No. 1860

"Dad."

This was the first call someone made.

Seeing the man curled up on the sofa with a comic book covering his face, he ignored her.

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

"What is it?" The man yawned, looking lazy, not like a father at all: "Did you break someone's glass, or did you bully a kid and make him cry again, Bo Xiaojiu, I have told you many times that you should be more serious in life. I remember you should be standing in front of the window and thinking about your mistakes now."

"I was thinking about it." Bo Jiu said seriously: "Then my soul was hooked away."

The man snorted, his handsome face, with black hair, gave people an unruly feeling: "I believed your lies."

"Dad, I think we should have a good talk." Bo Jiu had a pair of big eyes, and the little tiger's tail was still sweeping.

The man propped his chin nonchalantly: "Thank God, you finally have the awareness to have a good talk with me. What do you want to talk about? Talk about the kids you have beaten since you moved in."

"They are all older than me, three years older, so they are not kids. I am the kid." Bo Jiu touched his cat ears: "It's a bit shy to say it."

The man lay back, with his long legs folded: "Shy? You? Baby, you don't have this word at all. Tell me, what do you want to do."

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

"Buying something is such a small thing, and you came to tell me specifically?" The man stood up and touched his daughter's piggy bank with his fingers: "Master Jiu, there seems to be a black card I gave you in it.

When did his daughter spend so much?

Bo Jiu's little face was serious: "The things are expensive. "

Although it's not clear how much it's worth.

But it looks expensive.

Thinking of this, Bo Jiu looked towards the next room again. It was a pity that the little princess never came out after she went in.

The man smiled with his mouth hooked when he heard the words. Maybe he was too handsome and had a kind of evil. Even if he was wearing a white shirt, he still gave people a shock of beauty: "You should ask your mother about this. I don't make the decision on the money at home. Don't forget that my current identity is a gigolo."

Little Bo Jiu sometimes admired her father very much. In front of her mother, she was like a little milk dog.

When her mother was not around.

And in the next second, she seemed to have changed into a different person.

Her father said that this was a little secret between the two of them and couldn't tell her mother.

Mom made money to support the family, and they were responsible for being cute.

Little Bo Jiu had no objection.

Anyway, her father was an adult and could still be cute.

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

"When will mom come back today? "When Bo Jiu asked, he poked his face, it was a little itchy.

Her father has never been good at taking care of children. When he heard his daughter's question, his handsome face was quite resentful: "It's 11 o'clock in the evening. Let's cook for ourselves. Come on, Jiu Ye, let's play rock-paper-scissors. Whoever loses will cook instant noodles. How about that?"

"No guessing." Bo Jiu held the wallet and said, "I'm still addicted to beauty and can't extricate myself. I don't feel like cooking noodles."

The man was confused. What does this have to do with beauty?

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