Han Momo stared at her father with wide eyes, raised her mouth and said unhappily: "Why not? You can cut the steak for mommy, and the boyfriend I find in the future will also cut the steak for me, isn't it great?"
"
Han Chen still had a straight face: "What kind of boyfriend did you want when you were young? Don't think about such things again until you become an adult."
Even if she becomes an adult, he may not allow her to find a boyfriend.
Without his consent, no one can be her boyfriend!
"Then how old do I have to be to be considered an adult?" Han Momo bit her fork and tilted her little head to look at her father very seriously.
"You... must be at least twenty years old." Han Chen said seriously.
Ye Ruge almost couldn't help laughing when she heard what the father and daughter said. How reluctant Han Chen was to let go of his precious daughter.
But it's not that I can't understand that he has such a daughter, so he naturally treats her as a treasure.
To her, she only has a child like Momo.
"Then I need to eat more and grow up to be twenty years old soon." Xiao Nizi believed her father's words and tried her best to stuff meat into her mouth.
Looking at her like that, I really wonder if she is looking for an excuse to eat more meat?
"Momo, don't worry. If you want to find a boyfriend in the future, Mommy will help you find a boyfriend. Your boyfriend will not only cut steak for you." Ye Ruge knows very well that if you find the wrong man, you will be ruined.
Own.
Han Momo swallowed a mouthful of pasta and suddenly felt that it would be difficult for her to have a boyfriend in the future.
I wonder if there is anyone else willing to be her boyfriend?
At night, Han Chen watched his daughter fall asleep before coming out of her bedroom and gently closing the door.
He turned around and saw the light leaking from under the ajar door of the study room, and Ye Ruge was still working.
He walked over and pushed open the door of the study room, and sure enough he saw her sitting at the desk, typing on the keyboard and sketching on the drawing.
"Ahem..." The window was not completely closed, and the night wind blew in, so she coughed a few times.
Suddenly there was a warmth on his shoulders. Han Chen picked up the shawl on the side and put it on her: "It's very late, why don't you rest?" He then went to close the window tightly.
"I suddenly had the inspiration to draw them all first."
He saw that the white paper in front of her was already filled with her inspirations.
He sighed secretly: "Looking at you like this, I regret asking you to learn fashion design. In fact, you don't have to work so hard. I can support you, and you can have enough food and clothing for the rest of your life."
Ye Ruge stopped writing when he heard this and raised his eyes to look at him: "I know you can support me, but I don't want to. You know, I have to go back to find that scumbag."
Han Chen saw deep hatred welling up in her eyes. She hated Huo Yanxi and wished he died!
He was silent for a moment and then said: "Actually, he has been sending people to look for you, and someone came here yesterday. I think he is so persistent, and he will definitely not stop until he finds you, unless you are really dead."
Ye Ruge clenched the pen in his hand and said with a hint of hatred in his voice: "Okay, then let the news out that I am dead."
Han Chen's eyes narrowed slightly: "What do you mean?"
"Didn't you say that if I don't die, he will keep looking for me? Then let him completely give up the idea of looking for me. Besides, Ye Ruge is indeed dead, and the one who is alive now is Isabella."
"You really want to do this?"
"Why not? You can get a tombstone for Ye Ruge another day and find a suitable day to pay your respects. The people he sent will report the news to him soon."
Han Chen just looked at her like that. She was considered a person who had died once. There was nothing she could not be cruel to.
But he also thought her idea was not bad.
"Okay, I'll go take care of this matter tomorrow."
…
Huo Yanxi finally received the news from Ye Ruge.
He asked Gu Sinian on the other end of the phone in a deep and somewhat anxious tone: "What did you say you found about her?"