All the cannon fodders I have flirted with are on top [Quick Wear]

"Awake." Ning Zhi assembled the gun in his hand and put it on the table.

The boy on the ground looked at him with innocent eyes, then looked around, "Where is this?"

The miniature pistol spun around Ning Zhi's fingers, then suddenly stopped and pressed against the boy's forehead. "You're really good at playing dumb. Who sent you here, Moore or Quesen?"

The boy looked to be about eleven or twelve years old, with an innocent and clear look in his eyes, and a red spot on his forehead from where the gun had pierced his forehead.

"I'm not stupid," he avoided the gun uncomfortably, tilted his head and asked Ning Zhi, "What is this black thing?"

Ning Zhi raised an eyebrow, "You don't know him?"

If they don't even recognize a gun, they can't be the terrorists who are capable of committing all kinds of evil.

The boy caught a glimpse of the contempt in his eyes and asked in confusion: "Do we have to know each other?"

"It's good that I don't know him." Ning Zhi was sure that he was not looking for revenge on him, so he put away his gun and prepared to drive him away.

It was snowing heavily outside, and it was not comfortable to stay in the room. The boy huddled in the corner, ready to stay there.

"Are you relying on me?" Ning Zhi's tone was a little surprised. This kid fell at his door, and he thought he was an enemy so he brought him back to ask about it, but he didn't expect that he would rely on him.

The boy turned around, facing away from him and said nothing.

"Don't play dumb, who are you?"

The boy staggered as he was dragged by him and could only look up at him. "I don't know. I was here when I woke up, and the first person I saw was you."

This was strange. Ning Zhi turned his eyes and asked, "You really don't remember anything?"

The boy's eyelashes trembled, and he tried to break free from his hand, but the difference in strength between the two was too great, so he was forced to raise his head and answer whatever was asked.

"Is that so?" Ning Zhi looked him over and suddenly laughed, "Actually, I was just teasing you. I know who you are."

The boy blinked, "Who am I?"

"My son." Ning Zhi threw away his hand, sat on the sofa, and looked at his adopted son with satisfaction.

The young man frowned, "But you look very young."

He looked down at himself again, "I don't look that small."

This question stumped Ning Zhi.

He is twenty-five this year, and the kid looks at least ten years old. It is impossible for him to have a baby at the age of fifteen.

The young man saw him hesitate and became suspicious.

"I picked you up," Ning Zhi turned his back and thought about how to make up a story, "It was a winter like this that I picked you up, fed you, dressed you, and taught you to speak."

The more the boy listened, the tighter his brows furrowed.

"So it's appropriate for you to call me dad."

Ning Zhi finished his story, walked up to him, and said half-threateningly, "Do you know why you lost your memory? It's because you didn't listen and I beat you up."

He was wearing combat fatigues, with a gun behind his back, speaking in a threatening tone and with a cold look in his eyes, actively building up his image as a "domestic violence father."

Unfortunately, the boy just pursed his lips and didn't let him get his wish.

Ning Zhi sighed lightly. Ever since he discovered he had superpowers, he had become very fond of dangerous activities. Unfortunately, in a society ruled by law, he couldn't push his limits, so he joined a foreign mercenary group. It was exciting to have some fun from time to time.

But when he thought about dying without spending all the money, he felt it would be a big loss.

It’s not bad to have found a son now. When he dies, not only will there be someone to collect the body, but there will also be someone to help him spend money.

"Call me daddy." He didn't give up and continued to threaten.

Ignorance is bliss. The boy was not afraid of his gun at all. He barely managed to utter a word after being hit on the head, "...Brother."

"?"

Ning Zhi was stunned by what he said. Why did he lower his generation just by knocking on the door?

"Brother, I'm hungry." The boy took advantage of his distraction and snatched the gun and threw it away.

Ning Zhi was secretly shocked when his gun was taken away from him for the first time.

This kid is really suspicious.

Suppressing the doubts in his heart, he picked up the phone and tapped it lightly, and asked casually: "Hey, who...what do you want to eat?"

Oops, I forgot to ask this kid’s name.

Luckily, the boy was so distracted by his phone that he didn't notice anything unusual. "Is there anything to eat on this?"

Ning Zhi nodded perfunctorily, and after looking around he remembered that the road was blocked by a recent snowstorm, so the takeaway could not be delivered.

Then I can only cook.

The boy was amazed at everything he saw and followed him closely, from the living room to the kitchen, and even to the bathroom.

"Get out," Ning Zhi closed the door and opened it again, "Don't squat at the door."

The boy nodded, went to the kitchen, and turned off the fire just like Ning Zhi did.

When Ning Zhi came out, he found that the boy had already brought the bowl, so he raised his eyebrows and smiled, "Great, you can eat."

The eggs were wrapped in bright red soup, which looked delicious and tasty. The boy picked up the noodles and ate them elegantly.

"I only know how to cook this, you just have to make do with it." Ning Zhi put down his chopsticks and observed the young man. The more he watched, the more satisfied he felt.

Judging from the boy's behavior, he should be the young master of some family, but I don't know why he lost his memory.

We have to think of a name for the kid first.

As expected, the first thing the boy said after finishing his meal was, "Brother, what is my name?"

Ning Zhi looked away and said casually, "To attract...wealth?"

"..." The boy blinked again and again, "What's your brother's name?"

"Ning means rather die with honor, Zhi means holding your hand." Ning Zhi replied without hesitation.

That must have been what Grandpa had in mind when he named him.

The boy was thoughtful after hearing this: "Why does my brother's name have a source, but my name sounds like a dog?"

Ning Zhi drank water strategically and selectively ignored the problem.

"Brother, give me another one." The boy snatched his water cup away like snatching a gun.

Ning Zhi was pestered by him to think of a name. He had no idea at first, but suddenly an idea came to his mind, "Mu, Sheng?"

The boy repeated, his eyes curved, "Thank you, brother."

He is quiet and of few words, and does not seek fame or wealth.

Carrying the blue clouds, I ascend to where the bright light is.

Ning Zhi wanted to explain, but felt that Mu Sheng was too young to understand, so he didn't say more.

A few years passed in a flash, and Mu Sheng grew several times faster than other children of the same age, leaving Ning Zhi unprepared.

Before he could enjoy the joy of raising a cub, Mu Sheng had grown taller than him and was often not at home. Sometimes even he didn't know what the cub was busy with.

All I know is that the money at home is increasing.

It seems that he has no children who can make money, and this result successfully makes Ning Zhi depressed.

I was so depressed that I could only get drunk.

Unfortunately, before he could even have a few drinks at the bar, he received a call from his son, "Mu Sheng, aren't you out?"

"Brother, where are you?"

The bar was already noisy, and someone came over to chat with him, so Ning Zhi didn't hear what the kid said clearly, "It was a bit noisy just now, I didn't hear clearly."

But there was a beeping sound from the other end.

Ning Zhi raised his eyebrows. The kid has become more irritable in the past two years and dared to hang up on him.