She hid her pregnancy and faked her death, and the CEO turned gray overnight

He instinctively took two steps back, pretending to run away.

As a result, as soon as he moved, he was picked up by someone.

He is also a tough guy. He knows he can't be offended, but he still refuses to admit defeat.

The moment his legs left the ground, he suddenly raised his foot and kicked between his father's legs.

I couldn't beat the odds last time, so let's keep up the good work this time.

Anyway, if the Feng family has him, they won't have no descendants.

Of course, imagination is beautiful, but reality is cruel. After all, his skills are inferior to others.

I saw my father turn around and barely avoid his fatal blow.

Being provoked repeatedly by this little kid, the scumbag dad also got angry.

After carrying him into the room, he threw him into the sofa.

"You are so unruly and unruly at a young age. How can you handle it when you grow up?"

Yangyang was not afraid at all, with his nostrils pointing upward, he looked down upon him.

"I'm unruly, so I'm following my father. If you can, beat him up."

Feng Lenglie suddenly raised his hand, but could not find where it fell.

When he punched him, his little body was forced to fall apart.

Finally, he slapped him hard on the butt, but he still didn't feel relieved, so he slapped him a few more times.

What a shame!

This is simply a great shame.

The little guy was completely blown away.

He also thought that this scumbag father was very pitiful when he was alone, so he was ready to help him.

Now it seems that there is absolutely no need for that.

With his mother's charming appearance, finding him a gentle and considerate stepfather is not a joke?

What's the point of turning back?

"You are very good. I remember these slaps. If I don't ask you to get them back with interest, I will write my name backwards."

Seeing that he was still so arrogant, Feng Lenglie felt a little exhausted.

His intimidation seemed insignificant to the little thing.

I really don't know who his parents are, who could have raised such a rebellious son who refuses to obey discipline.

"Did you do the accident that happened at the artificial lake?"

The little guy rolled his eyes.

No matter how fearless he is, he still knows that he cannot admit this.

"You said it was an accident, how could it be man-made?"

Although he used honorifics, he still choked his own father half to death.

The cold wind couldn't help but stretched out his hand to rub the swollen and painful eyebrows. Fortunately, it was not his seed, otherwise he would have been angry to death.

"Let me ask you one last time, was it your hands and feet that moved the wheelchair?"

The little guy shook his head without thinking, shaking his head like a rattle.

The wind is freezing and I have a headache. Can this bastard be more fake?

He concluded that the surveillance system was broken and he couldn't produce any evidence, so he was confident.

"It's not you?"

The little guy continued to shake his head until his head started to feel dizzy. His body tilted and he fell straight onto the sofa.

Feng Leng was so angry that he kicked the coffee table and strode out of the room.

If he stayed any longer, he would be so angry that he would have a heart attack.

The little guy shook his dizzy head, got up and ran to the floor-to-ceiling window.

My biological father had just walked down the steps, and when he looked back, he met his eyes.

He grinned at him and grimaced.

"..."

Feng Lenglie turned around suddenly and strode outside the courtyard.

The little guy looked at his father's messy back and couldn't help but curl his lips.

This old guy is really angry. When he made trouble with Lao Zhou in Haicheng before, Lao Zhou was not as irritable as him.

After his father left, the little guy quickly returned to the room and pulled out a children's watch from under the sofa.

He couldn't figure out what was going on around him these days, and he didn't dare to turn on his phone to contact the outside world.

After several days of squatting, it was determined that there was no bug or anything in the room.

Turn on the phone and enter a special code to dial out.

That was his exclusive contact number with Qingqing. It was multi-layered and encrypted, and even the top international hackers could not decipher it.

The call was successfully connected quickly, and a warm and gritted inquiry came from the small holes on both sides, "Are you still alive?"