Are The Villain Bosses Strong?

[Change your clothes, I want to wash clothes]

Yang Linger used a small notebook to block Ji Feng's face from looking at the TV.

"I'll change it later." Ji Feng pushed the notepad away.

[The only thing missing is your clothes]

This time, Yang Linger put the notepad in Ji Feng's field of vision, and it didn't block him from playing games.

No way, I can't make any sound, so I can only use some unique ways to interrupt Ji Feng who was concentrating on playing games.

"I'll wash it myself when the time comes."

[You said the same thing the day before yesterday]

"...Okay, okay, I'll change my job."

Ji Feng reluctantly put down the controller, went back to the room to change clothes, and just as he left the house, Yang Linger snatched away the dirty clothes. She had been waiting for a long time, and the clothes could grow mushrooms if they were soaked.

Ji Feng collapsed back on the sofa, watching the fruit plate that suddenly appeared on the coffee table. In an instant, he felt like he had become a useless person.

Clothes come to him when he stretches out his hand, food comes to him when he opens his mouth, except that he doesn't need to be coaxed to sleep, doesn't need to be supported when he pees, and doesn't need to be wiped by others, basically everything is taken care of by Yang Linger.

So, is he trying to make Yang Ling'er a villain boss, or is Yang Ling'er trying to make him a giant baby?

Ji Feng chewed on a pear and began to ponder this profound question.

Buzz.

Yang Ling'er's phone, which she had left on the sofa, lit up.

[Oh, I'm going home tonight. Sister Ling'er, do you miss me? ]

Ji Feng retracted his gaze, feeling that time was flying by. A week had passed so easily.

A week ago, Kong Xuan came home in the morning to say goodbye to Yang Ling'er and then went to the hospital. It was supposed to be two days, but because of the presence of the No. 1 brother on the list, she was given a full week.

…

Yang Ling'er wiped the water off her hands and came out of the bathroom. Without thinking, she sat down next to Ji Feng, leaning on Ji Feng's arm.

Everything is difficult at the beginning. Once there is the first time, the second and third times will follow.

Since Yang Ling'er woke up leaning on Ji Feng's shoulder last time, she has awakened her clingy nature. Especially when she tried for the second time, Ji Feng just glanced at her and said nothing, and it became more and more uncontrollable.

In the first three days, he would pretend to be sleepy and lean against her, but now he doesn't pretend anymore. As long as Ji Feng's butt sticks to the sofa for a while, Yang Ling'er will appear next to him.

It was because the weather was not hot and Yang Ling'er just leaned against him gently that Ji Feng didn't chase her away.

"Kong Xuan just sent you a message saying she will go home in the evening."

Yang Ling'er leaned against Ji Feng's shoulder and raised her head. Her little face became more and more round, making people want to pinch it to feel it.

There were only two people at home. She had no defenses or secrets against Ji Feng except for the little thoughts hidden in her heart.

Ji Feng would not take the initiative to check her mobile phone. Even when he was accidentally seen discussing the topic of how children were born with Kong Xuan last time, Ji Feng pretended not to know.

Now Ji Feng suddenly mentioned Kong Xuan and must be doing something.

It must be said that Yang Ling'er has already known Ji Feng well and can even guess his simple thoughts.

Ji Feng said, "Let's have hot pot at home tonight. Invite Kong Xuan and her daughter and Qi Junming."

He felt that Kong Xuan and Qi Junming had helped him when he was almost completely lost, so he had to treat them to a meal to show his appreciation.

That's right, this week was about to be a useless life, and Ji Feng had already marked the other choice as a wrong path.

It smells really good... It's impossible to smell really good, he would never admit it, at most it's just okay.

"I'll ask Qi Junming first, if he can come tonight, let's go shopping now."

Ji Feng called Qi Junming.

"Hello?"

"Get lost!"

"Beep beep beep..."

Since that night after drinking, he never replied to messages sent to this guy, never played games when asked, and could see him playing by himself as soon as he went online.

Now, being able to reply to him with a "get lost" is considered as a golden word from the young master, which is very rare.

Ji Feng called back again, and after waiting for a long time, he immediately said.

"Will you come to my house to eat hot pot tonight?"

This time, Qi Junming did not hang up the phone directly or curse, and Ji Feng knew that he was moved, but not very moved, so he added.

"If you don't come, then only my neighbors will be entertained."

"Neighbors? Male or female?"

What should I do if my brother is angry and ignores me? Tell him that there is a game and outsiders, and the other party will definitely talk to you.

"A married woman, a widow, more than 30 years old, with a daughter who is less than 14 years old, and the two of them are coming together."

"Fuck! I..."

"Beep beep beep."

Ji Feng didn't stand a chance to Qi Junming at all, and hung up the phone directly, immediately put the phone in his pocket on silent mode, and said that he would not reply to him a word.

The key is to remember grudges!

Yang Linger's eyes were a little strange. Ji Feng didn't cover her when he called just now, and those key words could be heard clearly.

"Ahem, what are you looking at? Go change your clothes."

Yang Ling'er pursed her lips and changed her clothes obediently.

When she came out of the bedroom, she had changed into a beige coat that fell to her knees, light gray nine-point tight jeans, and pink ankle-length socks on her feet.

Her shoulder-length hair was not combed and scattered on her shoulders. If she added a bachelor's hat to match her elegant and leisurely temperament, she would definitely look like a university scholar.

She was just a little short.

"Wear something thicker. It's cold outside. It's already November and winter."

Yang Ling'er nodded and went back to put on a white round-neck sweater. Because the coat was not buttoned, the white sweater looked like the fluff hidden in the belly of a kitten that was accidentally exposed.

Found that Ji Feng had been staring at her belly, Yang Ling'er touched it curiously, and then looked up in confusion.

"It's okay. There was a bug just now."

When Ji Feng turned around and opened the door, he heard a bang outside the door.

"Hmm."

Kong Xuan covered her head, took two steps back, and looked at Ji Feng with tears in her eyes.

"Why are you here? Didn't you say you would be back in the evening?"

Kong Huayue stepped forward and rubbed Kong Xuan's forehead with a smile, explaining to her: "Just now she was standing at the door, thinking about how to knock on the door to scare your sister and give her a surprise."

"..."

Kong Xuan quickly held back her tears and asked excitedly: "Are you going out to play?"

"Buy food, come to my house for hot pot in the evening."

"Great! Can I go with you?"

Ji Feng looked at Kong Huayue. This is a patient, and whether he can go out depends on the guardian's opinion.

"Okay, go change your clothes. Didn't you say that you feel that your body is almost smelly after staying in the hospital?"

"Sister Ling'er, come with me, help me pick out a nice dress!" Kong Xuan was in high spirits and pulled Yang Ling'er back to her own room.

After closing the door of Kong Huayue's house, Ji Feng asked.

"How is your daughter?"

Kong Huayue had a smile on her face that was both heartbroken and open-minded.

"It's starting to get worse. The doctor said that it's better to take her home and spend the last seven or eight months happily in the hospital instead of spending the last seven or eight months in pain."

Ji Feng could only pat Kong Huayue on the shoulder to comfort her.

Life will eventually pass away. All others can do is to decorate it to its most beautiful state before it passes away, and then engrave it in their minds and bury it in their hearts.

Whenever, when you come across a certain scene and recall it, you can cry bitterly to commemorate its existence.