Inhibition Marking Committee

1 in the previous chapter, oh

2. "I, the heir of a millennium family, held a parent-teacher meeting with my parents"

Due to the special circumstances of my family, the number of times my father came to hold parent-teacher meetings for me can be counted on one's fingers.It’s not because he doesn’t like me—after all, I’m the only child in the family, and my parents dote on me (probably there is such a thing)—but because my father is too lethal, using my mother’s frequent words In other words, "Where did you go to seduce people again, you evildoer?!"

In a blink of an eye, I grew up and was admitted to the university that my father nodded and said was good.I was really relieved, with such a godly father, if I get ugly grades, I am afraid that my mother will take a broom and beat me back into the stomach and be reborn, and be taught a lesson:

"How can my family A's fertilized egg grow up to score 59 in the exam? Something must have gone wrong, try again!"

I have long been used to such strange remarks.

Closer to home, I was admitted to the university, yes, and then the school asked the parents of the students to attend the first parent meeting.Due to the large number of people, the school recommends that alpha parents at home attend the meeting for safety reasons.I broke the news to my dad, who thought for a moment, gave me what I call a "Dangerous! Run!" smile, and told me he would be there.

Although my father is sometimes tough, sometimes soft, and sometimes insane, he and my mother staged some dramas at home that I have not been able to understand yet, but he is the uncompromising head of the Xi family.What decision did he make, even if his mother raises a sign to protest, there is no way.

As a result, my mother felt as if she was on the verge of a big enemy, and she regarded the parent-teacher meeting as a preparatory battle for the world war, and she dared not neglect it at all.I personally went to the school to step on the site, study the terrain, and even set up a miniature sand table in the study room to calculate the rate at which my father attracted the crowd every second when he was walking, in order to convince my father: You are really not suitable for this parent meeting, or I go.

My father didn't say much, just stood in front of the bedroom and ticked his fingers, my mother put down everything at hand and entered the mysterious big house as if her soul had been taken away. When she came out again, he talked to me sullenly He asked: "Go well, watch your father, don't make any mistakes."

I knew he would quickly compromise and fall short.

On the day of the parent-teacher meeting, my mother filled my father with all kinds of "stamps", including and not limited to the wedding ring, the wife's bento with my mother's vicious head on the box, and so many on the neck that I didn't even see it The "strawberry print" of my father was short of pasting the note "this A has the owner" on my father's back.

Do they think I'm still eight years old and don't understand these things?gas!

As if nothing had happened, my mother pushed my father's neckline a little bit inward, just enough to reveal half of the hickey, to let others know that he is famous, and the other half is fierce, so that it will not arouse people's daydreams, so she pretended to be generous and virtuous at the door We both: "Have fun and come back soon."

I have no doubt that he will follow, with a high probability of lying on the roof of the well-marked house, wearing a full set of equipment, and using the rotary needle-tube sniper rifle equipped with special inhibitors to hunt and kill those who are deceived by my father's gentle appearance poor guy.

The gun was developed by himself. It has an extremely complex and delicate structure. It can be loaded with three types of ammunition: ordinary bullets, anti-A soothing agent, and anti-O inhibitor.Ammunition conversion can be realized instantly by pulling the lever. It is the "ultimate weapon" that makes A impotent in one second and O in heat in the next second.I don't know why I should study something that seems useless with my mother's ability to destroy the world with a flip of a hand.

Maybe this is love, I'm still young, I don't understand yet.

We arrived at the auditorium, and to be honest, I was nervous, and in view of my father's danger from all sides, I decided to sit in a place with fewer people.

But I found out tragically that people kept changing seats here before the conference even started.

Until an omega parent sat next to my father and introduced himself enthusiastically: "Hello, your child is so handsome. Is your family also Alpha not here? The current A really has no sense of responsibility at all."

My back is dripping with cold sweat... Wait... There are few people in this area, it can't be because of...

My father smiled gently and said, "Yes, the school has set aside an omega area for us, it's really considerate."

It's over.

I didn't even dare to look up to the windows on top of the venue.Maybe the next second my mother's rubber bullet will hit me on the forehead.

I lowered my voice and asked my father with difficulty: "You know this is the omega zone, why didn't you tell me when I took the wrong way just now?"

My father was as gentle as a devil: "You are old enough, you should learn to take responsibility by yourself."

Ahhhh I don't want to take on this kind of life-threatening responsibility at all!I would rather go to the small world to slaughter god-level monsters!I don't want to get involved in the horrible dispute between you two!

When I was seriously thinking about whether to contact Brother Heipi to escape the scene immediately, the omega parent played the usual spirit of finding trouble for nothing in the parent meeting-giving the extra glass of drink in his hand to his father as a gesture of friendliness.

My brain suddenly sounded the ten-level alarm——

The father took it, although he was smiling, but he was a little lonely: "Ah, it's milk tea. I haven't had these things for a long time since I got married."

I:? ? ?Obviously it was you who said that too much sugar in milk tea would affect your health, and you forbade me and Brother Heipi to take it home to drink!

Parent O's success will be wrong, and he was surprised: "Is your family A not letting you drink?"

My father said helplessly: "Always listen to alpha at home, don't you?"

Parent O looked at my father and me as if looking at a feudal antique, and finally looked left and right, leaned over and asked seriously: "Although it is not good to say so, it seems that at your age, there will be no children who go to college. Could it be... this child brother?"

As early as 18 years ago, my mother tied the lifeline to my father and gave him eternal life.So his appearance stopped early on his 28th birthday, and he is still as beautiful and young as ever after 18 years.

My father replied naturally: "No, he is a legal father."

"The legal father? You are his stepdad, right? The child is already this old, so your...isn't too young?"

My father picked up the gossip proficiently, smiled, as if embarrassed: "My family is close to fifty, but he is still alive and well."

As he spoke, he turned his neck sideways, and O's parents saw the "traces of marital crimes" on his neck as he wished.

This is the default? !I am not a stepson, and he is not my young and beautiful mother.I have to say that my father really knows how to mislead others. What he said is the truth, but it is not the same thing in other people's ears.

Parent O exclaimed: "You are still so young, he married you and spoiled you well, and still treats you like this?"

My father lowered his eyes, and couldn't help revealing the hardships of life: "What else can I do? Life has to go on. Once you enter this door, you will never be able to get out again. The one at home is very possessive of me. Satisfied all the time, if you accidentally make him dissatisfied, you will... In short, alpha is very arbitrary at home, no one dares to resist, and the Os in the family will listen to him."

With a stiff face, I wanted to tell the parents of O who were kept in the dark by my father Oscar's acting skills—the kind and beautiful young beauty in front of you is not my stepfather, but the "arbitrary, arbitrary, and unrestrained" in his own mouth. The alpha that no one dares to mess with."

And he himself is approaching 50.

Seeing that the situation was crazily slipping towards an extremely uncontrollable road, I sent an "alarm" message to my mother with trembling fingers: Brother Huan, I can't control your husband, you can do it yourself.

I don't usually call my mother that.One call is definitely a big deal.My mother will definitely get it and be there in 5 minutes to take away my crazy charm-spreading father.

3. "The Story of Me, the Heir of a Millennium Family, Being Treated as a Wedding Souvenir"

It's a difficult question to ask about my family atmosphere and disharmony.

The problem was with my parents.

They almost quarrel every three days, and they quarrel every ten days. They even fight big during the New Year and holidays.My family's house is very big, they can enter the lake pond from the seventh floor, and then enter the ancestral hall from the shore. Although it always ends with my mother raising her hands and surrendering, I think they seem to enjoy it.

I am vexed.

Because often when they fight in the middle of the night, they will happen to be on the eve of my exam.Once, the noise from under the pond was too loud, so I ran to the window and shouted, "Can you please keep your voice down? I still have an exam."

I saw a white hand protruding from the surface of the lake scattered with circles of ripples, and cast a large-scale silencing spell neatly.

I knew it was my father's hand at a glance, because he was pampered by my mother at home, never did any work, and his fingers were clean.

After the fight, they will be quiet for many days.They would start to cuddle and hug each other. In the big room where my toys were kept, in the corner of the basement, and in the corner of the refrigerator in the kitchen, I bumped into them many times. Even after sending me to school, as soon as I picked up my schoolbag and left, my mother would Would secretly kiss my father on the cheek.

Does it have to be like this after the fight?This must be the unique way of reconciliation for adults.

When I was ten years old, they had another fight.This time it seemed to be very serious. I hid in the corner stairs and heard my mother pacing back and forth in the hall angrily. She stopped and said fiercely to my father: "Ximo Hui, did I spoil you too much?" Ruthless, make you think I'm losing my temper?"

"This matter has nothing to do with you." My father sat on the chair, his face was a little pale, but his expression was very cold.

"It has nothing to do with me?" My mother laughed angrily.I know his violent temper, as long as it is related to my father, he will explode at any point.

"Go out to fight without telling me, and get injured, you think you can't see it if you healed me secretly, right!? Who do you take me for?"

My father coughed lightly in silence.

The voice was very soft, but I felt my mother's heart suddenly tugged.

My mother immediately lowered her face, "Are you still okay? Let me see—"

"It's none of your business."

After the father finished speaking, he teleported away.At home here, as long as he wants to go, no one can stop him, my mother is no exception.

I thought to myself that they had a big fight, and the next day they should kiss and hug each other normally, but for three days in a row, the door of my father's room was locked tightly, and my mother kept her face sullen all day long, without saying a word.I don't know what's different this time from the previous ones, but my intuition is very bad, and my heart keeps beating: Why isn't it as sticky as a baked rice cake today?it's wired.

At dinner in the evening, I heard my mother standing by the window, looking up at the tall buildings, and saying to herself: "...the windows are all sealed, alas, forget it."

never mind?My mother actually had a discouraged day!Is our family going to break up?

I thought about it, if my parents divorced, I would definitely be assigned to my father, and then my mother would use the excuse of visiting me to squat at the school gate all day long.My father sent me to school. Because I was too young and beautiful, I would be harassed by passing parents and teachers.When my mother who became a vinegar factory saw me again, I could imagine what kind of chaos there would be.

If we fail, our school will be razed to the ground and cease to exist.

No, I'm still waiting for the final exam, and with my father's permission, I can go to the amusement park with Brother Heipi!

I, Xi Meili, as a member of this family, decided to stand up and save my family that was about to be in danger.

Because my father was "difficult" (a word my mother used to say), I went to my mother first.

My mother is a boy, but whether she goes out alone or with our little family, she is always recognized as an alpha.This is not surprising, after all, he is cool, tall and strong, with more muscles than our school's physical education teacher, and he is a man who is better than an A.

It stands to reason that in a small family with AO parents like ours, the children can call the male mother "Dad".But my mother said casually, "You have only one father, Xi Mohui. I was the one who gave birth to you, so you can call me mother."

He never cared what he was called.He only cares about my father.

He loves me very much, and occasionally looks at me and says weird things.

For example, when mopping the floor on a whim at home, I rolled up my sleeves and rested on the mop pole for a while. When I saw me passing by holding a small schoolbag, I would suddenly sigh: "Oh, it's a wedding souvenir for my family A and I. One day grow up one day."

Wedding souvenirs, that's how he secretly called me.

I thought it was weird, but when I thought of the small puddings he stuffed my lunch box every day, I didn't care.

"Dong dong", knock on the door——

My mother opened the door and saw me. Although she frowned and had a cold face, she still lowered her body and asked, "My baby, what's wrong?"

I raised my head and said, "Father wants me to give you a present."

The mother was surprised, the corners of her mouth twitched, she gritted her teeth and said angrily, "Gift? What kind of gift, that tsundere man sealed the door with three thousand layers of seals overnight, what gift can he give me?"

I threw myself on top of him, tiptoed, and hugged his waist, "It's me, your wedding present."

My mother stayed there for two seconds, then suddenly squatted down and hugged me so tightly, her cold appearance collapsed all of a sudden, "Woooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo Be delicate."

My mother said that he was going to make some preparations and violently break through the defensive net my father had set up at the door of the master bedroom. I took advantage of this time to look for things on the bookshelf in the small study.

I'm looking for a photo album, the vintage photo album my mother kept here like a treasure.

Speaking of this photo album, I want to pout.It was my tenth birthday present, and it contained my growth and changes every month since I grew up in my mother's belly. It was the only delicate and long-lasting thing made by a rough man like my mother.

When I opened it happily, I found that my father was in almost every sheet inside.Carefully hugging my newborn father, the patriarch's father who was sitting tight when taking family photos, the father with long hair fluttering in the background when he sent me to school for the first time, and the father under the cherry blossom tree when we went out to play in spring.

My mother seems to be recording my growth, but his eyes and lens are always inseparable from my father.

There was only one of them with my mother in it, and it was randomly photographed by Brother Heipi while he was playing with a camera at my primary school ceremony.My mother's eyes pierced through the chaotic crowd and stared in one direction from a distance, just because my father was standing there, laughing with the head teacher.

At that time, when I was little, I looked at that photo again and again, and I only felt that it was very different, and I couldn't tell why it was different.

I'm short and can't reach the bookshelf, so I called the sleeping Heipi brother to help me get the photo album, found the photo exactly, stuffed it into my small powder blue envelope, and solemnly used my 136-color luxury crayon I drew a letter and put it inside. After I was ready, I went to knock on my father's door.

"Father, are you there? Can you open the door?"

No one cares about me.That's normal, he must be sulking on a daily basis.

I had no choice, so I lay on the ground, stuffed the small envelope through the crack of the door little by little, and sat by the door with my knees hugged.

After a while, there was the sound of walking slowly through the door. It is expected that my father picked up the envelope and saw the crooked writing on the front of the envelope:

"It's a small gift from your wedding souvenir"

I can't say it was given by my mother, because he might get angry at me and give me a hundred and eighty spell assignments.

My father whispered through the door: "The word 'thing' in the gift is still wrong..."

I quickly covered my mouth tightly, for fear that he would squat outside the door if he knew the typo king, Xi Meimei.

My father should have opened the envelope, saw the photo first, was silent for a long, long time, and then unfolded the crayon drawing that I had carefully drawn for more than ten minutes, which showed my black-haired mother and silver-haired father, holding hands , wrote my words at the bottom: "He likes you so much."

"Kacha", the door actually opened.

My father saw me sitting in the corridor, looked at the painting in his hand, wiped his face, covered his eyes, but there was a slight smile on the corner of his mouth.

He opened his hands, "Come here and give me a hug."

His attitude softened.

I ran over, slammed into his arms softly and hugged him, and whispered to him in his ear: "Just now, my mother hugged me too, and my father hugged me too, which means you hugged your mother too, so we are reconciled." .”

My father was breathing heavily, and seemed to be suppressing something. He rubbed my head and said, "Well, go to bed quickly, and I will send you to school tomorrow morning."

When I heard this sentence, I knew that my parents' reconciliation tonight must be inseparable.

After a while, I was obediently hugging the little rabbit and reading a book under the covers, when I heard a rumble upstairs. It was my mother who blasted the door with heavy firepower.After frying for about 10 minutes, suddenly there was no sound.I feel a lot more at ease.

Another hour later, my mother hurried down in her pajamas, knocked on my door, and brought me a sweet homemade jelly.

He kissed my forehead, rubbed my hair and said, "Thank you my cub."

With a small spoon in my mouth, I whispered, "Have you 'fed' him well?"

My mother couldn't help laughing, and pretended to be dignified: "Next time you can't say the word 'fuck' in front of your father, he will be angry." Then she whispered, "It's done."

That night, I slept very soundly with the little rabbit in my arms.

Who made me a great rescuer of family relationships?

Although my family relationship may not always be harmonious, my parents love each other and love me very much.

so good.

The author has something to say: Huan Erbai's oral habit: my family A, our family head, my family's sweet wife, my family's cub, your wife, your baby

The quarrel is actually an agreement, it is a tacit vent, it is not really arguing at home every day hahaha, in order to add excitement to the boring happy life, the dog couple abuses the dog every day, and even feeds their son dog food!