Defective Dad Tames His Wife

Time travel text. Ancient wear now. Soul penetration. Defective, that's what. . Well. Not genuine, defective... A bad daddy. Hey-hey. It goes without saying. He is just an unqualified nanny. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . "How much is this?" "One." "What about this?" "Two." "What's that?" "Who am I?" "I don't know." "Who are you?" "Moon slave." "You, you, you, how many times have I told you, your name is Chen Sangning. Sangning, do you know?" The man's voice was extremely angry, and he looked at the little girl in front of him and yelled, and the remaining patience in his eyes was gradually disappearing. "Sang Ning?" "Well, Sanning." "But I am clearly called Yue Slave." The little mouth pouted and the face wrinkled up, feeling extremely aggrieved and pitiful. The people who were roaring at the side suddenly felt a sense of guilt in their hearts. Guilt? The man curled his lips, glared at the person in front of him, and uttered rude words, "MD. I must have lost my mind. No matter what country she thinks she is from or what her name is, it is already right for her to keep her alive and well." . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . "What are you doing?" "Call." "Making a phone call?" His big watery eyes turned around and he muttered to himself, "What are you doing on the phone?" "Connect with people outside." "But wouldn't it be much faster to use carrier pigeons to communicate with people outside?" Someone's forehead is covered with black lines. What age is she? She still uses carrier pigeons. Is she a modern person? . . . . . . . . . . . . . "You will sign up for English class tomorrow." "English class?" "Yeah." The man said with a serious face, "Please brush up on your English and take the TOEFL in two months." "What is it in English?" Someone had an innocent look on his face and asked in a matter-of-fact manner. "English is the language of the United Kingdom, and it is used to take the TOEFL exam abroad." Someone answered with gritted teeth and dark lines on his face. "Britain?" He dragged his chin with his hand, frowned slightly, and turned his eyes slightly, his eyes filled with brilliance and sparkle, "What is Britain? Can it be eaten? Does it look good?" "You... You... You..." Someone looked up to the sky and sighed, speechless, completely collapsed. God, what kind of trouble did his momentary soft-heartedness bring him? . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . He is her guardian. Is she his adopted daughter? Family? Employing people? Or is it an unrelated person that he took in? He is her daddy. She is him - an object in his home that is less useful than a vase. He was her benefactor—he raised her, taught her, and nurtured her. She should thank him. But - why didn't anyone tell her that he was also her enemy? . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . A several-year-old girl from ancient times traveled to modern times and had a great love struggle with a man who was more than ten years older than her. While it is ridiculous, it also makes people's eyes brighten. Can love be like this? PS: If you believe in rain, please collect it, leave a message, and give it a vote. Hey-hey. . .