The rich family's parents were robbed, and the milk group went crazy for the boss's family

Old Master Fu looked at Qingqing's clear big eyes and was choked and couldn't say a word.

Why doesn't this little girl play by the rules?

How can he continue speaking when he has run out of things to say?

Usually, others would try to find ways to reply to his words, but this was the first time he racked his brains to think about how to chat with others.

"Grandpa?" After the little girl finished complaining, she looked at him curiously, her childish voice soft and cute.

Mr. Fu's expression was a little unnatural.

He thought about it and finally changed to an animal that people liked.

"Qing girl, do you like cats?"

Xiao Qingqing was stunned for a moment, and a small, clean, and cute kitten appeared in her mind.

Her eyes lit up, her black pupils were like shining gems, and she nodded quickly.

"like!"

"Grandpa, I like kittens!"

Mr. Fu turned around and looked at the butler, a gleam of light flashed in his eyes.

He bent over slightly, with a kind face, and coaxed her with one sentence after another, like a wolf grandmother who kidnapped children.

"Qing girl, grandpa will take you to see the kittens, can you?"

The innocent little girl didn't realize that something was wrong and nodded her head excitedly.

"Okay, okay, thank you, Grandpa!"

Xiao Qingqing was deeply touched.

Although grandpa seems difficult to get along with, he will take her to see the kittens~

Grandpa is a good man!

The little girl followed Mr. Fu away without any reluctance.

The snake in the incubator behind him felt the loss of scent and lowered its head wilfully.

When they arrived at the door and were about to get in the car, Qingqing was a little confused.

She stood at the door of the car but didn't get in. She raised her soft, pale face and asked confusedly, "Grandpa, are we going to take a car to see it?"

Mr. Fu smiled and said, "Yes, Grandpa has a lot of kittens, so he put them far away. Come on, Qing girl."

Under the urging, Qingqing got into the car.

The vermilion gate behind them was getting farther and farther away. She leaned against the car window and turned to ask, "Grandpa, should we tell Dad?"

When Fu Sihuai was mentioned, Mr. Fu's expression froze.

Turning his head to meet the innocent and naive eyes of the little girl, he quickly shook his head.

"Your father doesn't have much aesthetic sense and can't appreciate cute little animals, so we don't need to tell him."

"Oh~"

The three-year-old fool didn't even know what aesthetics was. She just listened to what the old man said in a daze.

I listened, but that doesn’t mean I understood.

It was around eight or nine in the morning, the time when she was most energetic. She stared out the window the whole way and found everything new and interesting.

The number of pedestrians on the road gradually decreased, and the surrounding tall buildings became sparser until they could no longer be seen.

Instead, there are dense trees.

The little girl began to feel something was wrong, and she turned to look at her grandfather sitting next to her.

But grandpa had his eyes closed and looked like he was sleeping.

She didn't want to disturb her grandfather's sleep, so she swallowed her doubts and continued looking out the window.

After she turned her head, the old man quietly opened one eye and glanced at the little girl's chubby back.

The corners of his mouth curled up slightly.

He remained in this "asleep" state. On the way, Xiao Qingqing felt something was wrong several times and wanted to ask him, but finally gave up the idea.

Mr. Fu slept all the way. When he arrived at the place, no one called him, so he got up by himself.

The door opened and the driver turned back to remind them that they could get off.

They were now outside a large, desolate iron gate.

A cold wind blew, and the dead leaves above fell quietly, and were swept into the sky by the wind, all flying to the area surrounded by the wall.

When Qingqing got off the car, a fallen leaf was blown by the wind and hit her face.

She stretched out her little hand to take it down, and when she saw the surroundings clearly, she turned around and got into the car without thinking.

Old Master Fu hurriedly reached out and grabbed the little tail of her clothes. The little girl couldn't pull him away and was pulled down aggrievedly.

"Come on, Qing girl, let's go see the kitten."

Qingqing held the car door and refused to leave. She pouted and looked at Mr. Fu as if he was a heartless man, crying and accusing him.

"Wow... I won't go, Grandpa is going to sell me out!"

The old man was stunned for a moment, then looked at her with amusement, "How could I possibly sell you out? I don't need those little things."

The little girl was not comforted at all; she cried even more bitterly at the top of her lungs.

With a wow sound.

"That's what the dean's mother told me in her stories. Grandpa is lying..."

Mr. Fu:...

Although it was a bit inappropriate, he still wanted to praise the orphanage for its effective anti-abduction work.

The little girl who had been crying for a long time seemed to have thought of something. She held back her tears and sobbed.

Her delicate little face was covered with tear marks, and she looked extremely pitiful.

"Grandpa, please be kind and let Qingqing see dad again..."

"puff--"

After this was said, the bodyguards and drivers around were all amused.

Mr. Fu felt amused and helpless. He reached out and stroked her head like he was stroking a cat.

"You already call me grandpa, how could I possibly sell you out?"

At most it's just a lie.

Qingqing used her little hands to wipe away her tears, and wiped herself into a little cat.

"Really?" Her childish voice trembled.

"Of course, Grandpa brought you here for an important matter. You will know when you come in and take a look."

He spoke sincerely, and the driver and bodyguard beside him echoed him.

Qingqing stopped crying and looked as if she believed it.

"Well..." She sniffed and said aggrievedly, "That's fine."

The little girl finally let go of the car door and followed her grandfather towards the big iron gate.

This place looked like a mental hospital in a horror movie. Inside the iron gate, two muscular men were pulling half of the door each, opening it wide.

Xiao Qingqing wanted to cry again.

She felt that these uncles were ferocious and could send her flying far away with one punch.

He doesn't look like someone who keeps kittens at all!

However, the big iron door slammed shut, shattering her thoughts of retreat.

Mr. Fu reached out and held the little girl's soft hand, as natural as if he were at home.

"Qing girl, let's go see the kitten first."

Now the only thing the little guy can hope for is the 'kitten'.

She calmed herself down and followed the old man for a long time, finally arriving in front of an iron net.

The wire mesh was very rigid and high, and the area enclosed within was so large that Qingqing couldn't see the entire area at a glance.

Old Master Fu pointed at a huge orange-yellow figure in the wire mesh and asked excitedly, "Look, little girl! It's furry. Do you like it?"

The tiger's ears moved because it heard people talking.

It smelled a pleasant scent at the tip of its nose, but because it had just eaten, it was not very tempting to it, so it was too lazy to pay attention to it.

Here, Xiao Qingqing looked at Grandpa blankly, "It, it seems a little big..."

Mr. Fu waved his hand, his face full of disapproval.

"Because you are a child now, you think it is very big. When you grow up, you will not think it is big anymore."

Justified and convincing.

The little guy nodded, not quite understanding, "So that's how it is~"

Just as the two were talking, a tiger cub spotted them. It ran towards them like it was chasing its prey, then suddenly stopped at the edge of the iron fence.

It had a chubby head and tilted its little head to look at Qingqing in confusion.

Grandpa Fu's eyes suddenly lit up, and he pointed at the tiger cub and said proudly, "See, grandpa didn't lie to you, it's just a kitten."