Fast Travel: The Villain Is Obsessed with Attacking Me

Song Yi turned off the live broadcast, saved the progress of the game first, and then found the person to send the contact information.

But as soon as I sent it, a red exclamation mark appeared in an instant, indicating that it was rejected, and a line of words appeared below it.

The user has turned off the private message function...

"..."

Song Yi frowned slightly, and would not care about it if he was silent, turned off the computer, got up, and left the room with a water glass.

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Father Wen hurried back to the villa, took off his suit jacket and said, "Have you prepared it for her?"

"Yes, Mr. Wen." The housekeeper replied respectfully.

"Go upstairs and see."

Father Wen said, and walked upstairs with a little expectation, followed by the housekeeper.

Standing in front of the door, just about to knock, the door was suddenly opened. The girl was standing by the door with the doll in her arms. She didn't seem to expect him to be there. With a bit of tenderness: "Father."

The girl didn't call mom and dad often since that incident, and it was almost rare for him to hear it.

Father Wen's face instantly softened, his eyes curled up with a smile: "What's the matter, Baby Qiqi?"

Wen Qi tightened his grip on the doll in his hand, lowered his head and said slowly in a low voice: "I'm out of money."

Is your daughter out of money?

Father Wen stared at the butler with wide eyes: "Did you prepare pocket money for Miss?"

The butler was stunned for a moment, then lowered his head and replied, "50 has been prepared."

Father Wen frowned tightly. In his eyes, 50 is not enough for the price of a watch in his hand. He said in a low voice, "How is 50 enough? Transfer 500 million to Qiqi's account as pocket money."

Then he looked at Wen Qi with a smile on his face: "Are good girls enough?"

Wen Qi nodded, pursed her lower lip and said slowly and softly, "Thank you, Dad."

This sentence made Father Wen's heart soften, and he felt like a spring breeze.

He had never felt so useful for the money he earned.

My good daughter asked him for money, so comfortable.

Suddenly, he thought of something again, and coaxed him to speak: "Ashu said, Qi Qi hasn't had lunch today, for the sake of his pocket money, how about eating with Dad?"

Wen Qi blinked her eyes, and her stomach gurgled in unison.

Father Wen heard it too, and frowned: "Qiqi is hungry."

Wen Qi blushed slightly: "Okay."

Sitting at the dining table, Mother Wen hurried home because of the girl's rare change.

She opened a small clothing design company, specializing in high-end design, and she can't take care of the design draft at this time.

She has to go home to eat with her daughter.

In the villa, a family of three sat upright, Wen's father and Wen's mother had already had lunch, and this would be a symbolic meal, and then they kept their eyes on the girl with bright eyes.

Wen Qi picked up the rice slowly, his eyes fell on a dish in the distance, but he didn't do anything, he just ate the rice in the bowl, chewing with his mouth protruding.

Mother Wen immediately brought the dish to the girl, picked up a small pile with chopsticks and piled it in her bowl, and said softly, "Tell mom what Qiqi wants to eat."

Wen Qi swallowed his rice, and replied in a low voice: "Yes."

Not to be outdone, Father Wen put a small bowl of soup in front of her, and said solemnly: "Drink the soup, seaweed egg soup, delicious!"

……

After a meal, Wen Qi went back to the room with the rabbit doll in his arms, and the door shut with a click.

The two of them looked at each other outside the door, and the look in their eyes almost overflowed.

Father Wen raised his hand to call the psychiatrist.

The changes of the girls today let them see hope