The old man: "..."
Song Qingwan: "..."
selling fish...
It's not as good as digging coal and selling houses!
And, baby, you're dying!
How dare you say such things in front of your father!
Don't you know that your father is the most careful person? ! ! !
"Oh, so I'm a fish seller,"
I do not know how long it has been.
The indifferent and handsome man's thin lips overflowed with a cold smile, his black eyes fixed on the little girl, squinted and sneered, and said viciously:
"I do not know how."
The delicate-looking little girl looked confused, completely unaware of the danger coming, scratched her head, and added fuel to the flames with a childish voice:
"Yes, Dad, how could you not know?"
Lu Junhan: "..."
Song Qingwan: "..."
Three seconds later—
I don't know what I saw, Song Qingwan's expression suddenly changed, and she bent over with a "shua"—
He picked up the ignorant and innocent little girl, turned around and ran away!
He ran and said loudly:
"That... brat, brat, calm down! Calm down!! Don't mess around!!"
The indifferent and noble man gritted his teeth and sneered.
He took off the luxury watch on his wrist without looking at it expressionlessly, and threw it on the sofa without looking at it, and said sinisterly:
"Calm down! I think she just needs cleaning up!"
"..."
The little girl was a little angry.
After being put down by Song Qingwan, she turned around, put her hands on her hips angrily, pouted her small mouth, and hummed to the man:
"I'm not wrong, Dad, why are you punishing me? You're just a sell-out—"
"..."
Baby, you are really a master at adding fuel to the fire!
Song Qingwan was really about to cry now, she covered the little girl's mouth with her hand, seeing Lu Junhan's expression turned colder, she couldn't help it for a while.
Turning around suddenly, seeing the old man still sitting on the sofa, he shouted anxiously:
"Dad, Dad, what are you still doing in a daze, come and help! Do you still want to catch your fish?!"
Hearing this, the old man quickly got up from the sofa, and his tall body stood in front of the cold-faced Lu Junhan.
Facing Lu Junhan's cold black eyes, there was a slight embarrassment on his always dignified face.
The old man pressed his fist to his lips and coughed heavily:
"Actually, there is no distinction between high and low occupations, and there is nothing wrong with selling fish. You... cough, you want to open some—"
"Yes," on the other side, Song Qingwan tightly covered the little girl's mouth, and hurriedly said:
"Besides, and if a man and a woman can't kiss each other, Lili really can't beat her. If you do, then, that's indecent."
"..."
"And look, she's about to cry from your fright..."
With a cold face, Lu Jun glanced at the upright little girl who was struggling in Song Qingwan's hands and wanted to speak, and let out a noncommittal cold snort.
Closing his eyes and taking a deep breath, he sneered and sat back on the sofa again.
His eyes narrowed coldly, his thin lips were pursed tightly, and his expression was very worried.
Yep, one more idiot kid.
And this is my own home.
Clean up and can't clean up.
Song Qingwan was relieved to see that he didn't intend to deal with Lili anymore.
However, the president of the dignified Haicheng No. 1 Group has actually been reduced to a street fish seller.
If you don't give me a hard lesson, I'm really sorry for that brat's bad temper.
To prevent Lili from being struck by lightning again in the future and offending that brat again, Song Qingwan thought about it and decided to correct it from the source.
She let go of her hand, squatted down, and asked the little girl softly:
"Lili, who told you that your father sells fish?"