The man was lying on the bed wearing a bathrobe. He reached for the financial book on the bedside table out of habit. He turned a page with his long white fingers, and then replied coldly: "I don't want to."
The little Lolita is getting excited. Just now, her head just crossed the boundary, but now her whole body is about to turn over.
She blinked enthusiastically: "Dad, can you tell me? I want to hear it."
"cannot."
The man¡¯s side face was indifferent, and he was reading very quickly. As he spoke, his fingers turned another page of the book.
"Why not, Dad?"
As she said that, the little Loli's body had completely turned over.
Her little head was close to him, and her black hair hung down her back like a waterfall, blocking Lu Junhan's view of reading.
Lu Junhan: ""
Okay, this little troublemaker is really good at finding angles.
The next second, the little Lolita looked at him with her round, clear deer eyes, and her crow-feather eyelashes fluttered a few times like butterfly wings. She looked extremely beautiful.
She clenched her little fists and said plausibly:
¡°Other children have stories to listen to, and Lili wants to have them too.¡±
¡°Then think about it!¡±
With a cold face, Lu Jun raised his hand to pick her up and threw the little thing that had crossed the line back to her territory.
The little loli was so young that she rolled over on the big bed without stopping, and she wasn't angry at all.
After a while, as if he could not be beaten to death, he began to turn over the quilt in the middle with persistence, buzzing like a mosquito:
"Dad! Tell a story, tell a story, tell it to Lili"
Lu Junhan took a deep breath, turned his head and stared at her with dark and dangerous eyes: "Can you just shut up and go to sleep?!"
The extremely cold gaze made people panic, but Lu Li didn't feel it at all. Her fair and tender little fat face bulged, and she whispered excitedly and expectantly:
"Dad, do you really want to tell me?"
"Um."
"That's great"
"There once was a person, and then she died. That's it."
"It's so short. Dad, don't you know how to tell stories?"
"" Lu Jun coldly swept over: "Shut up and go to bed!"
""
All right.
Being able to find her father, and now being able to sleep with him again, and listening to a story before going to bed, Lu Li was very satisfied today.
She obediently covered herself with the quilt and went to sleep.
Just before she fell asleep, she seemed to remember something, and her black little head turned over the quilt in the middle again. Under her soft and slender black hair, her plump and fair little face was extremely beautiful.
She hummed cutely towards the man: "Good night, daddy."
The man looked down at the book with an indifferent expression. He did not speak or raise his head, let alone respond.
The little girl didn¡¯t mind either. Her little body lay back down again and she closed her eyes quietly.
Soon, her breathing became longer and she fell into a deep sleep.
I don¡¯t know how much time had passed, but the man looked up from his book and gave her a serious look.
The little girl curled up and slept on her side, her little hand resting on her cheek. Her delicate little face facing him was white and cute, her little mouth was slightly open, and she was as quiet as a little angel falling into the mortal world.
But her brows were slightly wrinkled, as if she felt a little uncomfortable.
Lu Junhan paused, put down the book in his hand, and raised his hand to turn off the dazzling desk lamp.
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The next day, Lu Junhan went to work as usual, and Lu Li naturally wanted to follow, but just as she reached the door, her bad father ruthlessly dumped him to Song Qingwan who had just walked in.
Song Qingwan liked this little thing very much and refused to let go of Lu Li once she hugged her.
Suddenly hearing that she wanted to go to work with her father, Song Qingwan quickly dismissed her idea:
"Lili, my aunt is not lying to you! Your dad has a boring job and keeps a straight face all day long. Not to mention how annoying it is, you might as well follow your aunt, and your aunt will buy you delicious food later!" "
Song Qingwan wanted to call herself grandma at first, but she always felt that calling herself old was too old. After thinking about it, it was better to call her aunt.
Anyway, she is not the real mother of that brat Lu Junhan.
¡°And she¡¯s not married yet, she¡¯s still young, so it¡¯s not an exaggeration to call herself an aunt!
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