Wealthy stepmother was posted in reverse by cubs

"Yangyang didn't go to bed so late, it must be because Dad, you didn't tell her a bedtime story!"

After Xiaotuanzi's voice fell, the dining table fell into a strange silence, and everyone had their own ideas.

Li Yang's peach-blossom eyes were slightly bent, and he looked at the young friend with a smile, thinking that she was really cute and funny.

Shen Yanchuan raised his eyebrows, feeling a little unhappy.

Is this little kid his own daughter or his stepdaughter?
No matter how big or small, whether it's his fault or not, you have to blame him?

Shen Yanfei took a bite of the bun, looked back and forth between Shen Yanchuan, Youyou and Li Yang, and finally fell on Li Yang.

Li Yang tilted his head to meet his gaze, and slightly raised his eyebrows.

Shen Yanfei pursed her lips, and complained, "It's normal for a young child to listen to bedtime stories, but you are an adult, and you still want to listen to bedtime stories?"

When he said these words, there was a clear dislike on his face.

Li Yang: "..."

Does this guy deserve a beating?
"I don't need to listen to bedtime stories." Li Yang looked at Xiaotuanzi and explained, "I just played too late on my phone last night."

Youyou blinked her big black and bright eyes, and said in a childlike voice, "Isn't it because Dad didn't tell you a bedtime story that you can't fall asleep?"

Li Yang: "No."

Shen Yanchuan looked at the kid on the opposite side, and said coldly: "Do you hear me clearly? It has nothing to do with me."

"Listen clearly." Youyou nodded his head, and continued, "But it still has something to do with Dad."

The man's deep eyes narrowed slightly, "What's the matter?"

Youyou: "It's because Dad, you didn't tell Yangyang a bedtime story, so Yangyang has to play with his mobile phone, and he doesn't fall asleep until late."

Shen Yanchuan: "..."

He felt that this brat was targeting him.

"What do you mean?"

"It means that Dad, you are wrong."

"..."

Shen Yanchuan pressed the tip of his tongue to his cheeks, and smiled, "Why don't you say that she likes to play with mobile phones?"

"What's wrong with liking to play with mobile phones? Many people like to play with mobile phones!" The young friend looked at his father seriously, and said in a childish voice, "Dad, if you tell Yang Yang a bedtime story, she won't feel bored anymore, so she will I can't play with my phone anymore."

Shen Yanchuan: "..."

Anyway, no matter what he said, the little brat has something to say and has reasons to blame him.

He breathed a sigh of relief, suppressed the displeasure in his heart, glanced at Li Yang who was happily eating fried dough sticks and was not affected at all, and said lightly: "Okay, I will tell her a bedtime story tonight, are you satisfied? "

Li Yang: "..."

"Satisfied." Youyou nodded her head, a sweet smile appeared on her porcelain-white and lovely cheeks.

Shen Yanchuan was not in the mood to continue eating breakfast, finished his coffee, greeted the others and got up to leave.

Looking at his father's back, Youyou suddenly thought of something, quickly slid down the stool, and chased after him with his short legs.

"dad……"

Shen Yanchuan heard the voice, raised his eyebrows slightly, and slowed down his pace.

Could it be that the kid realized that what he said just now was very rude and hurt his old father, so he wanted to come over and apologize to him, or say something nice?
Thinking of this, the man's thin lips curled slightly, and he turned his head to look at the little kid who had already caught up, and said calmly, "What's the matter?"

"Yes!" Youyou nodded vigorously, "I have something to tell my father."

Shen Yanchuan's indifferent eyebrows and eyes were tinged with warmth, and he stopped at the entrance, "Speak, I will give you 5 minutes."

"It doesn't take 5 minutes." Xiaotuanzi grinned brightly, and said in a waxy voice, "I just want to tell Dad that if I have time today, I can learn how to tell bedtime stories first!"

Telling a bedtime story is not difficult, but it is not easy to tell a good bedtime story.

Just like my little uncle last night, the bedtime story he told was not pleasant at all, and she almost couldn't fall asleep after listening to it.

But because it was the first time for the little uncle to tell a bedtime story, Youyou felt that he should be encouraged, so he didn't say that the bedtime story he told was ugly.

Shen Yanchuan: "..."

He stopped changing his leather shoes suddenly, and looked sideways at the young and innocent face of the little kid, feeling very absurd.

Not to apologize or to say nice things.

It's here to add fuel to the fire.

Shen Yanchuan closed his eyes, and told himself in his heart that this was his own, and that abandoning a child was an illegal and criminal act.

A few seconds later, the man smiled at the four-year-old child in front of him, the kind of smile that was not on the surface, "Do you have anything else?"

"No." Youyou shook his head.

Shen Yanchuan nodded slightly, "Goodbye."

"Goodbye, Dad." After Youyou finished speaking, she looked at the back of her father leaving, as if she was very lonely.

Xiaotuanzi thought of his father who said that he was very tired at work and had no food a few days ago, and suddenly felt a little sad and worried.

In the past two days, Xiaoxiao has been making dumplings, and there is no food for dad. Did dad eat?

Youyouxiao pursed her mouth and yelled sadly, "Dad!"

Shen Yanchuan frowned slightly when he heard the voice from behind him, worried that this little boy would make more excessive demands, so he couldn't help but quicken his pace.

"Dad!" Youyou was still chasing after him, stepping on marble garden tiles, running fast with his short legs, "Dad, wait a minute!"

The more she shouted, the faster Shen Yanchuan walked.

"Father, wait a moment, young boy..."

Shi Yue and his group arrived in front of the main building in a sightseeing car, and heard the sound of a young friend's milk, followed the sound, and saw her running with a red face, chasing a tall, slender figure, wearing a white shirt and black suit. Trousers, a man exuding luxury.

"Director Shi, is that Youyou's father?" the female colleague asked excitedly.

Shi Yue has been to Shen's house so many times, but he has never met Youyou's father, so he is not sure, "I don't know either."

"Why does he let Youyou chase him?" The female colleague muttered, "He didn't stop and wait."

Shen Yanchuan got into the car and turned his head to look out of the car window. The little kid carved in pink and jade was still running this way.

He frowned and told the driver, "Don't drive yet."

Youyou finally caught up, holding the window sill of the car with her little hands, panting, "Dad, didn't you hear people calling you?"

"No." The man didn't change his expression, "Do you have anything else to do?"

"That's right." Youyou was still gasping for breath, "I want to ask Dad if he wants to eat dumplings! Isn't Dad working very hard and has nothing to eat?"

Shen Yanchuan's eyes darkened, and a trace of surprise flashed across.

Little brat, did you catch up to care about yourself?
He thought he was coming to make more exaggerated demands, so he pretended not to hear her voice.

"What?" Shen Yanchuan took out a handkerchief from his trousers pocket, and leaned over to the car window to wipe the sweat off Youyou's forehead.

Xiaotuanzi's dark eyes lit up instantly, and he stared at Dad intently.

The father in front of me is like the father in the past.

This is how Dad used to wipe Xiaoyou's face!

"Father." Xiaotuanzi said softly, "Youyou miss you so much!"