National School Prince Is A Girl

"Dad."

This is the first time someone called.

Seeing nest on the sofa, the man with a comic book on his face ignored her.

Someone ran over, set up, and opened the comic book: "Mr. Bo, I need to tell you something."

"What's the matter?" The man yawned, lazily, and didn't seem to be a father at all: "Which glass did you break, or did you bully and cry again, Bo Xiaojiu? I have talked about children's shoes many times. Be a little more serious. I remember that you should be thinking by standing in front of the window. "

"Originally I was thinking." Bo Jiuyi looked serious: "Later the soul was hooked."

The man groaned, his handsome face, with black hair, gave an uninhibited feeling: "I believe in your evil."

"Dad, I think we should have a good talk." Bo Jiu's eyes widened, and the tiger's tail swept away.

The man carelessly supported his jaw: "Thank goodness, you finally have the consciousness to have a good talk with me, what do you want to talk about, the children you have beaten since you moved here."

"They are all older than me, three years older than me. I'm not a kid anymore. I'm a kid." Bo Jiu touched his cat's ear: "It's a bit shy."

The man lay back and slender long legs clasped: "Shy? You? Baby, you don't have this word at all, let's say, what do you want to do."

Bo Jiu thought about it, first ran to the side, then ran back again, holding a piggy bank in his hand: "I want to buy something."

"Small things like shopping, do you even come to tell me specifically?" The man stood up and touched his daughter's piggy bank with his finger: "Jiuye, there seems to be a black card I gave you.

When did his daughter act so lavishly?

Bo Jiuxiao's face is serious: "Things are expensive."

Although it is not clear how much it is worth.

But looking at it is quite expensive.

Thinking of this, Bo Jiu looked again at the next door. It was a pity that after the little princess entered, she never came out again.

The man heard the words and smiled with his mouth closed. He was probably too handsome and brought a kind of evil spirits. Even if he was wearing a white shirt, he still gave a beautiful impact: "You ask your mother about this, I do n’t own the money at home, do n’t forget, my current status is a soft meal. "

Little Bo Jiu sometimes admires her dad, in front of her mother, like a little milk dog.

When her mother was away.

In the next second, it seems like a different person.

Her dad said it was a little secret between the two of them and could not tell her mother.

Mothers make money to support their families, they are responsible for selling cute.

Xiao Bojiu has no opinion.

Anyway, her dad is all grown-up and can still sell cute.

She is a five-year-old child, and wearing a tiger pajamas is nothing.

"Then when will Mom come back today?" When Bo Jiu asked, he poked himself in the face, a little itchy.

Her dad never took the children. He heard her daughter ’s question, and a handsome face was very bitter: “At eleven in the evening, let ’s cook for ourselves, come, Jiuye, guess a punch, who lost who How about cooking instant noodles? "

"Don't guess." Bo Jiu held his wallet. "I'm still addicted to beauty and I can't help myself. I'm not in the mood to cook noodles."

The man wondered, what's this matter about beauty?