These three sentences will never exist in Ye Fan’s life dictionary!
However, this woman spoke with tears streaming down her face, and her tone and eyes were full of despair, so she was definitely not talking nonsense.
Suddenly, a terrible idea came into Ye Fan's mind.
His rebirth is the rebirth of a parallel world!
It's just that Ye Fan in this parallel world is a waste!
His life trajectory is completely opposite to his own!
In that world, Ye Fan was the god of the army and the king of the military world.
Although he died in the mission, he used his own flesh and blood to fight against three elite mercenaries and killed dozens of members of the terrorist organization.
It was he who saved hundreds of compatriots and comrades-in-arms!
At the last moment, he would rather die with the enemy than accept persuasion to surrender.
How could such a person be a scumbag with no spine, no dignity, and no responsibility!
"Daddy, Mommy, don't quarrel!"
The little girl standing aside suddenly burst into tears and threw herself into Mark's arms.
The little girl hugged Ye Fan's neck and turned to look at the woman pitifully, "Daddy is the best person in the world. I don't want mommy, I want daddy!"
Her tears wet Ye Fan's clothes, making Ye Fan's heart suddenly twitch.
"Yiyi, be good."
Ye Fan comforted the girl in his arms and looked up at the woman who was also crying silently.
He took the document from the woman's hand and found the three words "Dong Yuejun" squarely signed in the woman's column.
"I'm sorry. It was my incompetence that caused today's situation. I apologize to you for what I did."
Ye Fan spoke very sincerely, with clear and firm eyes, "But you can't take Yiyi away, I will shoulder the responsibility of my father!"
The woman's body trembled slightly, and she seemed to catch a strange color in her eyes.
Soon, she shook her head and laughed at herself, "I was actually moved by you. Ye Fan, at this time, you still have to act in front of me."
"I'm not an actor, and I don't design such plots." Ye Fan smiled, "If you don't want to, we'll see you in court."
"...Okay, okay!" Dong Yuejun trembled angrily and gritted his teeth: "Ye Fan, we'll see you in court."
"Well, in that case, you go back first, I want to talk to my daughter." Ye Fan picked up Yiyi and prepared to walk back to the room.
"Drive me away?" Dong Yuejun glanced at Ye Fan, "I pay the rent here. If you want to leave, you should leave too!"
"Ah?" Ye Fan was stunned and suddenly lost his confidence, "How about you squeeze in with us?"
"You have a beautiful idea!" Dong Yuejun took a deep breath and suppressed the anger in his heart, "Ye Fan, I will give you one day to think about it."
With that said, she grabbed the file and walked out of the house.
The door made a loud "clang" and was closed tightly, like an iron gate, blocking Ye Fan and her life.
Ye Fan smiled helplessly and walked around the rental house with his daughter in his arms.
This rental house only has one bedroom and one living room, with an area of less than 40 square meters, but empty wine bottles can be seen everywhere.
Seeing Ye Fan's complicated expression, Yiyi quickly broke away from his arms and ran to collect the empty wine bottles.
"Daddy, Yiyi has been lazy these days and hasn't collected it for you. Don't be angry."
Yiyi held a wine bottle in each of her fleshy little hands, then spread her short legs and ran to the balcony, and then ran back to continue.
Ye Fan followed her to the balcony and saw that there were twenty or thirty wine boxes piled up in a five-square-meter area.
Some boxes were even piled up to Ye Fan's chest.
"Yiyi, did you put these in?"
"Um."
"How can you pile it so high?"
"There are stools at home!" Yiyi giggled, as if stacking wine boxes was a very interesting game.
Ye Fan took a deep breath, feeling a dull pain in his heart.
He put aside the wine bottle in his daughter's hand and picked up his daughter again.
"Yiyi, you are not allowed to do these things in the future."
"Why?" Yiyi tilted her little head, very puzzled.
"Because you will be daddy's little princess from now on!" Ye Fan carried Yiyi to the sofa and sat down, and then talked about sleeves, "You just sit here and watch TV, daddy is cleaning today."
"Daddy, we don't have a TV at home."
"Then...you can read a book." Ye Fan smiled bitterly.
"good."
Yiyi ran to the room and found a tattered fairy tale book, sat back on the sofa and read it with gusto.
I don’t know how many times I have read this book, and the cover has faded very badly.
Ye Fan had mixed feelings in his heart and secretly clenched his fists.
At twelve o'clock at noon, Ye Fan finally cleaned up the entire house.
There were a total of seventy boxes of empty wine bottles and a dozen large plastic bags of various garbage and waste.
Although the home is still simple, it is much more open and tidy.
Ye Fan dragged his exhausted body and leaned on the sofa, breathing heavily.
This body is so weak. If it had been before, he would have fucked until dark without breathing heavily.