The indifferent man sitting on the sofa listened to the sad sobbing of the little girl.
With a gloomy and cold handsome face, sharp brows and eyes showing unreasonable irritability, and thin lips tightly pursed.
He felt that he couldn't make sense with women... women!
So he has always annoyed two kinds of people:
One is a woman and the other is a child.
Women are usually unreasonable, and they like to make excuses and mess around.
The child is mentally retarded, has a low IQ, has difficulty communicating, and cries a lot.
And this little troublemaker is so alive, he takes both of them.
Lu Junhan's expression was so heavy that water dripped out, as if he was on the verge of erupting at any moment.
He stared coldly at the pretty little girl with tears all over his face, frowning tightly.
After a while, he leaned on the sofa, crossed his arms, and sneered:
"Speaking of it, you just think you have too little sugar, don't you?"
As he said that, he didn't bother to care about the little girl's reaction, so he turned his head with a cold face, and glanced at the assistant who was still stunned by the door.
Seeing this, the assistant immediately took out the phone knowingly:
"Then I'll ask someone to deliver a cartful of candy—"
"don't want!"
The little girl's dark and beautiful eyes flashed a trace of panic, and tears kept rolling in her eyes: "...Lili, don't want Tangtang!"
Lu Junhan stared at her gloomyly, his stinky face almost said "What the hell is wrong with you!"
But the little girl didn't seem to see his frightening expression, and hugged Lu Junhan weeping, with tears in her dark eyes, the little milk voice choked pitifully and said:
"Dad, don't buy it. You are already very poor now. If you buy Tangtang again, you will be poorer... Lili doesn't want Dad to become poorer..."
The little girl talked, as if she couldn't bear it.
Her soft white hands grabbed her father's clothes, her little head was buried in Lu Junhan's arms, and she cried louder and louder.
Even a cold-blooded and ruthless person like the old man who has never had much sympathy can easily hear the sadness in her words.
It seems that the fact that her father is poor really makes her very sad.
Lu Junhan: "..."
Lu Junhan took a deep breath, suppressed his violent temper, lowered his black eyes slightly, and looked at her expressionlessly, not to mention the sarcasm in his cold tone:
"To put it bluntly, I have to dig coal, so you're happy, right?"
The little girl's eyes lit up, and then she nodded her head desperately. The little milk said very seriously:
"Yes, Dad, if you dig coal, Lili will be very happy!"
"..."
You are fucking happy, but I am not.
The little girl spoke so enthusiastically that she even forgot to cry. She hugged her father's neck with her little hands, her big black eyes flickered, not to mention how cute she was:
"Moreover, mining coal is very profitable! Two hundred yuan an hour! Dad, you must have never seen so much money, have you?"
Lu Junhan: "..."
Song Qingwan hurried over and held down Lu Junhan, who was about to lose his temper and felt a gloomy chill all over his body.
Just thinking about it, how about taking the little girl who has been dying all the time and taking her away first.
However, at this moment, the little girl lowered her eyes, lowered her voice, and said aggrievedly:
"Originally, Lili also wanted to go, but Brother Yiming said that his father only recruits strong adults, and Lili is an older child, not an adult, so he can't go..."
As soon as Song Qingwan heard this, she knew it was over.
A certain brat is about to show his lower limit again.
Sure enough, the gloomy look on the face of the indifferent and noble man disappeared in an instant, and instead he lazily leaned back on the sofa.
He glanced coldly at the excited little girl from the side, and said casually:
"Then I may not be able to go."
The little girl was talking happily, but when she heard this, her eyes widened: "Why, why?"
"Because your father and I are very weak," Lu Junhan looked at her lightly, and wrote lightly, "If you dig coal, you will die."
Song Qingwan: "..."
The old man: "..."