The real daughter was spoiled by her ex-husband

Chapter 35 You Can Ask Anything
Zhan Family, inside a quaint old house.

Zhan Qingyuan was irritated by the reading of the person in front of him.

"Mom, can you stop the meeting?"

From the day he came back, she hugged Yehan, saying that he is useless, and saying that the child is lonely and has no mother, as if he is the worst in the world.

Mrs. Zhan was not happy when she heard this, "You don't marry a wife, and you don't find a mother for Yehan, so why don't I scold you?"

"Look at you, it's as cold as an ice pick. Which girl thinks highly of you? You're already in your third year, and you don't know how to find a wife at a lot of age. How can you face the war if you let me go with your dad? The ancestors of the family?"

"Single dog, always dog, do you still want to be a dog for the rest of your life?"

"..."

Zhan Qingyuan rubbed his forehead, but did not respond.

Yehan said in a childish voice, "Grandma, Dad is very busy and tired every day, so he doesn't have time to find a girlfriend, and Dad treats me very well, I don't mind not having a mother."

The old lady was so heartbroken, she held the child and didn't let go.

She glared at her son viciously, "You are really worthless! Either go find Yehan's biological mother, or go and find me the little girl from the Yu family, neither of them is a big deal?"

Mentioning Yu Nanxi, Zhan Qingyuan's nerves jumped.

"mom!"

"Why, you still want to kill me?"

Zhan Qingyuan glanced at Yehan, and swallowed back some words, "I know these things well, so you don't need to worry about them."

He got up and went out, behind him was the old lady's crying father and mother scolding.

Zhan Qingyuan walked around the yard and stood in front of a welcoming pine. He thought of the woman's face and became even more agitated.

He reached for a cigarette, and the wallet and a scrap of paper accidentally fell to the ground.

In the unfolded wallet, a photo of a young girl was revealed.

He paused, and suddenly saw the pink post-it note.

The numbers above are very clear.

Thinking of that pretty little girl, his mood eased, and he picked up the wallet and post-it notes as if nothing had happened.

He agreed to pay for other people's skirts, but after a long time, he even forgot about it.

Almost lost faith in a child.

He took out his mobile phone and dialed the number on it.

On the other side, Nanxi's mobile phone that was charging by the bed rang.

Nanxi was taking a shower, so she didn't hear her.

Yue Ling was watching cartoons in the living room, but she didn't hear anything.

"Beep-beep-"

Zhan Qingyuan listened patiently, but no one answered the phone.

My restless heart got up again, and I raised my legs to leave when the phone call from over there came.

For some reason, his heart skipped a beat.

"Hey--"

The low-pitched male voice is so sweet that it makes one's ears pregnant.

"Hello, Uncle~ My mommy is taking a shower, if you have anything to do, you can leave me a message, or you can call back later!"

Zhan Qingyuan curled his lips slightly, the little girl was quite sensible.

Yue Ling didn't hear the voice, "Hello? Uncle, why don't you speak?"

Zhan Qingyuan cleared his voice, "I am the uncle you met in the restaurant that day."

There was silence for a while, then suddenly there was an ah.

"Uncle, it's been a week, a whole week, you just remembered me, Yuebao is so sad~"

Zhan Qingyuan pursed his lips, "Sorry, uncle has been a little busy recently."

He paused, "You said just now that your name is Yuebao?"

"No~ Yuebao is a nickname."

"..."

Yue Ling felt that this uncle might not only suffer from middle-aged dementia, but also be a fool.

She sighed sympathetically, and Zhan Qingyuan asked concerned: "What's wrong?"

It's okay, she's just worried that he won't be able to pay for her little skirt.

Yueling hugged the phone, "Uncle, do you have money?"

Zhan Qingyuan was taken aback by the question, "A little bit."

"That's good." Yue Ling patted his chest, "Then you are going to compensate me, right?"

Zhan Qingyuan smiled, "Of course, you can make any request."

(End of this chapter)