Under everyoneâs watchful eyes, ye si carefully suggested, âI know someone who definitely has a way.â
âWho is it?âThe little girl was suddenly energized. She leaned her furry little head over and cupped her little face, full of anticipation.
Ye Si pinched her chubby little face and smiled:
âFu Han.â
After she said that, the little childâs expression, which was originally full of anticipation, immediately collapsed. She raised her head and remembered Fu Hanâs attitude toward her, as well as Fu Hanâs character, which was that he hated children. Her little voice lowered, she was conflicted:
â... he doesnât like her.â
Actually, finding Fu Han was the most convenient choice for them.
However, Ye sang was still quite afraid of this person.
Not only was she afraid, but she also faintly resisted him.
Perhaps it had something to do with him setting her father up in the past.
Subconsciously, Ye sang was still very protective.
When ye Si heard his daughterâs words, he was slightly stunned. He tilted his head strangely and glanced at ye sang. âSangsang, why do you think so?â
She could tell.
Fu Han didnât hate ye sang.
He even liked her.
Ye sang lowered her head and tugged at the corner of her shirt. Faced with her motherâs puzzled question, she lowered her head. âHe never liked me.â
Otherwise, why would he never come to visit her.
Ye Si choked. When she thought of Fu Hanâs tsundere personality and the fact that he couldnât find a single word to say, she could only change her euphemism.â... He, he might be too embarrassed to see you?â
After all.
After scheming against his father and treating his own daughter so coldly, there must be a process of easing up and accepting the truth, right?
Ye sang did not understand. She frowned and did not speak.
Ye Si did not force her to acknowledge him as her father.
Fu Han was not missing after all.
âWait, wait, wait, what is it? Fu Han?âShen Chuchen narrowed his peach blossom eyes when he heard this personâs name. He asked coldly, âWhat use is he?â
Ye Si knew some of the grudges between the two of them, so he smiled and struggled with his words. Then, he said, âHim... he might be quite useful.â
âAfter all, strictly speaking, the person who knows Sangsang the best should be him.â
After all, the issue of the bloodline still depended on Fu Han.
With him around, there would definitely be no surprises.
However.
It would have been better if ye Si didnât say this, but once he said it, everyone exploded and said unhappily,
âWhat right does he have? Who the hell does he have? My daughter wandered around in front of him for so long and didnât recognize him. I think heâs the most irresponsible one.â
Ye Si:â...â
This made it seem like you guys recognized him at the beginning.
She didnât know who gave this group of people the confidence that they were mesmerized by.
Seeing that the situation was chaotic and that they were about to quarrel again over Fu Hanâs matter, old master ye slapped the table and said, âQuiet!â
âItâs naturally best that Fu Han is here. Sangsang hasnât even protested yet, so how can you have the right to speak? !â
âShut up. Let Si Si look for him tomorrow. You guys stay at home and take care of the children.â
He spoke in one breath without even taking a breath. The Old Master had stepped out to take on two of them, and the few who were eager to speak were as quiet as chickens.
Old Mr. Ye said solemnly, âDid you hear that?â
It gave Su Ye and ye sang, who were in his arms, a fright.
The father and daughter kept moving and nodded obediently subconsciously.
The scene was as harmonious as it could be.
When Su Ye saw old Mr. Ye, he thought of his own old man. He reached out his hand and touched his daughterâs little head. He hugged his little cotton-padded jacket tightly and did not dare to speak.
Apart from ye sang, no one else ate a meal.
Leng Ningâs scene only dissipated a lot after old master ye left. Ye sang eagerly hugged her grandfatherâs thigh, raised her little head, and asked in a childish voice, âGrandfather, are you leaving?â
The soft little bun suddenly pounced over, and Old Master Yeâs heart melted.
He indeed had to leave.
Ye sang liked this place, but that did not mean that old master ye liked it. Now, seeing this group of people who kidnapped his granddaughter made him angry.
Therefore, he said in a gentle tone, âGrandpa, can I visit you another day?â
âOr, if Sangsang Misses Grandpa, she can come back with mom to visit.â
It wasnât that he couldnât see her.
Her fathers shouldnât be evil capitalists.
He could still see his granddaughter.
Thinking of this, Mr. Ye calmed down a lot, and even his voice became more loving.
Even though ye sang was reluctant to leave, her eyes lit up when she heard that she could go back. She nodded obediently, and most of her sadness dissipated. She immediately let go of her grandfather and even waved her little hand elegantly.
She signaled for him to leave.
This smooth action pricked Old Master Yeâs heart.
..
After finally sending old master ye away, Su Ye leaned back on the sofa as if he had no bones. He yawned, and his voice was lazy and sleepy.
âWhen Will Fu Han come?â
If he came, so be it.
As the saying goes, there are policies at the top and countermeasures at the bottom.
They had to think about how to isolate this person.
Ye sang leaned behind the sofa and reached out to pull her fatherâs hair. She was holding a bow in her hand and was eager to try braiding his hair.
Mu Chen was afraid that she would be beaten, so he quietly pulled her down from the back of the sofa.
Ye sang pouted and turned her head to look at Mu Chenâs hair. Her eyes lit up. âDaddy.â
âDonât even think about it.âMu Chen held her little head and the corners of his mouth twitched. âBe Good.â
It could only be said that they still had a high tolerance for ye sang.
The little girl immediately responded obediently.
Mu Chen retracted his gaze and stroked her little head. He casually followed up with Su Yeâs words. âLetâs see when ye Si will bring him here.â
âItâs best if he doesnât come.â
Su Ye said with a smile, âIf he comes, we can isolate him.â
Mu Chen:â...ân/ô/vel/b//in dot c//om
This personâs mental age must be only five years old.
What era was this and he was still isolated.
In the end, he did not expect that Su Yeâs suggestion would immediately attract Shen Chuchenâs approval.
The man fiddled with a few small and exquisite bows in his hands. He patted the sofa and gestured for ye sang to come over and sit down.
The little guy immediately sat down on the side.
Shen Chuchen slightly restrained his gloating smile and lowered his head to let go of the childâs messy curly hair. He skillfully braided his hair and curled the corners of his lips in a childish manner. âWe can also infuriate him to death on the way.â
âThree Stooges can still rival Zhuge Liang, let alone five of us. Is that right?âAfter saying that, the manâs peach blossom eyes blinked slightly with a hint of seduction. He looked at Mu Chen without blinking as if he was trying to get the other partyâs approval.
Mu Chen:â...â
The manâs lips curled.
No.
He did not associate with retards.
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Mu Chenâs rejection did not reduce the enthusiasm of Su Ye and Shen Chuchen in the slightest. The two of them even started to mess around with their own daughters with great interest.
When Su Ye was at the club previously, because they were a group of men who had never taken care of children before, they tormented an originally pretty little child as if they were picked up from a rubbish bin.