My Son Might Be A Villain

If you want a house, let him make his own money to buy it.

Yes, sir. After thinking about it, Zhou Fu's eyes lit up and he said, Then what do you think of the undeveloped area where the Lu family is in country A?

The area that Zhou Fu mentioned is exactly the place left by the ancestors of the Lu family. Although it has not yet been developed, the exploration results have come out and are very valuable!

Exactly, in the future, you can practice your hands for the young master. Zhou Fu said more and more excitedly.

Hearing Zhou Fu's suggestion, Lu Shao's expression became serious.

There, don't move for the time being. Lu Shao said.

Although he had planned to give the area that Zhou Fu mentioned to Su Han, but now, it is obviously too early, and the time is not yet.

Obviously, Zhou Fu also thought of something.

It's because I didn't get a good exam.

The watch and sneakers?

Excessive làng fee.

What about the model toys?

Playing stuff is dying.

...

Why don't you open an account for the young master and deposit a sum of money into it every birthday? Zhou Fu asked again.

Although a bit tacky, but this seems to be the most realistic, right?

Moreover, if he wanted to think about it, he couldn't think of anything.

Do you think he will be short of money in the future?

He's a big kid now, what does he need so much money for?

And, after a pause, Lu Shao said again, Why should I give him my money?

Zhou Fu was completely lost by Lu Shao's sharp questioning three times.

Just as Zhou Fu silently begged to let it go and was about to quietly exit the study, he saw Lu Shao pick up something on the table and threw it over.

Sir, you...! Zhou Fu nervously caught what Lu Shao threw over, his eyes widened and he looked at Lu Shao in disbelief.

Even though he has seen so many strong winds, it is hard to hide Zhou Fu's shock at this moment.

This, this is really for...

Take it and pack it, and let someone deliver it to him on Friday. Before Zhou Fu could speak, Lu Shao said first, with a very positive tone.

Yes, sir, I will deliver it to the young master myself.

Just give it to him, don't say too much. Lu Shao said again.

Yes.

...

Zhou Fu exited the room, thinking that the previous message from Su Ran had not been answered, Lu Shao picked up the phone again.

Lu: Sorry, on the 17th, I had some difficult things to deal with, and there was no way to celebrate his birthday.

Lu: A gift, I will ask someone to deliver it that day.

On the other side, Su Ran, who had thrown the previous conversation aside, was a little surprised when he saw two more messages sent by Lu Shao.

She just obliged to tell the other party. Unexpectedly, the other party was still interested, and there were gifts.

You are such a nice cheap dad.

Su Ran glanced at Su Han faintly, thinking inwardly.

The next second I received another message from Lu Shao: Tell him, happy birthday for me.

Su Ran: Hehehe...

Judging from the current relationship between the plastic father and son, Su Han's birthday will be a little happier if he doesn't tell this sentence.

Just, speaking of gifts...

Su Ran's eyes fluttered at a box of packages in the corner.

It seems a little less.

Su Ran secretly said in his heart.

In the next second, he seemed to think of something, his eyes lit up, he decisively picked up his mobile phone, and went online to search a bunch of baking menus.

She decided that she was going to make a love cake for her family!

Come on, do you still have any books you don't want? Su Ran looked at Su Han and asked.

Yes, do you want to gān?

Borrow one to use!

Okay, but you haven't said that you want to gān.

Don't gān, just... remember the recipes on the Internet and so on. Su Ran said half-truths.

Recipe? Su Han widened his eyes and looked at Su Ran with the expression of #you are teasing me#: you?

What's the matter, I can't just study the recipes? You look down on me?

If Su Han knew women better, he would have known that Su Ran's fierce appearance now is completely concealed by outsiders and friends.

It's a pity that Su Han at the moment is only a little boy of twelve or thirteen years old.

No, you can do whatever you want... Su Han said in a low voice, his tone full of the helplessness of #I can't do anything about you.

Fortunately, the only two kitchen appliances in their family are an old-fashioned rice cooker and a cheap copycat induction cooker.

Small in size and light in weight, it shouldn't be too dangerous.

Even if it burns, the loss is not heavy.

Su Ran didn't know what Su Han was thinking at the moment, so he filtered out the doubt on Ershang's face, Su Ran took the notebook and pen given by Su Han, and took the ingredients and recipes mentioned on the menu very seriously. Note down one by one.

50g flour, 20g oil, 4 eggs, and whipped cream...

The next day, thinking about a certain woman the day before, arrogantly

Speaking of studying the recipe, Su Han was a little worried when he went out.

After confirming again and again that there was nothing else to mess with except jī dan bun gān noodles in the refrigerator, and salt and sugar in the cabinet, he finally went to school with an uneasy mood.