Children don't hold grudges, and in a blink of an eye she forgot about her father's teasing on her. She followed her father into the villa, stumbling. The little girl clenched her paws, stared with wide eyes, and looked around, unable to see enough.
He ran over here and tiptoed to look, then ran over there and tiptoed to look, and finally, his eyes stopped on a large flowerpot with blue ice cracks.
Zizi's eyes widened as she looked around the flower pot, unable to get enough. She ran to her father with her legs clattering, tugged at Bo Yanzhou's trouser leg, and pointed at the blue flower pot with ice crackles: "Dad, Zhuzhu wants to live there."
Little Mushroom feels like he has reached the pinnacle of his life!!!
So many little houses!!
So many good friends of flowers and plants!!
She thinks she must be super happy living here!!
When she wakes up, she chats with her friends, flowers, plants, and when she’s tired, she curls up and goes to sleep.
Zhuzhu's eyes lit up with joy. She ran to her father and pointed at the big Huapeng next to the blue ice crack flower pot and shouted, "Daddy! Can you live next door to Zhuzhu?"
The innocent children's words made the maid who was cleaning the villa laugh so hard that her eyes were bent.
The little girl in front of me tilted her head back, her pink and white face looked like a peach, her round grape eyes seemed to contain the stars and the sea, and she looked like a well-behaved little dumpling in a pink puffy skirt.
For some reason, Bo Yanzhou felt a strange feeling in his heart. He couldn't explain it, but he didn't reject it. Surprisingly, he didn't tease Zhuzhu. He raised his hand to touch Zhuzhu's little head, and the corners of his lips curled up slightly in agreement: "Then you can stay inside tonight."
When the little girl heard that she could live there, she was so happy that she hugged Bo Yanzhou's legs and rubbed them, her eyes curved into crescents: "Daddy wants to live with Zhuzhu too!"
"Zhuzhu can protect Daddy!"
Hearing this, the man chuckled and tapped Zhuzhu's forehead with his bent fingers, not too hard or too light. "Protect me? What kind of danger could I be in? Do I need your protection?"
When Zhuzhu heard this, she remembered what Uncle System told her: that Dad was the worst villain in the world, and the entire Bo family was a stepping stone for the male protagonist Jiang Xing!
The consequence of opposing the male protagonist is the complete decline of the Bo family.
The Bo family went bankrupt, and Bo Yanzhou was shot dead by the male protagonist. When he was on the verge of death, Jiang Xing ordered his men to bring him to the shore. A dark light flashed in his eyes, and he smiled: "Don't you love throwing people to sharks the most? Now you can have a taste of it yourself."
From then on, that gorgeous and glorious top family began to decline.
Some of the Bo family members died, some were disabled, and some went crazy. No one survived.
After Bo Yanzhou's death, the male protagonist frantically expanded his territory and eventually became the youngest business tycoon. He and the female protagonist lived a happy and healthy life from then on.
Zhuzhu doesn’t understand what a male protagonist is, what a female protagonist is, what a villain is, and how bad he is.
Little Mushroom grew up alone, and now she only knows that Bo Yanzhou is her father.
He is the only father Zhuzhu has had before and after she became a spirit. He is also the father who is willing to let her ride a big horse. He knows that she has a brain problem and says that he will find someone to cure her brain.
She thinks about her father all the time.
Although my brain is laughing at her for being a short-legged pig...
but!!!
No matter how bad he is, he is still her father!
What kind of pig is that male pig? Why is he bullying her daddy?!
The kid was so angry that he stuck out his butt and stamped his feet. She knew that pigs were nothing!
It’s okay to bite her butt, but you actually dare to bully her father?
It's simply lawless!
The little dumpling raised his head angrily, and said in a serious voice, "Daddy! As long as I'm here, I won't let a pig push me around!"
As she spoke, she raised her cheek and rubbed her father's hand hard. Then, she stormed into the living room, sat down, ate potato chips, gritted her teeth, and happily watched... uh... Peppa Pig...
Bo Yanzhou: "......"
The man's mouth twitched, and he didn't know what to say after seeing his little girl's actions.
At first, he felt it was strange and novel, and planned to go over and play with the kid, but the pink mentally retarded pig just rolled in the mud, which gave him a headache.
He couldn't stand it anymore, so he gave the housekeeper a few words and went up to the study.
Bo Yanzhou never likes procrastination. Things that can be handled today will naturally not be left until tomorrow. Instead of staying here and looking at things that insult his intelligence, it is better to go to the study to deal with documents.
Before going upstairs, the man seemed to have thought of something and turned his head to ask, "Where is Bo Shiyu?"
Upon hearing this, the housekeeper responded, "The young master should be in the room."
The man narrowed his eyes but said nothing, then turned and left.
The housekeeper watched Bo Yanzhou enter the study, and when he thought of the tense father-son relationship between his master and the young master, he sighed helplessly, turned around, put on a smile, and walked towards the living room happily.
Bo Yanzhou has always had an icy face. Even if he is not angry, there is no change in his expression. He brings coldness wherever he goes.
While he was here, the maids didn't dare to go up and tease Zhuzhu, and could only stare at the adorable little girl.
As soon as he left, the maids swarmed over and surrounded Zhuzhu, looking at her from left to right.
Some of them used snacks to seduce Zhuzhu, some sang to her, and some rubbed her face and pinched her cheeks.
After a while, Zhuzhu became friends with these beautiful sisters and played hide-and-seek in the huge villa.
There were laughter and joyful sounds downstairs. In the closed room in the corner upstairs, an eight-year-old boy was lying on the bed in a daze with a pale face and purple lips. He felt as if he had fallen into an ice cellar.
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