He thinks that Mi Chuchu can calculate him once back then, and maybe he can calculate him a second time.

Thinking of this possibility, Yechuan Jiang was ruthless again, and his voice became even more harsh.

"Little girl, among the people I hate the most, Mi Chuchu is one." So with the help of calculation, he can't help.

He forcefully ripped Hotaru's hand away from the hem of his suit.

Ye Ying's hand was small, white and tender, after tearing it open, the red marks on her fingers were particularly conspicuous, Ye Chuanjiang suddenly felt a little dazzling, and even wanted to pick up the little girl and gently help the little girl rub the red marks on her hands.

The feeling made him feel abnormal, so he made the next cold decision, turned around and strode away.

The people around looked at each other, all of them were intimidated by the powerful aura of Yechuan River, and they didn't dare to squeak.

Night Hotaru looked at the straight back of the desperate turn, and clenched her small fists.

Scumbag! It's okay to give birth but not raise, my mother is so good, and I hate my mother the most, why!

She pursed her lips and made a silent wish.

I want a hair from the night river.

The golden light escaped, carrying a hair of Yechuan River wrapped in the wind and floated back, and the hair fell on the palm of Yehotaru's palm.

She clenched her palms, didn't Yechuan Jiang not recognize her? Okay, wait for the paternity test report to smash Ye Chuanjiang in the face, see what he says!

Ye Yingying angrily flipped her red schoolbag, walked out of the steps of God Blocking and Killing God, and Demon Blocking and Killing Demons, and left Huaxing Mansion.

So much so that Zeng Hao wanted to follow Ye Chuanjiang's order to send Ye Hotaru back, but he was stunned.

When the little girl walked out of the building and merged into the flow of people and got on the bus, he came back to his senses, and it was too late to chase after him.

There was a faint whisper in his ear from the people around him.

"Mom, the momentum of that little girl just now is like the night boss! Could it really be a father and daughter? ”

"Maybe it's true, didn't you see that little girl called Mr. Ye's father?"

"Tsk, I didn't expect the night to always be such a scumbag......"

Zeng Hao: ......

After getting off the bus, Yehotaru walked back in a depressed and depressed mood, hanging her head down, with a faint blankness in her eyes, not knowing how to solve the dilemma.

The road of finding a household registration on the Yechuan River will not work, so you can only think of a way.

But who can you call for help?

Nightfly was thinking about it, but was suddenly hit by a small pebble flying in front of her.

Nightfly looked up blankly and found that the road ahead was blocked by five or six children about ten years old.

Frowning slightly, she recognized the boy who was the leader as the eldest grandson of the landlord in the past, what was his name?

"Get out of my way, get in my way." Night Hotaru was in a bad mood, and she didn't even bother to pull out a perfunctory smile.

"It's this stinky girl, it caused my house to collapse, my milk hasn't been dissipated for several days, you help me bully her, I'll give you the Transformers I just bought."

When the children around Fat Dong heard this, their eyes suddenly lit up.

Fat Dong's Transformers are intelligent, they have been greedy for a long time, but they didn't expect Fat Dong to be so generous this time.

Night Firefly looked at the children who came around one by one grinding their fists and clapping their hands, and her little face was dark.

If the person standing in front of her at this time is an adult, she can still reason.

It's just that this kind of half-big is not small, the most unreasonable, and the shot is not light or heavy, and I don't know where the line of evil is.

She slowly backed away vigilantly.

After a while, Nightfly's back hit the cold corner, and there was no way to retreat.

Her small face was difficult to look at, but it made Fat Dong very happy, so happy that even the flesh on her cheeks trembled, and there was malice in her smile.

Night Firefly hid her little hand behind her, touched the sand falling off the wall, and immediately grabbed a handful, feeling a little at ease.

Her hand that was not holding the grit suddenly pointed to the sky, and her milky voice exclaimed, "Oops, there's Ultraman!" ”