The national school idol is a girl

"Dad."

This is the first time someone calls.

She saw the man sitting on the sofa with a comic book covering his face and ignored her.

Someone ran over, stood still, and opened the comic book: "Mr. Bo, I need to tell you something."

"What's the matter?" The man yawned, looking lazy. He didn't look like he was a father at all: "Did you break the glass of some house, or bully some kid to tears? Bo Xiaojiu Children's shoes, I have said many times that you should be serious about your life. I remember that you should be standing in front of the window and thinking about it. "

"I was thinking about it originally." Bo Jiu said with a serious face, "Then my soul was seduced away."

The man chuckled. His handsome face and black hair gave people an unruly feeling: "I believe your evil."

"Dad, I think we should have a good talk." Bo Jiu's eyes widened, and the little tiger's tail was still sweeping.

The man held his chin carelessly: "Thank God, you finally have the consciousness to have a good talk with me. What do you want to talk about? Talk about the children you have beaten since you moved here."

"They are all older than me, three years older. They are not children anymore. I am the child." Bo Jiu touched her cat ears: "It sounds a little shy to say it."

The man lay back and stretched his slender legs: "Shy? You? Baby, you don't have this word at all. Tell me what you want to do."

Bo Jiu thought for a moment, then ran to the side first, and then ran back again, holding a piggy bank in his hand: "I want to buy something."

"Why do you come here to tell me about such a small thing as shopping?" The man stood up and touched his daughter's piggy bank with his finger: "Master Jiu, there seems to be a black card I gave you in it.

When did his daughter become so generous?

Bo Jiu's face was serious: "Things are expensive."

Although it's unclear how much it's worth.

But it looks quite expensive.

Thinking of this, Bo Jiu looked at the next door again. What a pity. After the little princess went in, she never came out again.

Hearing this, the man curled up his lips and smiled. He was probably too handsome and had a certain evil demeanor about him. Even though he was wearing a white shirt, he still gave people an impression of beauty: "Ask your mother about this. I don’t make the decision about my family’s money. Don’t forget, I am a freeloader now.”

Little Bo Jiu sometimes admires her father, who is like a little puppy in front of her mother.

When her mother is not around.

In the next second, it's like a different person.

Her dad said it was a little secret between the two of them and they couldn't tell her mom.

Mom makes money to support the family, and they are responsible for being cute.

Xiao Bojiu has no objection.

Anyway, her dad is an adult and can still act cute.

For a five-year-old child, wearing tiger pajamas is nothing.

"Then when will mom come back today?" When Bo Jiu asked, he poked his face, feeling a little itchy.

Her father had never been good at taking care of children. When he heard his daughter's question, his handsome face was filled with resentment: "At eleven o'clock in the evening, let us cook for ourselves. Come on, Master Jiu, guess who will lose." How about cooking instant noodles?”

"I don't know." Bo Jiu held her wallet and said, "I'm still addicted to beauty and can't help myself. I'm not in the mood to cook noodles."

The man was confused, what does beauty have to do with it?