"!!!" An Ying felt that Hao's mouth was poisonous enough, but compared with his naughty daughter, it pales into insignificance.
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"Then who are you talking about? Could it be the fourth son of the Taifu family?"
"Bah, bah, bah, there are only two kinds of people in the world who can attract people. One is very beautiful, and the other is like him. I have never seen a person who looks so tall and has archaeological value. It's not him, it's him,
How can Xiaole's taste be so bad? What I like is a beautiful man."
Xiao Le felt sick when he thought of the fourth son of the Taifu family. He had seen ugly ones, but never such ugly ones.[
It looks ugly at first glance, but when you look closely, it’s even uglier!
How could it be compared with the unparalleled Beichen Mo in her heart.
"A stunningly beautiful man?" Tian Junhao raised his eyebrows narcissistically: "Isn't it your father and me?"
An Ying sat aside and smiled softly. She had probably guessed who Xiao Le was talking about, but was her Xiao Le a little too precocious? Well, this issue needs to be studied.
"You already have a wife, besides dad."
Xiao Le lay down on Tian Junhao's lap and hung herself up by his neck: "I've taken a fancy to the leader of this piano art competition. Dad, why haven't you summoned him yet and asked him to teach me and my mother how to play the piano?"
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As a result, she couldn't see her now, and her heart was itching and she couldn't relieve herself.
"The leader of this piano art competition?" Tian Junhao showed a bit of curiosity. He heard An Ying inadvertently mention that she was pretty good-looking, which made him a little jealous for a while, so he kept it aside.
He did this because he was afraid that An Ying would fall in love with him. It turned out that the one who was really attracted to him turned out to be his precious daughter.
Tian Junhao's curiosity was piqued, and he secretly decided to summon him in two days to see who the Holy Spirit was, who had actually taken away the soul of his caring little cotton-padded jacket.
"Don't they like you?" An Ying said to Xiao Le in a funny way.
Xiao Le wiped her tears silently, yes, but then she thought about it and blinked confidently.
Even if Xuanyuan Yi is an ice cube, she can melt him with her surging passion.
Xiao Le secretly vowed to use her beauty and wisdom to conquer the unparalleled Beichen Mo.
"Okay, okay, dad will let him enter the palace tomorrow, and he can't be depressed anymore."