Five Villain Daddies Are Fighting To Spoil Me

Chapter 512 Mr. Huo does not see outsiders

Zhang Wenyue's eyelids twitched slightly and blurted out:

"Does he also move bricks on the construction site?"

Ye Sang was stunned, the cat's eyes flashed with doubts, and the childlike voice, shook his head subconsciously, and proved to his father: "He doesn't move bricks."

Only Huo Yao and Su Ye are poor.

Father Su eats instant noodles every day.

Sleep club every day.

No money yet.

Ye Sang was able to have such a wrong understanding, thanks to Su Ye's previous poor captain's personal design that was too successful.

The result is that he, who is the richest man in the family, is still a poor man in the eyes of his daughter.

The more Zhang Wen rubbed his temples, he felt that the more he talked about this child, the more outrageous he was?

What about Dad Huo Yao Shen?

All these messy people.

Where can a child get so many dads?

"..."

Zhang Wenyue sat up slightly, looked at her from the front, and said, "My kid, do you know what your father's phone number is?"

Ye Sang shook his head blankly.

The little milk sound stretched a little bit, "I don't know~"

Right.

Children who can't even remember the way are ghosts who can remember their phone number.

Ye Sang lowered his head and hugged his dog silently. The other party stuck out his tongue and licked her. The little guy blinked at the cat's eyes, and the little milk said softly: "Uncle, can I send Sangsang to the door of the company?"

Her little milky voice was pitiful and pleading.

The more Zhang Wen was silent, "Yes."

The issue is……

"Which company do you put you in? Do you know which company?"

He is also a social elite himself, and domestic enterprises and companies have heard of it more or less. As long as it is not too remote, Zhang Wen should have heard of it.

Ye Sang racked her brains to think about her father's company, then she raised her head and told her name very confidently.

Zhang Wenyue was quiet again for a few seconds.

Huo?

Which Huo?

Is it the one he knows?

Zhang Wen was more uncertain, but when he met the hopeful eyes of the little girl, he was quiet for a few seconds, leaned back in the chair, tried his best to control his urge to hit, and asked, "Your father is in Huo Shi? Really? fake?"

"Also." He paused and asked again: "Even if your father is really in Huo, the problem is that we can't get in."

Ye Sang thought about it.

She changed her mind and obediently put her little face over, "Wait for Dad to get off work~"

That way you can block him.

The little guy raised his hand and patted his little head.

She is really a clever child.

The corner of Zhang Wenyue's mouth twitched slightly.

I also know empathy.

Fine.

It happened to be off work today, and he also had time to accompany this kid to mess around here.

Zhang Wenyue once again lamented his kindness.

It's a good thing for other people to encounter such a child with a lack of a string in the head not to drop her.

He also worked hard to help her find her father.

Zhang Wenyue sighed in his heart, and drove the car to the location of Huo's company.

This time, it was almost noon, Ye Sang slept in the car, one person and one dog peacefully, sleeping exceptionally sweet.

The small cloth bag was dropped onto the car.

Zhang Wenyue leaned forward to help her pick it up. There were some children's toys inside, which were small and exquisite, and looked very valuable.

It's not like the kids in the township can afford it.

He bent over to help her pack her things.

When the company was about to get off work, Zhang Wen woke up the little girl, rubbed her messy little curls, and said: "Uncle will take you to the company."

"What does your dad do? Where does he work? Huh?"

Ye Sang rubbed his eyes and was slightly stunned. He pointed his little finger at the top floor with a serious expression: "Here!"

"Baba is called Huo Yao. Baba is the boss."

Zhang Wenyue: "..."

He finally understood what the little girl meant before.

Her father is Mr. Huo? ? ?

The man only finds it absurd and inexplicable, a little girl from a township, whose father is Huo Yao?

How did she go to the country?

Or is it an illegitimate daughter living outside?

Zhang Wenyue beat a drum slightly in his heart, opened the car door uncertainly, took the hand of the child, and raised his foot to walk towards Huo's gate.

The farther away he was, the more panicked he was.

Fearing that the little girl lied, she didn't dare to go upstairs. Instead, she asked the front desk first, pointed to the child in front of her, and asked, "Can you please call Mr. Huo, please?"

"Just say his daughter is here."

"I have been looking for him for a long time."

daughter?

These two words evoked the lady at the front desk, and she put her eyes on the child with uncertainty. After a while, she nodded slightly, "Okay."

She remembered that their president had a daughter.

As to whether it is the one in front of us, it remains to be discussed.

The lady at the front desk hurriedly called Huo Yao, and it was Zhao Tezhu who answered him, so you don't need to think about it and know the boss is busy.

Adhering to the principle of less nonsense, the lady at the front desk spoke quickly and fluently: "That's it. We have a man here with a child, and it is Mr. Huo's daughter. Would you like to see me?"

daughter?

Zhao Tezhu was slightly taken aback, and immediately showed a polite smile, and said politely: "Well then, let them go back first."

"Mr. Huo has left the company."

"Come back tomorrow."

After he finished speaking, he didn't care.

daughter?

What a joke.

In the past month, their president has been working overtime except for releasing low pressure at the company.

Besides, didn't the little lady go home with her mother?

All the scammers here came to the door of the company.

The front desk was not surprised by this result. They spread their hands and whispered helplessly: "Sorry little sister, we don't accept relatives here."

Ye Sang's little hand tugged at the clothes, the little milk said in a low voice, "But..."

She is really his daughter.

The little guy did not give up and turned out a small watch from the small cloth bag, and said on tiptoe: "This is from my father."

The little girl raised her little head slightly, and her pupils were shining when she mentioned her father, this little appearance couldn't bear anyone seeing it.

The lady at the front desk sighed, bent over and touched the little guy's head, and said warmly: "My little friend, our Zhao special assistant said that Mr. Huo would not accept confession."

"Also, they have already left, do you want to see tomorrow?"

Ye Sang was dumbfounded, looking at the little watch in her hand, tears rolling in her eyes, she sniffed, and politely said thank you sister.

One step at a time, he followed Zhang Wen and left here.

The more Zhang Wen looked at her fainting, he couldn't help but said: "...cry if you want to cry."

The little girl turned her little head away, and pointed it at him, "People don't cry."

She is not a little crying bag.

Zhang Wenyue: "...OK."

"You are not a little crying bag."

"But you should have heard clearly, Huo always sees no outsiders."

(End of this chapter)