I Became the Villain’s Own Daughter

Chapter 459 Four Little Flowers

As soon as Hughes finished his words, the little guys glanced at each other, a trace of sympathy flashed across their eyes.

It's like saying: Hey, Uncle Lu doesn't seem to be as smart as Uncle Lu said.

Thinking about this, Xiao Lu Li felt that uncle doctors were so pitiful.

So, the tender little hand patted the arm of Hughesl sitting on the sofa, his **** and clear eyes opened, and the tender and crisp little milk voice comforted him.

"It's okay, uncle, don't be sad, in fact we won't either! We are just like you, we can be stupid, we are all big idiots! It won't be normal!"

Hustle: "..."

Song Qingwan: "..."

Qu Qianqian hurriedly said: "Yes, uncle, it doesn't matter if you are a fool, we won't despise you, you just need to look good."

Zhang Yiming and Jian Xiyan nodded desperately beside them.

Zhang Yiming: "Yes, uncle, you don't need to be inferior at all. My dad told me that what a good-looking person does is right!"

Hustle: "..."

Song Qingwan: "..."

Are you kids so superficial that you only look at your face? ! !

Also, who do you say is stupid and inferior! ! !

Hearing from the corner of the door, the people from the Hustle team almost couldn’t help laughing. This is probably the first time the boss was called an idiot, and there is no way to refute it. These little guys are so good at them. You must be forced on the road, every sentence makes you want to kill them! But I couldn't help but want to laugh.

They are four little tricks.

The good upbringing that Hughesle has cultivated for more than 30 years almost broke. He glanced at Song Qingwan faintly, and Song Qingwan made a fist and coughed lightly, embarrassed:

"They are just a little naive, ahem, this is not stupid."

Hustle: "..."

He took a deep breath, his blue and indifferent eyes fell on them, and he changed the subject calmly, his voice still cold and warm, without ups and downs:

"Not to do homework?"

"Yes," the little girl raised her hand and patted her head, her eyes widened, "we are about to start homework!"

With that said, the little girl hurriedly took her homework over and praised Hughesl excitedly and unscrupulously: "Uncle, you are so amazing! Actually know that we haven't done homework yet! My father doesn't know. You are so amazing!"

The little girl completely forgot what she just wanted Hughesl to teach her homework.

Hustle: "..."

At this moment, Qu Qianqian came over with his homework, and when he heard the words, her eyes brightened, "Uncle, you are so good, then do you know which page we are going to do today? There will be a prize if you guessed it!"

Zhang Yiming was also interested: "Yes, uncle, guess which page of homework we are going to write today. If you guess it right, I will give you all my candy!"

The little girl raised her little hand excitedly: "Me, and me! I also give my uncle all my candy!"

Jian Xiyan and Qu Qianqian nodded, saying that they are fine and they can give all their sugar to Hughesll.

Hughesl saw that the topic was once again turned off.

The slender and pale fingers lifted up, pressed their temples, closed their eyes, took a deep breath, and then opened them again, deep blue eyes with deep impatience.

Hughesle has been in the position of a superior over the years, and no one dared to refute or resist the orders passed down. Now he wants to teach them to do homework, but he is repeatedly interrupted, not to mention how annoying he is.

Song Qingwan seemed to know what he was thinking, and quickly stopped him:

"Hey, calm down, calm down, these four are the little flowers of our motherland. The future of our country cannot be beaten, really cannot be beaten. Moreover, if their father finds the door, you may not be able to get out of this hospital."

Song Qingwan thought for a while, and said sincerely: "But you can scold them..."

Hustle: "..."

Speaking of this, Song Qingwan paused and said in a low voice: "By the way...Do you curse in Chinese? They may not understand Mandarin."

Hustle: "..."

"Scold them?"

Hughesl hadn't spoken yet, but the little girl next to her, hearing Song Qingwan's words, murmured thoughtfully.

When Song Qingwan saw this, she was afraid that the little girl would cry out when she knew that Hughesle was going to scold her.

At that time, the scene might be more difficult to clean up, so he said quickly:

"Hey, Lili, you got it wrong. Uncle actually meant—"

"Uncle, who are you going to scold?"

Who knows, not only did the little girl not cry, she opened her big wet clean eyes, tilted her head, and asked them with a confused look: "Is someone bullying you?"

Obviously, the little girl only heard half of her words.

Qu Qianqian also listened to a part, mainly because Song Qingwan's voice was low, she was vaguely heard, and only vaguely heard a few words, but this did not prevent her from filing a complaint. Her little milk sounded crisply:

"Sister Lili, I know! I know! I heard it just now. Aunt Song said that my uncle wanted to scold the four little flowers! Four flower fairies must have bullied the uncle! These four little flower fairies must be It's four bad guys!"

Hustle: "..."

Song Qingwan: "..."

Zhang Yiming also passed by, staring and saying:

"Four? No wonder my uncle can't scold them!"

With that said, Zhang Yiming cast an extremely sympathetic look at Hughesl.

Qu Qianqian couldn't help but choked up: "Yes, uncle is so poor."

Jane Xiyan looked compassionate, and raised the writing board to Hughesl to see: Sorrow.

Hustle: "..."

Song Qingwan: "..."

There is no dead in his family, what a sorrow! ! ! !

Oh shit.

I really want to abuse children.

I really want to kill one by one.

Seeing that Hughesl didn't say a word, only slightly grinded his molars, his blue and cold eyes narrowed, his whole body exuding coldness.

The little girl thought he was too sad, raised her black, bright, clear eyes, and the little milky voice comforted him:

"Uncle, don't be afraid, we can help you scold them together! Really! And there are only four of them, we have five people here! Let me tell you, sister Qianqian and I can scold people very badly. Our father has been scolded and cryed by us! At that time, my father's eyes were red when I scolded him, and he was about to cry when he looked at it!"

Song Qingwan: "..."

Are you sure your dad’s eyes are not red by you? ?

Moreover, you little fat girl will only curse back and forth, bad dad, bad guy, bad guy, not as lethal as crying, and you will swear if you are a fart!

"Yes, uncle," Qu Qianqian flexed her hands and raised her white little chin. The little milky voice said proudly: "You can rest assured to give us these four little flowers! We promise that we will scold them miserably. of!"

Zhang Yiming nodded desperately: "That's right! These four bad guys dare to bully Uncle you, they just wait to cry to death!"

Jian Xiyan raised the writing board: Don't be polite to us, don't worry, no money.

Song Qingwan: "..."

There was not much expression on Hustle's face anymore. He looked faintly, and even had an expressionless facial paralysis.

(End of this chapter)