My Empress is My Bad Girl

Yun Dai called her father: "Dad, let's go home for dinner tonight, come back early. I have something to tell you."

"Oh, okay, okay. I have something to talk to you about too. I'll be back early. What do you want to eat? I'll ask the hotel to bring the food back."

"Dad, I will cook some light home-cooked dishes by myself in the evening. Don't ask outsiders."

"Alright then, pay attention to the safety of water and fire when entering the kitchen."

"Know it."

Yun Chutong obviously saw the videos and photos on the Internet, but he didn't show much excitement. After all, he knew about it earlier than anyone, and he approved it.

But he agrees with the two children, but he does not mean that he is willing to expose his daughter to so many people's mobile phones and make people comment.

Whether it is praise, envy, or jealousy, smear, slander.

That's not what a father who loves his daughter wants to see.

After hanging up the phone, Yun Dai looked at Zhao Yuanjing and sighed, "My dad seems a little unhappy."

"I'm not happy if our young children and Qian'er are commented like this."

"Then you admit it."

"I was wrong." Zhao Yuanjing honestly admitted his mistake, then showed her his mobile phone, "Look at my private messages, there are messages like this every day, I ignore them and keep sending photos, I think, if I let them know I have a girlfriend and they don't."

Yun Dai knows his meager account and has read it many times, but naturally only he can see his private messages.

This was the first time she saw it.

The avatars in the private message list are all young and beautiful girls. Just click on one, and they are all confessions, some subtle and some explicit.

What surprised Yun Dai was that there was actually a middle-aged woman who seemed to be rich, that is, the legendary rich woman, clicked in according to the avatar, wow.

It is indeed a rich man's world.

Gorgeous outfits, luxury bags and jewelry, yachts, cocktail parties, the world flies around.

Look at the name, or what kind of fund manager.

Pretty intimidating.

He is in his forties, with a slender figure and charming eyes.

Looking at the photos sent by the rich woman, they are all big names in the industry or celebrities.

I didn't expect to like a fifteen-year-old child.

Different from the young girls, her words are very skillful and clever. She doesn't say anything directly, but she always mentions that she wants to give him a sports car.

Yun Dai Nuoyu said, "My forty-year-old sister is so charming. She said she wanted to give you a Ferrari. Are you sure you don't want to think about it?"

Zhao Yuanjing: "I'm still a child."

"Emma, ​​fifty-year-old uncle, don't be too modest."

"..." Zhao Yuanjing snorted, "Fifty years old is a lifetime event, and my current body is that of a genuine teenager."

"But your mental age is fifty years old. You should like this beautiful sister."

"When I came to you, I saw a sentence."

"what?"

"A man is a teenager until he dies."

"...Haha." Yun Dai laughed.

She swiped her hand down until she lost the interest in watching it, then returned the phone to Zhao Yuanjing and asked, "Why don't you turn off private messages?"

"Turn off?"

"Don't tell me, you don't know how to close."

"I didn't know there was such a feature."

"Hey, I suggest you study computer hard." Yun Dai sighed and took his mobile phone again.

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