system:"……"
Although it's despicable, it really feels like being asked in court why you stole someone's battery, and you say it's because you ran out of money and went gambling.
"Shh-"
"Brother...please, please don't tell Daddy..."
After checking left and right to make sure everything was correct, he nervously whispered his instructions in a very low voice.
Jiang Chi glanced at the little dumpling's guilty expression, hesitated for a moment, then chose to unscrew the cap of the mineral water bottle and tactically drink some water.
Is there a possibility—
"Is there anything I can't know?"
A familiar voice landed slowly behind her.
Chaochao, suddenly finding herself shrouded in shadow: "..."
Don't panic, don't rush, and don't be nervous.
After mentally preparing herself, the little dumpling let out a breath, seemingly about to slowly stand up from the ground. The next second, she charged forward on all fours, trying to slip out of the shadowy area!
Before she could even take two steps, she was picked up like a little chick.
Take a gamble, and your bicycle might become a tire.
"Where are you going?"
After struggling briefly in mid-air with its two short legs, Chaochao gave up and became a lazy, good-for-nothing.
With a flick of his wrist, Huo Qin sent the little dumpling, whose fate had been seized by the back of its neck, swaying and turning around. With lightning speed, it wrapped its arms around Huo Qin's neck and buried its entire body in the man's neck.
In order to hold her tighter, Huo Qin subconsciously let go of the back of her collar.
At that moment, Chaochao cupped Huo Qinling's sharp and handsome profile and gave him a sticky "mua" kiss, saying, "Daddy, Chaochao missed you so much."
A soft, sweet kiss, carrying the scent of butter, landed on Huo Qin's face.
The little dumpling tried to get away with being cute.
"Pfft...cough cough..."
Startled by the little dumpling's ostrich-like act, Jiang Chi choked on the water in his mouth before he could even swallow, and coughed while covering his mouth.
Huo Qin paused, his arm holding Tuanzi, and glanced sideways at her almond-shaped eyes that were blinking rapidly. Her eyes briefly drifted away before returning to him, staring at him intently.
Did he say anything terrible?
Huo Qin found it amusing, but he didn't show it on his face. He raised his hand to smooth Chaochao's stray hairs, then pinched her soft, chubby cheeks with his fingers, and looked down at the little dumpling who was forced to pout.
His calm voice carried a hint of a sigh: "It's becoming more and more like that bird."
Chaochao's confused eyes spoke for her immobile mouth, her feathery eyelashes fluttering rapidly—
What kind of bird is that? I only have one gray bird at home.
Yu Ci, equally confused by Huo Qin's meaning, pondered for a moment, then inadvertently turned his head and saw a small gray ball practicing takeoff outside the floor-to-ceiling window... no, it was a chubby gray magpie. He coughed...
The coughing boy turned his back. Seeing this, Chaochao felt a little touched. Brother Yu Ci didn't want her to catch a cold, right?
Then, after two seconds, she looked puzzled.
My shoulders are shaking from coughing so much, is it really okay?
Her slightly worried gaze followed Yu Ci's shoulder to the courtyard outside the window, where she happened to see Huihui, who had bumped into the glass with a thud. "..."
The little dumpling tilted its head, the little dumpling pondered, the little dumpling revealed the truth.
“Is this…”
Seeing the hint of a smile in Huo Qin's dark eyes, Chaochao's small mouth, which was being restrained, stammered indignantly, and after trying for a long time, she could only utter broken monosyllabic words.
Is this something I should say to a fairy?
Even if it's a dad, you can't appease him if he's missing a single piece of candy!
Ball gets angry too!
The chubby Chaochao sat cross-legged on the sofa, hands tucked into his pockets, so angry he was like a ball of air, and it took a long time to coax him into submission.
After changing into his everyday clothes and coming out of the bedroom, Huo Qin went downstairs and saw the little dumpling, who had said before leaving that he was absolutely impossible to coax, secretly being fed by his brothers. He took a bite of a biscuit that Yu Ci fed him and then slurped up a sip of juice that Jiang Chi handed him.
Although I'm a little angry, I still have to eat.
What's wrong with delicious food? Chaochao, who is always clear-headed, would never blame them.
She's just angry with poop, humph!
When they saw Huo Qin at the stairwell, the two paused for a moment, then casually picked up their things and walked away.
It was as if they were simply passing by.
...and casually tease the cute little dog on the roadside.
With her food and drink taken away with a single click, Chaochao's intelligence kicked in, and her relaxed little dumpling puffed up again, her whole back view screaming "Baby is angry."
Huo Qin sat down next to her, raised his dark eyebrows, and poked her chubby arm with a finger with great interest.
The little dumpling, feeling pricked, whimpered and turned in a different direction, only to come into view of a gray bird outside the window, looking pensive and sad. Chaochao paused for a moment, then silently turned another 30 degrees.
The system leisurely munched on sunflower seeds, somewhat surprised by the reversal of roles between the father and daughter. Chaochao, who was initially so guilty that she wanted to get away with being cute, had now turned the tables and was in control, while President Huo was the one who had to be subservient.
Tsk tsk tsk, Mr. Huo, you're too fond of him.
No, the term "humble and subservient" doesn't fit well with the main villain, or rather, it doesn't fit at all.
The system watched Huo Qin, who was now addicted to poking the dumpling.
...No, what's wrong with you, big villain?
Huo Qin originally only intended to poke the little dumpling once to make it turn around, but seeing the plump little dumpling, which looked like a white dumpling, being poked into a small pit by his fingertip and then bounced back immediately after his finger was withdrawn, he casually poked it ten more times.
Jiang Chi, holding the royal juice of Chaochao, leaned against the glass window. Seeing this, he twitched his lips with an indescribable expression, his mind racing.
It's finally decided.
Hmm, Uncle must be using acupressure on Chaochao.
Huo Qin's deep-set eyes were slightly lowered. After poking out countless times, he caught a glimpse of the little dumpling's resentful little eyes.
After being poked until her head was numb, Chaochao finally couldn't take it anymore. She turned her head and looked at Huo Qin speechlessly, her lips pouting and her eyes filled with resentment, her face saying, "Daddy, what are you doing?"
Seeing this, Huo Qin calmly withdrew his finger.
Then he handed the gift he had wanted to give to the little girl for a long time to her, his deep voice carrying a slight smile, "I apologize."
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