The Gloomy School Sweetheart Is My Dad!

CopywritingUpdated every night at 24:00~ Pei Yiyan picked up a cub on the way home from school. As soon as the cub came up, he immediately called him daddy. Maternal fetal solo Pei Yiyan: "..." Indifference creates distance. After a lot of troubles, the paternity test report confirmed the father-daughter relationship between him and Xiao Zai, and the sky fell for Pei Yiyan, a young boy in his youth—— Since then, there has been a little tail that can't be shaken off, a butt that can't be wiped, and a heart that can't be fucked. In order to earn money for milk powder, Pei Yiyan took classes during the day, wrote program code at night, and made milk tea on weekends. His friends asked him to hang out on weekends, but he refused coldly and clearly. My friend was puzzled: "What are you busy with all day long?" Pei Yiyan: "Make milk powder." Friend:? At home on the weekend, Xixi said: "Dad, I want to eat the strawberry cake you made." Pei Yiyan said coldly: "Do you think I look like strawberry cake?" (The hand that whipped the cream left an afterimage) "Hey, thank you dad! Dad is the best, mua~" Pei Yiyan expressionlessly touched the wet saliva marks on his face, his eyes deep: Well, it's time to buy a strawberry garden for Zai Zi. On a thunderstorm day with strong winds, Pei Yiyan's old illness broke out in unbearable pain. He was as violent and vicious as a thorny beast, and no one dared to approach. Xi Xi hugged him with tears in her eyes, showing her white and fat arms: "Dad, bite me quickly, it won't hurt anymore!" The young man's eyes were scarlet and he pushed the little one away with trembling hands. The little boy stood up and stumbled away, while Pei Yiyan slumped down, his chest rising and falling weakly, and his whole body was lifeless. He closed his eyes slumpedly, the ends of his eyes moist. "Dad!" "Mom and I are here to save you!" Pei Yiyan's body trembled, and he suddenly opened his eyes. Standing beside the bed were the returning little dumplings, and—— The girl was soaked to the skin, her face was crimson, but her eyes were full of worry. "Are you... Are you okay?" "Not good." (A cub healing article, the daily routine of raising cubs goes hand in hand with the emotional line. If you like it, please bookmark it!) Please add to the cub article "Scientific Research Cub Three and a Half Years Old"~ Purpose: Strive for family harmony