Chapter 1402
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"Dad."
This is the first call someone made.
Seeing the man nestled on the sofa with a comic book covering his face, he ignored her.
Someone ran over, stood still, and opened the comic book: "Mr. Bo, I need to tell you something."
"What's the matter?" The man yawned, looking lazy, he didn't look like he was a father at all: "Which house did you break the glass, or did you bully some child to cry again, Bo Xiaojiu?" Children's shoes, I've said it many times, you have to be serious, I remember you should be standing in front of the window and thinking about your past."
"I was thinking about it at first." Bo Jiu said with a serious face, "Later, the soul was hooked away."
The man snorted, his handsome face, paired with black hair, gave off an unruly feeling: "I believe in your evil."
"Dad, I think we should have a good talk." Bo Jiu's eyes widened, and the little tiger's tail was still sweeping.
The man propped his chin casually: "Thank God, you finally have the consciousness to have a good talk with me. What do you want to talk about? Talk about the children you beat up since you moved here."
"They are all older than me, three years older, they are not considered children, I am a child." Bo Jiu touched his cat ears: "It's a bit shy to say."
The man lay back, with his slender legs crossed: "Shy? You? Baby, you don't have that word in your body at all. Tell me, what do you want to do again?"
Bo Jiu thought for a while, first ran to the side, and then ran back, holding a piggy bank in his hand: "I want to buy something."
"You came here to tell me about such a trivial thing as shopping?" The man stood up and touched his daughter's piggy bank with his finger: "Master Jiu, there seems to be a black card I gave you in it, right?
When did his daughter become so rich?
Bo Jiu's face was serious: "Things are expensive."
Not sure how much it's worth though.
But it looks quite expensive.
Thinking of this, Bo Jiu looked at the next door again, what a pity, after the little princess went in, she never came out again.
Hearing this, the man curled his lips into a smile, probably because he was too handsome, and he also carried a kind of wickedness. Even though he was wearing a white shirt, he still gave people a shock of beauty: "Ask your mother about this. I don't make decisions about the family's money, don't forget, my current status is a softie."
Little Bo Jiu admires her father sometimes, and looks like a puppy in front of her mother.
When her mother is not around.
In the next second, it's like a different person.
Her dad said it was a little secret between the two of them and she couldn't tell her mom.
The mother earns money to support the family, and they are responsible for showing cuteness.
Xiao Bojiu has no objection.
Anyway, her father is an adult and can still be cute.
She is a five-year-old child, wearing a tiger pajamas is nothing.
"Then when will mother come back today?" When Bo Jiu asked, she poked her own face, a little itchy.
Her father has never taken care of children, and when he heard his daughter's question, he had a handsome face full of resentment: "At eleven o'clock in the evening, let us cook and eat by ourselves. Come on, Master Jiu, let's play a punch game, whoever loses?" How about cooking instant noodles?"
"Don't guess." Bo Jiu hugged the wallet: "I'm still addicted to beauty and can't extricate myself, I'm not in the mood to cook noodles."
The man was puzzled, what's the matter with beauty?
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"Dad."
This is the first call someone made.
Seeing the man nestled on the sofa with a comic book covering his face, he ignored her.
Someone ran over, stood still, and opened the comic book: "Mr. Bo, I need to tell you something."
"What's the matter?" The man yawned, looking lazy, he didn't look like he was a father at all: "Which house did you break the glass, or did you bully some child to cry again, Bo Xiaojiu?" Children's shoes, I've said it many times, you have to be serious, I remember you should be standing in front of the window and thinking about your past."
"I was thinking about it at first." Bo Jiu said with a serious face, "Later, the soul was hooked away."
The man snorted, his handsome face, paired with black hair, gave off an unruly feeling: "I believe in your evil."
"Dad, I think we should have a good talk." Bo Jiu's eyes widened, and the little tiger's tail was still sweeping.
The man propped his chin casually: "Thank God, you finally have the consciousness to have a good talk with me. What do you want to talk about? Talk about the children you beat up since you moved here."
"They are all older than me, three years older, they are not considered children, I am a child." Bo Jiu touched his cat ears: "It's a bit shy to say."
The man lay back, with his slender legs crossed: "Shy? You? Baby, you don't have that word in your body at all. Tell me, what do you want to do again?"
Bo Jiu thought for a while, first ran to the side, and then ran back, holding a piggy bank in his hand: "I want to buy something."
"You came here to tell me about such a trivial thing as shopping?" The man stood up and touched his daughter's piggy bank with his finger: "Master Jiu, there seems to be a black card I gave you in it, right?
When did his daughter become so rich?
Bo Jiu's face was serious: "Things are expensive."
Not sure how much it's worth though.
But it looks quite expensive.
Thinking of this, Bo Jiu looked at the next door again, what a pity, after the little princess went in, she never came out again.
Hearing this, the man curled his lips into a smile, probably because he was too handsome, and he also carried a kind of wickedness. Even though he was wearing a white shirt, he still gave people a shock of beauty: "Ask your mother about this. I don't make decisions about the family's money, don't forget, my current status is a softie."
Little Bo Jiu admires her father sometimes, and looks like a puppy in front of her mother.
When her mother is not around.
In the next second, it's like a different person.
Her dad said it was a little secret between the two of them and she couldn't tell her mom.
The mother earns money to support the family, and they are responsible for showing cuteness.
Xiao Bojiu has no objection.
Anyway, her father is an adult and can still be cute.
She is a five-year-old child, wearing a tiger pajamas is nothing.
"Then when will mother come back today?" When Bo Jiu asked, she poked her own face, a little itchy.
Her father has never taken care of children, and when he heard his daughter's question, he had a handsome face full of resentment: "At eleven o'clock in the evening, let us cook and eat by ourselves. Come on, Master Jiu, let's play a punch game, whoever loses?" How about cooking instant noodles?"
"Don't guess." Bo Jiu hugged the wallet: "I'm still addicted to beauty and can't extricate myself, I'm not in the mood to cook noodles."
The man was puzzled, what's the matter with beauty?
"Dad."This is the first call someone made.Seeing the man nestled on the sofa with a comic book covering his face, he ignored her.Someone ran over, stood still, and opened the comic book: "Mr. Bo, I need to tell you something.""What's the matter?" The man yawned, looking lazy, he didn't look like he was a father at all: "Which house did you break the glass, or did you bully some child to cry again, Bo Xiaojiu?" Children's shoes, I've said it many times, you have to be serious, I remember you should be standing in front of the window and thinking about your past.""I was thinking about it at first." Bo Jiu said with a serious face, "Later, the soul was hooked away."The man snorted, his handsome face, paired with black hair, gave off an unruly feeling: "I believe in your evil.""Dad, I think we should have a good talk." Bo Jiu's eyes widened, and the little tiger's tail was still sweeping.The man propped his chin casually: "Thank God, you finally have the consciousness to have a good talk with me. What do you want to talk about? Talk about the children you beat up since you moved here.""They are all older than me, three years older, they are not considered children, I am a child." Bo Jiu touched his cat ears: "It's a bit shy to say."The man lay back, with his slender legs crossed: "Shy? You? Baby, you don't have that word in your body at all. Tell me, what do you want to do again?"Bo Jiu thought for a while, first ran to the side, and then ran back, holding a piggy bank in his hand: "I want to buy something.""You came here to tell me about such a trivial thing as shopping?" The man stood up and touched his daughter's piggy bank with his finger: "Master Jiu, there seems to be a black card I gave you in it, right?When did his daughter become so rich?Bo Jiu's face was serious: "Things are expensive."Not sure how much it's worth though.But it looks quite expensive.Thinking of this, Bo Jiu looked at the next door again, what a pity, after the little princess went in, she never came out again.Hearing this, the man curled his lips into a smile, probably because he was too handsome, and he also carried a kind of wickedness. Even though he was wearing a white shirt, he still gave people a shock of beauty: "Ask your mother about this. I don't make decisions about the family's money, don't forget, my current status is a softie."Little Bo Jiu admires her father sometimes, and looks like a puppy in front of her mother.When her mother is not around.In the next second, it's like a different person.Her dad said it was a little secret between the two of them and she couldn't tell her mom.The mother earns money to support the family, and they are responsible for showing cuteness.Xiao Bojiu has no objection.Anyway, her father is an adult and can still be cute.She is a five-year-old child, wearing a tiger pajamas is nothing."Then when will mother come back today?" When Bo Jiu asked, she poked her own face, a little itchy.Her father has never taken care of children, and when he heard his daughter's question, he had a handsome face full of resentment: "At eleven o'clock in the evening, let us cook and eat by ourselves. Come on, Master Jiu, let's play a punch game, whoever loses?" How about cooking instant noodles?""Don't guess." Bo Jiu hugged the wallet: "I'm still addicted to beauty and can't extricate myself, I'm not in the mood to cook noodles."The man was puzzled, what's the matter with beauty?
