After everyone was reborn, the villain's daughter survived by being cute

On the other side, looking at his little host's face that was filled with worry, 017 coaxed him like a child: [Baby, uncle just checked on your little sister, she's fine.]

[Although there are many cuts on my body from the glass, they are all shallow. It's okay. If you treat it properly, there won't even be scars. ]

[But it will definitely be painful. If you are really worried, uncle has some pain-relieving medicine here.]

[Wait a moment, when no one is paying attention, uncle will give it to you, and you can just give it to this little sister. ]

The little girl sobbed and cried with red eyes. She sniffed and asked stumblingly: "But...but Zhuzhu has no money..."

Hearing this, 017 said in a soft electronic mechanical voice: [Don't worry about this, baby. We are doing very well in our mission of persuading people to come to this world.]

[Your father Bo Yanzhou and your brother Bo Shiyu's mission to influence others has been completed, and you will be awarded 3,000 points.]

[Your sister's progress is 90%, but there is still a hidden task that has not been opened. Pei Du's progress is 93%, but there is still a hidden task point that has not been opened.]

[These two count as 1,000 points, so baby, you are now a truly rich person! You can buy everything in the mall! ]

The little girl clutched her paws and cried, her shoulders shaking. She paused and looked up at the dazzling shopping mall.

Ok.

There are so many messy words that I can't understand.

I can't understand the Fat Mushroom series at all.

But no matter what, as long as my sister doesn't feel any pain, that's good enough~

"La Zhuzhu wants her sister to not have any scars, Duyaoyao~" A pair of tearful eyes looked at 017 pitifully.

017 How can I bear this?

He nodded without hesitation: [Okay, okay, this mall also has it. When there are fewer people, uncle will give it to you, okay? ]

After hearing this, Naituanzi finally felt better.

He blew his paws on his face, trying to wipe away his tears.

After wiping for a long time without any success, the little girl skillfully raised her hand and grabbed the tie her father tied around his neck and wiped it on her face.

Bo Yanzhou closed his eyes helplessly: "............"

Ok.

President Bo actually has a headache about this.

For some reason, his stubborn son always seems to think that the tie around his neck is not a tie, but a bib.

So every time I cried because of grievance, I liked to snuggle in his arms and pull his tie to wipe my tears.

He still remembered one time when he didn't wear a tie and his daughter happened to be crying because she felt aggrieved that day.

But because he was not wearing a tie at the time, the little baby without a bib just stared at him eagerly.

What a pitiful little look.

Just like now, curled up there pitifully, with a red nose and red eyes, Bo Yanzhou felt both funny and distressed.

He immediately pulled out his custom-made tie worth 500,000 yuan and rubbed it on the kid's face twice.

Tuanzi's mouth suddenly pouted, and even her chubby little face turned a little redder.

Pei Yuzhi narrowed his eyes upon seeing this and pushed Bo Yanzhou aside. Then he took out a handkerchief from somewhere and started to wipe Zhuzhu'er's face.

While wiping, he muttered in disdain: "You have so much energy in a day! Can't you wipe the child's face gently?"

President Bo: "........."

At this moment, a cold scolding mixed with disgust was heard.

The man with a cold temperament stood there, looking at his blood-related daughter with disgust.

Without caring about the presence of others, he immediately asked the little girl, "Why are you hiding here so clumsily?!"

"You pushed this thing over again, didn't you? I knew you were as disgusting as your mother!"

Ok.

Her biological father was standing right in front of her, watching her back being riddled with broken glass.

The first words out of his mouth were not of concern...but of accusation.

She was convicted of a crime without any agreement.

The little girl's eyes became wet, and she subconsciously avoided the gaze, curled up and took a few steps back.

She bit her lip, stared at him stubbornly without blinking, clenched her hands and carefully explained as if she was afraid of making her father angry: "Dad, I didn't push you... I didn't..."

Song Qingchen didn't want to listen, so he interrupted without even thinking: "Who else could be so vicious except you!?? If you don't come out, nothing will happen! Once you are brought out, trouble will happen wherever you go!"

The tip of her nose felt sore and the three-year-old girl could no longer hold back her tears, shaking and choking.

This questioning made the already quiet banquet hall even quieter.

Shen Duan, who followed by the side, showed reluctance: "Don't say that about her. Although her mother is not very good, she is your daughter after all..."

After he finished speaking, the man, who originally showed a little disgust on his face, looked more like he was set on fire!

He just stared at her intently, his eyes filled with hatred that made him want to devour her completely: "I would rather she died!"

Her long eyelashes trembled.

Although there were traces of tears on his face, showing that he had suffered a great blow, his drooping eyes were cold.

There wasn't even a hint of grief on his face.

Ah...

The girl lowered her head and lowered her eyes, with a dark light flashing in her eyes that was half mocking and half cold.

The red eyes from crying and the pitiful expression looked a bit weird when you looked at it carefully at this moment.

Just curse me if you want.

They are all cannon fodder in the book anyway.

The final outcome is nothing but death.

Whether in this life...

Last life...

The last life before that was when she first awakened...

From beginning to end, all she had to do was survive!

Live without any control!!!

Correct.

That's right.

Song Jiaojiao was reborn.

To be precise, the little people in the book awakened and were reborn.

That was the third night after she was brought back.

It was raining heavily...

She had nightmares.

She ran from the warehouse to the main building crying, holding her toys in her arms.

A three-year-old child doesn’t understand what’s right and wrong among adults.

All she knew was that her mother was dead and her only relative was her father.

She thought... Dad looked so gentle during the day, if he knew she had a nightmare...

Would her father hug her and say to her, "Jiaojiao, don't be afraid, your father is here?"

Will he also touch her head and praise her like they do on TV: She is so good?

She didn't know, but she was looking forward to it.

Because her father gave her a very big room.

There was a big bed, a table, a lot of strange and colorful buckets, and a gray and lotus-colored little rabbit doll.

so...

She thought, dad should like her, right?

If he didn't like her, why would he give her such a big house and such a bed?

Not only that, she can also eat many different meals every day.

Dad must like her!

Just thinking this, she happily ran over with her toy in her arms.

But she was wrong...

The man in the white shirt was tall, with the same gentle face and the same voice.

But why...look at her like that?

What kind of look is that?

Song Jiaojiao didn't understand.

Blinking, she walked forward holding her little rabbit doll and tugged at the corner of Song Qingchen's clothes.

But in the next second!

There was a "pop" sound.

Her father grabbed her hair, dragged her outside the main building, and slapped her hard to the ground.

"Who allowed you to appear in front of me!?"

"That bitch killed Yun Zhi, why didn't you die with her???"

She was stunned for a moment, her cheeks ached terribly, her head felt dizzy and swollen, and there was a buzzing sound in her ears as if something was flowing down her ears.

I subconsciously raised my hand and touched it.

What came into view was a sea of ​​blood red.

"Dad...blood...Dad you..." The crying voice suddenly stopped.

In the dark night, there were lightning and thunder.

"Boom" a loud noise.

She used the lightning to see the intense and deep hatred in the man's eyes.