Five Villain Daddies Are Fighting To Spoil Me

Chapter 114

Huo Chenyu squeezed her face and grinded her teeth and whispered: "That was the teacher who was originally looking for you, do you want to get it back?"

"Woo...no nest, no nest..." The little guy's round cat pupils slightly widened, his small face was pinched and bulged, and his speech was slurred.

She was forced by her grandpas to learn all kinds of piano, chess, calligraphy and painting since she was a child.

Guzheng Danqing.

I don't want to learn anymore.

...

As a result, my brother didn't seem to think so.

Huo Chenyu twisted his brows slightly, looked at the slurred little guy, and said, "Brother asks you if you want?"

Ye Sang: "No..." She doesn't want it!

"No. You think." The young boy didn't want to interrupt her. He glanced at Shen Yao, whose eyebrows were full of lust, and the corners of his eyes were slightly curved, full of ridicule.

The teacher who robbed his sister?

After he agreed.

"Don't don't don't~" The little guy shook his head frantically and hugged his thigh tightly to keep him from walking.

"Woo..." She wanted to cry now when she saw Dan Qing, and she really didn't want to experience this kind of folk suffering anymore.

Huo Chenyu looked at the legs tightly hugged, and the corners of his lips twitched, completely hating iron and steel.

This is Huo Yao's daughter.

Not to mention resolute and resolute, cruel, but the character should not be so soft.

The young boy squatted down, pinched the little guy's cheek, and muttered, "Stupid."

It's like a soft bun.

Don't have a temper at all?

*

Mr. Ye stroked his beard, glanced at Mr. Huo unpredictably, and said with a smile: "It's not that I don't want to accept your granddaughter as a disciple."

"Accepting a disciple depends on fate, and it has nothing to do with birth."

"This little girl is so cute, it fits my eyes, not to mention that she is talented in Danqing."

"Your little granddaughter is only five years old, right?"

What does a five-year-old kid know?

He is here to teach apprentices, not to raise children.

Elder Huo said unconvincedly: "What's wrong with the five-year-old? Although my granddaughter is a little younger, do you still want to do things like Danqing? You can't teach it slowly?"

Although he also knew that his granddaughter was not for learning this stuff at first glance.

But don't the little girls want face? I really let my precious granddaughter know that she was rejected, and she might be sad to the point of crying.

Elder Ye didn't bother to waste his tongue with this calf protector.

When he saw Shen Yao, there was a lot of smile in his eyes, then he looked at the boy next to the little girl, his eyes paused, and he asked, "This is...?"

I only noticed this little apprentice just now, but didn't notice that there was another boy.

Elder Ye was a little puzzled.

How low is the child's presence.

"Is this your brother?" The two are actually quite similar, both of them are relatively good-looking looks, Mr. Ye is not surprised.

Shen Yao nodded, "Yes."

Mr. Ye was involuntarily interested, he asked, "Do you know ink painting?"

Yan An shook his head in silence.

will not.

"I can learn..." After a pause, the little boy said in a low voice.

He can't paint, it's not that Shen Yan is stupid.

It is because Shen Yao has been painting for nearly a year from the age of five to achieve this achievement, and he has not even touched a Danqing pen.

Mr. Ye didn't believe in evil, so he simply asked him to come to the scene.

He hadn't thought about how difficult it was for a five-year-old child who had never touched a paintbrush.

Shen Yanan couldn't, so he could only drive the duck to the shelf and learn the appearance of Shen Yao just now, gently writing on the rice paper.

However, because he didn't control his strength well, a cloud of black ink was blown out abruptly.

In an instant, Old Man Ye's face turned dark.

Shen Yanan tightened the pressure of the brush slightly, and listened to Mr. Ye's air: "I shouldn't let you try."

"I thought my elder sister had this kind of talent, and my younger brother knew it even if he didn't have the basic skills."

I never expected this kind of spicy eye error when I came up.

This is simply unbearable for Ye Old Master.

"Heh." He remembered what the boy said before, and couldn't help but sarcastically said:

"I don't think that except this Yao girl, everything else is not close to my eyes."

Mr. Ye obviously regarded him as the kind of person who swelled his face and filled up fat, and wouldn't try to do anything more.

He sneered and said: "I don't even know the most basic, and I'm not ashamed to learn it."

"You'd better not touch the paintbrush in the future, kid."

"It's good for you and Dan Qing."

...

Ye Sang watched this farce blankly, and suddenly remembered...

There is a description of Shen Yanan in the novel.

Become famous when he was young, a business ghost.

It is clearly written in the novel.

This little boy should be extremely talented in ink painting, and he has loved these things since he was a child.

But later, because of Ye Lao's humiliation, he never touched the paintbrush ever since.

Obviously...

Yan An did nothing wrong.

But there is a group of people who blamed these things on him for no reason.

The little guy was watching, his cheeks bulged slightly, and the round cat pupil was full of annoyance.

She will not swear.

But following Huo Yao for a long time, he can learn more or less words under the influence of ears and eyes.

The little guy dragged the milk cavity and shouted at the old Mr. Ye who was about to leave arrogantly:

"Old, old man!"

Huo Yao: "..."

Shen Chuchen: "..."

What did they hear?

The little girl saw so many people looking at her, she lowered her head a little embarrassedly, revealing the soft top of her hair.

Then I thought of what this person said just now, Ye Sang couldn't help but straighten his waist, raised his small face in anger, and said in a loud voice, "I will."

She grew up with her grandfather.

Three-year-old was carried to learn various things.

She doesn't know how high one of the grandfathers is in Danqing, but when the little guy usually follows him, he heard the grandfather sigh and say:

"I'm not aiming at anyone, I mean everyone here is a hot chicken. Anyway, I am also the first person in the Danqing world."

During the time she was forced to study, a group of grandpas would sigh from time to time about their great achievements in their youth.

What's twittering in the ear, they used to be the number one, the number one person in various fields.

The little guy sometimes doesn't understand what they are talking about.

But it does not prevent her from saying that her grandfather is number one.

...

Before Mr. Ye had time to get angry, he heard her brazen remarks, and he immediately turned back and smiled: "My child, what did you say?"

She will?

A child who looked at the age of four or five years old is already so thick that the sky is so thick?

Ye Sang stood up dumbly, and the cat blinked, guarding Yan An behind him, bulging his cheeks and suddenly said:

"I will."

She learned from her grandfather's tone at the time, dragging her childish voice, and said with a milky voice: "People and people are not aimed at anyone."

Ye Sang whispered:

"...I mean all of you here are spicy chicken."

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