pupils widened when he heard that he cut his hair, and subconsciously shrank back.

"No...... To cut ...... Hair! ”

Huo Shenling sighed: "Then where did you come from, go back to where you go!" ”

Red-Haired Zombie: "......"

If he had cut his hair, would his father have beaten him to death if he found out?

But he doesn't cut his hair, and this dad doesn't want him now.

The red-haired little zombie froze in the back seat, and the cub looked at the daddy and the red-haired little zombie.

"Brother Jung, you are a boy, and it is rare for boys nowadays to have such long hair."

The red-haired little zombie hesitated.

The cub kept up his efforts: "Look at the little boys in our kindergarten, don't they have long hair?" ”

The red-haired little zombie thought about it carefully, and it was really.

But Dad said that the body is skinned, and the parents are affected.

Can't cut it!

The cub pursed his little mouth and asked him softly, "Then where do you want to go back and forth?" ”

The red-haired little zombie shook his head without hesitation: "Don't!" ”

The cub turned his head and asked his father, "Dad, did Mr. Sun ask the younger brother to cut his hair?" ”

The daughter is smart, and Grandpa Huo rarely had a smile on his face, and hummed softly.

"He's a boy! Since it has been unearthed, it is necessary to respect the rules of the society after the excavation! Or...... Go back to the earth! ”

Without waiting for the red-haired little zombie to speak, Huo Shenling added another sentence.

"As soon as the coffin board is covered, no one cares how long he wants to keep his hair."

The red-haired little zombie hung his head aggrievedly: "No...... No...... Get back. Youngster, cut ...... Hair. ”

It's a big deal to bask in the moon more before seeing Dad, the strength is up, and his hair wants to grow as long as he wants.

No more, when you see your father, try to position the hair length with strength, you should ...... Can't you see it, right?

After the red-haired little zombie decided to cut his hair, Huo Shenling drove to the barber shop he frequented with the two little ones.

As soon as they entered the lobby on the first floor of the barbershop, the two little ones were stopped.

"Cub, young general, are you going to cut your hair too?"

The cub and the red-haired little zombie looked up and saw Wang Zihao's child.

Bai Qian was talking to a Tony teacher, and when she heard her son shouting, she subconsciously looked sideways.

"Shen Ling?"

Huo Shenling didn't look at him, and went straight to the second floor with the cubs and the red-haired little zombies.

Bai Qian tried a color for her youngest son, and when Wang Zihao's child saw this, he hurriedly ran over and grabbed the cub's hand.

"Cub, let's play together."

The cub does not reject Wang Zihao's children, but he does not like the mother of Wang Zihao's children.

"Don't, the little brother wants to cut his hair, and the cub wants to accompany the little brother to go upstairs to cut his hair."

Wang Zihao's child looked up at the second floor: "Then can I go up and cut my hair together?" ”

The cub looked at Wang Zihao's child's hair that was not long, and was a little puzzled.

"Your hair is already very short, is it necessary to prepare for bald hair when you cut it again?"

Wang Zihao's child touched his little head: "No, my mother said that my hair is long, and I will cut it again." ”

Speaking of which, Wang Zihao's children are still a little aggrieved.

"Originally, my mother said that she would take me to buy milk tea, but suddenly she said that my hair was too long, and I had to cut my hair before I could drink milk tea."

Wang Zihao's child was a little confused: "But I remember that I just cut my hair two days ago." ”

Speaking of which, he looked at the cub and the red-haired little zombie in confusion.

"Do you cut your hair every few days?"

Cub: "I don't cut my hair!" ”

Red-haired little zombie: "I...... Dislike...... Cut your hair! ”

After speaking, he cautiously glanced at the tall and straight Daddy Huo: "But...... If you don't cut your hair, you can't ...... Go home with the cubs. ”

Wang Zihao's children felt that they had found a confidant: "Me too, I don't cut my hair, and my mother doesn't buy milk tea to drink." ”

Bai Qian stepped on high heels and greeted her with a smile.

"Shen Ling, what a coincidence, you also took the cub and the little future to cut their hair, and I also happened to bring Zihao to cut the hair."

Huo Shenling's expression was extremely cold: "What a coincidence? ”

A hint of unnaturalness flashed in Bai Qian's eyes, but she still smiled and nodded gently.

"Yes, Shen Ling, I already brought Zihao here when you came."

Huo Shenling stared at her expressionlessly: "But Mrs. Wang's son just said that you originally planned to take him to drink milk tea, and suddenly changed your mind to get a haircut." ”

Huo Shenling hooked his lips coldly: "It's really a coincidence!" ”

Bai Qian's fingers clenched as she carried the bag, trying to maintain a gentle smile on her face, but avoiding Huo Shenling's cold eyes.

[Words: Wang Zihao: Real children are so sincere! ] 】