Chapter 1088

This is simply unthinkable to the women...

After all-since childhood, every birthday of Little Furong, almost all the mothers have to come to attend. After receiving all kinds of gifts, she was softened, and then she was kissed one by one by the daughters. This is Furong's birthday. Normal Process.

It’s just--this year, Furong informed all her mothers in advance not to give her her thirteenth birthday...because she wants to have a special birthday with her father...cough cough, of course she said the following sentence I won't say it anymore.

It's just that all the girls are tacitly aware... My child, they're grown up.

Early morning-when the first ray of sunlight shone on Furong's little face, she opened her eyes...

After gently helping her sister Gabriella pull the blanket...Little Furong quietly walked out of the baby room full of childlike elements that she and her sister arranged, and walked to a room on the second floor...

Coming to a door... Jasmine quietly made a hush gesture to the maids and mothers who were guarding the door...

The maid smiled slightly and nodded to indicate that she knew.

And Jasmine quietly lit her toes, gently opened the door with her hands, and then slipped in like a thief...

When she saw her father who was sleeping alone on the big exaggerated wooden couch, she let out a sigh of relief...

How should I put it... She knew that with her father’s unpleasant personality, if she hadn’t strongly demanded him last night and had to guard her boudoir last night, it is estimated that what she saw today was a woman full of beds. Right??

But...for this she also paid a price...for example, don't you just want to give yourself a birthday gift from your father this year??

Forget it, it's useless to think about these now...because - today she is going to implement the action she has planned for a long time.

Thinking of this, Furong felt a little wronged in her heart... Why--why did her father wipe out her good sister Pepe, just not touching herself??

The more I think about Furong, the more I feel wronged...

But-it doesn't matter... Anyway, if the mountain doesn't come, I will be the mountain.

Thinking of this, Furong's small face was firm, and she squeezed towards Zhou Ye's couch—then—incomparably skillfully got into Zhou Ye's blanket and looked for the past somewhere...

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Sleeping Zhou Ye felt like he had an incredible dream...In the dream, he originally played with his daughter Furong to celebrate her birthday...

But-why suddenly the style of painting changed, and the whole scene changed from a beautiful paradise island to a bar??

And-there is no one in this bar, only he is with his daughter Furong... The most terrifying thing is that his daughter Furong actually danced in front of him that kind of dance that would not be described...

Jump and jump...

Furong actually walked in front of him, squatted down... and then--

Wait—it feels...not like dreaming at all...Zhou Ye opened his eyes abruptly—looking at the familiar ceiling, sighed, why is it a dream??

Uh-wait...

Zhou Ye found that even when he woke up from his dream, he still had the same feeling in his dream...Looking at the silver hair leaking out of the blanket, Zhou Ye smiled slightly, and he guessed—either grit inside or Yaniya—or Is it Jasmine??

Why do you think that all three of them are pure-blooded Veela...?

what did you say?Don’t you know if you look at it with your ability??

If you apply your abilities to this aspect--maybe you will have a sense of accomplishment at the beginning, but--after a long time, it will be meaningless...and the women who do this kind of thing for you will be very No sense of accomplishment...

Why must we know who it is??

The most interesting is when the answer is revealed at the last minute, isn't it??

Zhou Ye smiled and didn't say a word, not to mention who it was... Just watched a small head in his blanket keep busy...

But - to be honest, this technique is a bit bad... Could it be Yaniya??

You know, Yaniya is very shy...Her skills in this area have not been improved much, but her daughter Sarah, who came from behind...has already surpassed her...

Just when Zhou Ye was thinking about it... the movement in the blanket suddenly stopped, and then... a figure sat up in the blanket... Because the blanket was too big, it didn't reveal its face...

Then-I heard a painful grunt in the blanket-

Zhou Ye was taken aback—he hurriedly lifted the blanket and took a look... "Little Furong... why are you?"

"Dad..." Furong sucked in a cold breath, forcibly suppressing herself, without shouting... "I, I finally belong to you completely..."

"..." Facing his daughter with tears in his eyes, Zhou Ye really felt distressed and wanted to laugh... "Fool, you have always belonged to me..."

"Dad is a big liar, since I am yours, why would you rather push Peipei without me..." Hearing Zhou Ye's words, Furong's face was full of accusations...

"Because... I love you more than Ai Peipei..." Zhou Ye sighed helplessly, and then gently picked up his daughter, trying to use some means to relieve her unnecessary pain...

"Really, really?" Although Xiao Furong's mouth was an interrogative sentence,-there was already a smile on her face-obviously, she believed her father's words.

"Of course--it's true!" Zhou Ye sighed helplessly, and decided to make it clear with action...

As Zhou Ye turned over, a certain little loli who attacked...

In the next day, Furong really believed that his father really loved him the most... Because Zhou Ye showed with his actions how much he loves Furong...

Although-this birthday-there is no cake, no gifts, not even the blessings of mothers...

But-Fleur Chow Petrick felt that this birthday was the most meaningful one she had ever had, and it was also a birthday that she could remember in her life.

Because - on this day's birthday, Zhou Ye completely became her man...

Reference 1492

One thousand four hundred and ninety-two chapters

1991...

For many wizards, this is an ordinary year.

But—for Zhou Ye, it was not a simple year—because, this year—it was the time for Hermione Granger Lori to enter school.

Zhou Ye, who could not wait long, simply snatched Hermione Granger's notice from Dumbledore. He decided to act as a postman for the Ministry of Magic this time...

"Ye, I have never seen any student you have such a passion for!" Dumbledore smiled as he looked at Zhou Ye who had snatched the notice from his hand.

"Of course..." Zhou Ye smiled and shook the notice in his hand, and said, "Because--this little cute is different!"

"Oh? Can you tell me the reason?" Dumbledore asked with a smile.

Dumbledore knew Zhou Ye's shit.

But—in view of Zhou Ye's concealment, and no bitter master came to ask to dispose of Zhou Ye, so—Dumbledore simply opened his eyes and closed his eyes, treating him as invisible.

Although Dumbledore didn’t know the old oriental proverb [the water is clear, there is no fish, and the man is observable, there is no disciple], but-he has lived for so many years, if he has no wisdom in life, I underestimated him.