My Sister is Fuji

Team Zhang smiled, squatted down and asked the little girl, "Are you having trouble with your father?"

The little girl ignored her and stood there arrogantly.

Team Zhang stared at the white cloth wrapped around the little girl's eyes, and asked Director Zhao, "What happened to her eyes?"

"Eye disease." Director Zhao squeezed out with difficulty.

Team Zhang chewed the word eye disease, realized something, and asked Director Zhao, "Can I ask her a few questions?"

Director Zhao looked at the little girl and said, "I don't care."

Team Zhang asked the little girl softly, "Does your father accompany you often?"

The little girl was silent for a long time before uttering a word: "No!"

"Do you hate Dad?"

"He's not my father!" The little girl answered quickly this time, almost screaming, her fists clenched tightly.

Team Zhang was stunned, staring at Director Zhao strangely: "Then who is he?"

"It's not my dad anyway!"

Team Zhang continued to ask, "Why did you say he wasn't your father?" while observing Director Zhao's expression.

"My dad won't treat me that well. When I talk to him, he will lose his temper and make excuses." The little girl bowed her head and said, "And I heard the voices of two dads."

Director Zhao's face was extremely ugly.

Team Zhang's expression changed drastically, the voices of the two fathers?

I figured something out, but I didn't figure it out.

It may feel too ridiculous and unrealistic.

Director Zhao said angrily: "I said, I was thinking about the script!"

Team Zhang's face softened, which is in line with reality.With erratic eyes, he asked the little girl, "Then do you hate him?"

"He's not my father!"

Team Zhang looked at the little girl softly: "What I'm asking is, do you hate him?"

"..."

Silence, deep silence.

"Your father loves you very much, don't make him angry." Team Zhang stood up and said to his companion, "Ah Hua, let's go!"

A Hua still stood where he was, quietly looking at the father and daughter, thoughtful.

"Let's go!" Team Zhang pulled Ahua away, smiled apologetically at Director Zhao, and gently closed the door.

"Are you satisfied?"

Director Zhao looked at the little girl angrily, but the little girl just stayed where she was.

The more director Zhao thought about it, the angrier he became, and he was a little scared.

I really want to scold her aloud and lose my temper.

But when this thought came to him, Director Zhao was stunned again, and sat looking at the little girl thinking: "What's the difference between me and him?" Seeing the little girl standing there for a long time, he said unhappily: "Is it tiring to stand?" tired?"

Chapter 160 Survival

Chapter 160 Survival

The little girl turned her head and leaned against the shoe cabinet, deliberately ignoring Director Zhao.

The little girl was silently resisting.

Director Zhao got angry, and ran over to pull the little girl's arm: "I like to stand, go back to the room and stand, don't stand in front of me!"

"Where I stand, I am happy! Why don't you go back to the room yourself." The little girl gritted her teeth and stepped back slightly.

"Get out... go back to your room!" Director Zhao was so irritable that he wanted to scold the little girl, but immediately changed his words.Reining in his anger, ignoring the little girl's resistance, he dragged her back to the room.

The little girl resisted and struggled fiercely, and her words were a little bit wronged: "Don't touch me! Since you are not my father, why do you care about me!"

Director Zhao roared angrily: "Since you are not my daughter, why should I care what you think!"

The little girl was stunned, gave up resisting in frustration, and let Director Zhao send him into the room.Tears flowed from the white cloth.Turning his head to the side, pretending to be nonchalant, he quickly wiped away his tears.

The little girl thought: "He finally admitted that he is not my father, so why should I cry? If I want to laugh, show him!"

"Heh, heh." The little girl smiled uglier than crying.

Stuffy, hot.

Seeing this, Director Zhao was furious and thought: "How can I not compare to him!" He wanted to push her into the room hard.

Finally reluctant, Director Zhao dragged the little girl to the bedside.

I wanted to say some ugly words to vent my anger, but when the words came to my lips, I swallowed them whole again.

Director Zhao's eyes flickered, showing silence.Close the door gently, go to the kitchen, open the refrigerator door, take out a can of beer, and slam the refrigerator door hard.

"Snapped!"