The President’s Five Children

The body of Erika immediately trembled.

Oh, shit. Did this hot uncle see through her?

“No… Nope. I am daddy’s baby girl, as it were.” Erika hurriedly patted her chest and said.

Then she peeped Sebastian from the corner of the eyes.

From her angle, the profile of Sebastian could be seen, smooth and perfect as a sculpture.

Ah!

She really envied little Joanna that she got such a handsome dad, but her daddy was blind and dead.

The more Erika thought, the sadder she became. She sighed and her eyes drooped, looking particularly sad.

Sebastian looked at the little girl in front of him, and doubts showed up in his eyes.

He never thought that little Joanna would sigh like that.

Was this little girl really his daughter?

But then he dismissed the thoughts.

This little girl in front of him cannot be anyone else unless he also left a seed outside, and that seed was the same to little Joanna exactly, otherwise it’s impossible that he cannot recognize.

“Let’s go for dinner.” Sebastian withdrew his thoughts and murmured.

With his words, Erika got happy again. She held Sebastian’s arm tightly, and wanted a hug.

Sebastian twitched the corner of the mouth, but he did it.

Then there was an extremely strange scene in the Sunshine Villa.

Mr. Grant who had worn a cold face incredibly became a good father and lifted his daughter to dinner.

The servants raised their hands and rubbed their eyes so hard.NôvelDrama.Org holds text © rights.

Oh, my God, did the sun rise in the west today?

In the fourth floor in Wanda Plaza, Sebastian sat sullenly in a chair in an ordinary rice noodle shop, looking bad.

“Why do you choose this shop?”

This environment and the food were all terrible here.

Erika holding a cup of juice swung her legs and blinked, “It’s delicious. Last time, mo… pretty aunt brought me here to eat.”

Hearing this, Sebastian’s eyelids suddenly jumped.

So that woman brought little Joanna here last time to eat snail rice noodles?

It’s crazy how his daughter can just eat here!

Thinking, the clerk sent the rice noodles, trembling, “Excuse me, the large bowl of rice noodles you ordered is ready, please enjoy it.”

Finishing saying so, the clerk hurriedly ran away.

“Daddy, you have a taste, this is delicious!” Erika served Sebastian the noodles.

Sebastian sipped his lips. “No.”

“Oh, I’ll eat it myself!” Erika bowed her head, holding the large basin and clumsily poking around inside with chopsticks.

“If you don’t eat, we go.” Said Sebastian.

It was a place he didn’t want to stay a minute longer.

Erika hurriedly raised his head, “No, I want to eat! But the cook gave me a lot of coriander in the noodles, and I have to pick out the coriander!”

Hearing this, Sebastian lowered his eyes and looked at her. “You hate coriander?”

“Oh?” Erika inexplicably felt guilty, and held the chopsticks tightly, “No…not, but I don’t want to eat it today because pretty aunt taught me to draw coriander, and I don’t want to hurt it.”

Sebastian lightly scanned the little gilt in front of him.

Half a minute later, he reached out and directly took away the bowl of rice noodles.