Quick Transmigrate to Have a Boyfriend

"In the playground, my little father promised you to be your little father, and you also agreed. He was your little father."

Jiang youyou cried to death, "why do you want me to call him uncle? He is the little father, and he is the little father of you."

Jiang languo sighs gently, picks up her daughter and wipes her tears.

"Dad is sad enough to comfort you."

"Why does the father want to leave the little dad with you and dad?" Jiang youyou wept and belched without delay.

The child was crying.

Jiang languor heavy Mou: "I can't always cheap ah."

The child didn't understand what his father said. She just knew the fact that she and his father had not seen him for a long time.

Both of them think about little dad, but they can't.

"Dad, I want a little Dad..." Jiang Youyou, tired of crying, hangs on Jiang Yong's body and sleeps in a daze.

I just said I was hungry, and now I'm asleep again. Jiang Yi puts the little fart child on the little bed.

Put down the takeaway on the tea table, and Jiang Lang walks to the balcony with a box of cigarettes. Just when I lit it, I remembered that Yisu didn't like it, and Jiang languo put it out.

He looked at the dark day with deep eyes. At this time, if they were still around Yisu, they would have finished their meal and watched TV on children's channel together.

Jiang Lang never likes these things. Even if Jiang youyou likes them, he can't do them. He always works with children's childish problems.

But Yisu can. He seems to have endless energy for children. He dotes on his daughter, and dotes on him.

He spoils Jiang youyou's bad temper even more, and his taste becomes more and more obstinate.

Now that she has left Yisu, youyou has lost one or two catties. Children who are nearly four years old don't have much weight. I've lost weight Jiang languo is at a loss.

Nourishing liquid is not good to drink. She just wanted to have fish soup with eggs cooked by her little father.

She can also describe the Yisu soup, fresh fish and tender meat, milk white soup thick, especially good to drink

Jiang languo looks at the takeout on the tea table, and he doesn't want to eat any more. If you are hungry, if you wrap it to a certain extent, you will not be hungry.

Unknowingly, Jiang languo can also sleep on the balcony. When he wakes up, it is grey and bright. Unable to breathe, he realized that he had a cold and went back to his room to find some medicine to take.

After sitting for a few hours, it's time for you to go to school.

Jiang languor knocked on the door, waiting for a few seconds, the door opened, Jiang youyou a head of messy hair, body also with a bad smell, she himself disliked himself, "Dad, I don't want to go to kindergarten."

"When you go there, someone will tie your hair and make it fragrant, you know?"

"But there is no small dislike. I'm not interested in making fragrant incense."

Ginger languor reluctantly with his craft, tied a braid for his daughter, and accidentally saw a man when he went out.

They looked at each other and fell into silence. His heart beat too fast, as if to hear the other party's heart beating faster.

"Little Dad!" Jiang youyou immediately let go of Jiang's languid hand. He is very close to Yisu, and he has to run for two or three steps.

Holding the leg of Yisu, Jiang youyou said happily, "little dad, I miss you so much. I really miss you so much."

Yisu is afraid of Jiang languo's eyes, that he doesn't get close to youYou, and that there is dislike and dislike in his eyes.

"I..." Yisu opened his mouth, only felt that his heart was sour and bitter, and it was hard to say the original draft.

"Yo Yo, it's time for us to go to school." The man came forward.

When he led Jiang Youyou, he was very close to Yisu. Let Yisu's mood collapse, "brother Jiang..."