I Became the Villain’s Own Daughter

Chapter 29: tell a story

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The man was lying on the bed in a bathrobe, habitually reaching for the financial book on the bedside table, flipping a page with his slender, white fingers, before replying indifferently: "I don't want to."

Little Lolita got excited, she just crossed the boundary with one head just now, but now her whole body is about to turn over.

She blinked excitedly: "Then dad, can you tell me? I want to hear it."

"cannot."

The man's side face was indifferent, and he read the book extremely fast. While speaking, he turned another page of the book with his fingers.

"Why not, Dad?"

As she said that, Little Lolita's body has completely turned over.

Her small head moved in front of him, and her jet-black hair hung down her back like a waterfall, just blocking Lu Junhan's view of reading.

Lu Junhan: "..."

Okay, this little troublemaker is really good at finding angles.

In the next second, the little loli looked at him with round clear deer eyes, and her crow-feather eyelashes fluttered a few times like butterfly wings, looking extremely beautiful.

She clenched her fists and said plausibly:

"Other children have stories to listen to, and Lili wants to too."

"Then think about it!"

With a cold face, Lu Jun raised his hand to pick her up, and threw this little thing that crossed the line back to her place.

Little Lolita is small, she didn't stop on the big bed, she just rolled over, she wasn't angry either.

After a while, as if he could not be beaten to death, he began to turn over the quilt in the middle persistently, buzzing like a mosquito:

"Dad! Tell a story, tell a story, tell Lili..."

Lu Junhan took a deep breath, turned his head and stared at her with dark and dangerous eyes: "Will you be able to shut up and sleep after talking about it?!"

The extremely cold gaze made people feel flustered, but Lu Li didn't feel it at all, her white and tender little fat face bulged, and she whispered excitedly and expectantly:

"... Dad, do you really want to tell me?"

"Um."

"Excellent..."

"Once upon a time there was a man, and she died. That's it."

"... so short. Daddy, don't you know how to tell stories?"

"..." Lu Jun swept over coldly: "Shut up and sleep!"

"..."

All right.

Being able to find her father, and now being able to sleep with her again, and listening to a story before going to bed, Lu Li is already very satisfied today.

She obediently covered the quilt to sleep.

Just before falling asleep, she seemed to remember something, her little black head turned over the quilt in the middle again, under the soft and slender black hair, that plump, tender and fair little face was extremely beautiful.

She moaned cutely at the man: "Daddy, good night."

The man looked down at the book indifferently, didn't speak, didn't look up, let alone respond.

The little girl didn't mind either, she lay back on her small body and closed her eyes quietly.

Not long after, her breathing became long and she soon fell into a deep sleep.

After an unknown amount of time, the man raised his head from the book and gave her a deep look.

The little girl curled up and slept on her side, with her little hands resting on her cheeks. The delicate little face facing him was fair and cute, with her little mouth slightly open, quietly like a little angel who had fallen into the mortal world.

But the little brows were slightly frowned, as if a little uncomfortable.

Lu Junhan paused, put down the book in his hand, and raised his hand to turn off the dazzling desk lamp.

The next day, Lu Junhan went to work as usual, and Lu Li naturally wanted to follow, but just after she followed to the door, she was ruthlessly dumped by her bad father to Song Qingwan who had just entered the door.

Song Qingwan liked this little thing very much, and refused to let go of Lu Li while holding her in her arms.

Suddenly hearing that she wanted to go to work with her father, Song Qingwan quickly dismissed her thoughts:

"Lili, it's not that Auntie lied to you! Your dad has a boring job and keeps a straight face all day long. Don't mention how annoying it is, it's better to follow Auntie, who will buy you delicious food later! "

Song Qingwan also wanted to call herself grandma at first, but she always felt that calling herself old was better after thinking about it.

Anyway, she wasn't the real mother of that brat Lu Junhan.

And she's not married yet, she's young, so it's not an exaggeration to call herself aunt!