"Dad is mine, where did you come from?" Ye Qingqing put her hands on her hips and confronted the little novice monk.

"Mine...is mine..."

The little shaman's voice was soft, but his momentum was not soft. He jumped onto the bed with his head raised high, his eyes wide open, and his cheeks were round.

"Uncle Ye, what's going on?"

Lu Mo asked Ye Mingcheng in a low voice.

Ye Mingcheng was also caught off guard and looked at Ye Qingqing in panic, afraid that his daughter would misunderstand.

"I picked up Wuchen on the mountain 7 years ago and brought it back to the temple to raise it. Wuchen is simple in nature and saw that the children in the village have fathers, so..."

Ye Mingcheng felt a little embarrassed, Lu Mo already understood, "That's why Wuchen called you dad, and thought you were really his dad?"

Most children are stubborn and have decided that Ye Mingcheng is his father from a young age. No wonder he had such a big reaction when he saw Ye Qingqing!

Ye Mingcheng nodded, "This child Wuchen is very sensible, he is just a little stubborn. I will explain it to him clearly then."

Lu Mo looked at Ye Qingqing, who was still quarreling with Wuchen, and the corners of his lips slightly raised.

In fact, it is not that important to explain or not.

How energetic is Qingqing now!

"Dad...I will never go to the village to steal corn again. Don't you want me, okay?"

Wuchen grabbed Ye Mingcheng's arm tightly, his eyes were red, and his face was filled with sadness that he was about to be abandoned.

Ye Qingqing sniffed and deliberately ignored her soft-heartedness. The dead child snatched her father from her. It was not a good thing. She should not pity this dead child!

But it does sound quite pitiful!

"Dad, I will never steal your herbs from now on, I will never beat the children in the village again, and I will never peek at Widow Wang in the bath..."

Wuchen said one by one, and he thought he had done something wrong, so Ye Mingcheng would not want him and honestly explained all the bad things he had done before.

The abbot coughed a few times, lowered his head and recited the Buddha's name to cover up his embarrassment.

Ye Qingqing's mouth twitched, this unlucky child!

The abbot said in a deep voice: "Wugen, take Wuchen away, his fate with you is not over!"

Wuchen's appearance was an accident, but the abbot found that Wuchen and Ye Qingqing had a great fate, and it seemed that it was God's will!

Ye Mingcheng has raised Wuchen for seven years and his relationship is naturally very deep and he can't bear to leave it, but he wants to consult his daughter's opinions.

If Ye Qingqing is unwilling, he will find a good family for Wuchen to settle down. Although I am sorry for Wuchen, my daughter finally found her, so he didn't want to make her unhappy!

Ye Qingqing obviously felt the deep feelings between Ye Mingcheng and Wuchen, and her heart was so sad.

Her father was snatched away by a naughty child for 7 years, hum!

Although he was unwilling to take care of Wuchen, Ye Qingqing didn't want Ye Ming to be a difficult situation. Even if he had been raising a puppy and a kitten for seven years, he still had feelings for him, let alone a living person.

"Just bring with you, but you'll have to take a pair of chopsticks anyway!"

Ye Qingqing snorted, her tone was not very good.

Ye Mingcheng was overjoyed and patted Wuchen's head, saying softly: "She is your sister, and she is not allowed to talk back to her sister in the future. Do you know?"

Wuchen shrugged his nose, but he still couldn't stand Ye Qingqing, but he didn't want Ye Mingcheng to be unhappy, so he nodded.

"If she doesn't talk to me, I will definitely not talk back!"

Ye Qingqing gritted her teeth, and the dead child was sharp-tongued and then taught this unlucky child a lesson after he went back!

Monks do not pay attention to human nature. Since they decided to let Ye Mingcheng take Wuchen away, the abbot cleaned up Wuchen's things and threw them to Ye Mingcheng, drifted away and never appeared again.
Chapter completed!