Hugging his arms angrily, facing the wall sullenly, facing the wall.
"And you!"
After talking about the little girl, the old man carried his hands on his back, walked a few steps, and stood still in front of Song Qingwan, his face calmly said:
"Hurry up and put the knife down for me! What is it like for a woman to play with a knife! I'm afraid that others don't know that you are looking for something?"
Song Qingwan handed the knife back to the servant who came forward, still full of anger and helplessness:
"Dad, isn't I too angry, I just lost my mind for a while, and didn't really plan to—"
"Okay! Talking more is not helpful,"
The old man waved his hand, interrupted her, and said with a serious face:
"Actually, this is still secondary! The most important thing is that it is easy for you to do this, you know! If you let the little bunny see you with a knife and find something wrong, what should we do? people?"
Song Qingwan: "..."
What you think is really thoughtful.
However, that little bunny was only five years old if he died, he couldn't even recognize the word, and he was not an agent. Where could he go! !
"If you want me to say, just take a few fishing rods and keep that little bastard!"
With that said, the old man didn't care what Song Qingwan's reaction was, he turned around directly, and solemnly ordered the servant next to him:
"You, I'll take someone to the old house later, and bring the hardest fishing rod I've been collecting—"
"No one has asked yet, what are you anxious for?"
Lu Junhan leaned against the wall, pinching an unlit cigarette with his well-knotted fingers, Ying Ting's eyebrows were a little impatient when they heard each of them.
"Then you ask!"
Song Qingwan and the old man turned their heads together and said in unison.
Lu Junhan: "..."
"Okay," Lu Junhan nodded carelessly, turning his white fingertips, he took the cigarette back in his hand, and said quietly:
"I'm here to ask, right? You said that."
Song Qingwan looked at his expressionless cold face, and instantly remembered that the fish that died tragically in the kitchen before, and how the little girl coaxed it, it was difficult to stop crying in the end. Crying...
The old man obviously thought about it, his expression changed.
The two said in the same voice again:
"Wait!!"
Lu Junhan raised his eyebrows faintly, as if he didn't even take a step forward as expected.
Song Qingwan stepped on high heels, walked a few steps forward, waved her hand, and quickly sent him:
"You don't need you here, I will ask myself."
The old man also looked disgusted and said: "Yes, you just have to stay away from this girl!"
Don't come, this girl is crying again by this stinky boy, and the noise is going to be annoying.
Lu Junhan: "..."
Song Qingwan hurriedly went over and pulled the little girl who was still in the penalty station, almost boring to death, onto the sofa.
After thinking about it, I was afraid that the little girl would not tell them directly who that person was.
So, I had to attack from the side and guided the little girl step by step.
Song Qingwan thought for a while and asked euphemistically:
"Lili, are you really in love today?"
"Yes!"
For a little girl, falling in love is just like she has a lot of sugar, which is a very happy thing.
There is nothing that cannot be said, on the contrary, she is proud of it!
After all, even Dad hasn’t talked about love twice, she has talked about it twice-once with Dad and once with sister Qianqian.
She is so amazing!
Better than Dad!
Thinking like this, the little Lolita, who thought she was super powerful, shook her head happily, and the two pony tails flicked and looked very lively.