It's not my fault to be ugly

Feng Dingkun covered his face and sat in the car.He didn't want to see anything, he didn't want to hear anything, even if Feng Dingqian was sitting next to him, and the child who was related to him by blood was babbling and calling beside him, he didn't want to move.

Although he put on a gesture of refusal, he knew how weak he was and could only be calculated by Feng Dinggan step by step, so he had to go back to Feng's house with him.

He really wanted to yell, shook Feng Dingqian's shoulders and asked him, why did he make the decision for himself, so that he became a father for no reason, what qualifications does he have!Why do all this!

However, he hated Feng Dingqian's face more than venting, always calm and calm, as if nothing could escape his control.

Ling Yuxin couldn't do it, and neither could he.

Feng Dingkun got out of the car and followed Feng Dingqian into the gate of Feng's house.I don't know what the servants will think of him when they see him and come back, but he doesn't care anymore.

A man went upstairs and returned to the original room. Nothing in it had changed, and it remained the same as when he left.

Feng Dingkun was awakened by a burst of crying, he glanced at his watch, it was three o'clock in the morning.He turned over, covered his ears and tried to continue falling asleep, but the baby's cry seemed to have a special penetrating power, the more he didn't want to hear it, the more clearly he could hear it.

Feng Dingkun frowned, thinking to himself, with the lung capacity of a newborn, it is impossible to cry all night.Tired of crying after waiting.But he tossed and turned on the bed for more than 40 minutes, and the crying still showed no signs of stopping.

He was so angry that he sat up and opened the bedroom door. This time the crying sound was more clear, and it came from the living room downstairs.He leaned on the handrail and looked downstairs. Feng Dingqian sat helplessly beside the desk lamp, shaking the child abruptly, trying to coax him, but it was obvious that he was not a good hand at coaxing children, no matter how he tried to coax him, it was useless.

It was the first time Feng Dingkun saw Feng Dingqian in such a state of desperation.Ha, finally found out what the big devil can't handle, he thought bitterly.

Sensing Feng Dingkun's gaze, Feng Dingqian raised his head, and the two looked at each other.Feng Dingqian said softly: "Did it wake you up? I'll go outside, you continue to sleep."

He stood up and walked out the door with the child in his arms.

Feng Dingkun had no choice but to admit defeat.He went downstairs, walked behind Feng Dingqian and said, "Give it to me."

He hugged the child, sat on the steps and patted it gently, humming a song.The child was crying and crying, feeling that he had changed, and calmed down, looking at Feng Dingkun curiously with wet eyes.

Feng Dingkun also looked at this little devil carefully.He didn't know what the child's mother looked like, but the child was still very cute, especially when he was not crying.

Feng Dingqian sat beside him, also looked at the child, and said softly: "The eyes are like yours."

Feng Dingkun didn't respond to him, he sang softly and looked at the courtyard at night, the starlight was soft, and the dew on the leaves shone like pearls.

"I'll call you Feng Zhu." Feng Dingkun said, looking at the child's innocent and bright eyes.

After Feng Dingkun coaxed Feng Zhu to sleep, he also went back to the bedroom and had a sleep.He slept until ten o'clock in the morning, and was awakened by Feng Zhu's crying, so he finally had to get up.

"Ah...why are you crying again..." Feng Dingkun sighed, walked downstairs after washing up, still thinking in his heart, send Feng Zhu to learn singing in the future.

Feng Dingqian went to work early, and Feng Zhu was held by the invited nanny, but she refused to breastfeed no matter what, and kept crying.

Feng Dingkun walked over to pick Feng Zhu up, gritted his teeth and asked, "Does Ah Zhu miss Dad, and if you cry again, Dad won't hug you. You little crying bag."

Feng Zhu stopped, rolled her eyes to look at Feng Dingkun, and stretched out her hand to scratch his face.Feng Dingkun opened his mouth and ate his little hand into his mouth with a whimper, which made Feng Zhu giggle.

He held Feng Zhu in his arms, let the nurse nurse him, and ate breakfast himself.

After breakfast, he pushed Feng Zhu out for a stroll, and bought some diapers, milk powder, feeding bottles and so on for children.He found that in just one night, he quickly adapted to the role of father, and he couldn't help admiring himself from the bottom of his heart.Probably used to being fucked by life, he has been able to find a more comfortable position when being raped without changing his face.

With a click, Xiang Ying pressed the shutter, then brought the camera to her eyes, and checked the photos just taken.

Feng Dingkun seemed to be aware of it. From this side, he quickly turned around and ran back to the car. After confirming that the photos he took were clear enough, he drove away.

Feng Dingkun... There was indeed a child in the stroller he was pushing, and he was not mistaken.Xiang Ying frowned, could it be that Feng Dingkun got married secretly when she didn't know it?Impossible, he has been with Feng Dingkun since last year, it is impossible to not even know that he is married.

He is not married, so whose child is that?Did Feng Ding do it?But as far as he knew, he and Feng Dingqian fell out for some unknown reason a few months ago, how could he take his child out for a walk now?

Xiang Ying was puzzled, and when she returned to the editorial department, she was still full of thoughts.When the female colleague saw him coming back, she said, "The old man is looking for you."

Xiangying put down the camera and backpack, went to the editor-in-chief's office, and sat down on the sofa.

The editor-in-chief sneezed, and a strong smell of cologne radiated in the narrow office room. Xiang Ying frowned, and the curly hair on her head exuded strong disgust.

"Aying, are you still with Feng Dingkun recently?"

"Yes." Since the editor-in-chief didn't stop, he naturally continued to follow, writing small manuscripts that didn't hurt at all and just dealt with it.

"Hey, forget it, don't follow, anyway, you won't be able to follow any big news." The editor-in-chief waved his hand: "You should continue to follow the illegitimate child of Yu Manwei."

"Ok."

The editor-in-chief was about to say something else, when the phone rang, and he answered the phone with a flattering smile on his face: "Hey, Mr. Zhuo, how are you?"

"I've already explained it, and I won't talk to him anymore." He suddenly raised his head and saw that Xiang Ying hadn't left yet. He waved his hand like chasing flies, turned around and walked into the room with the phone.

Who is Mr. Zhuo?

When the editor-in-chief said "don't follow him", is he referring to Feng Dingkun again?

As far as he knew, there was only one person with the surname Zhuo connected with the Feng family, Zhuo Ying.

His understanding of Zhuo Ying is limited to some brief contacts in high school.At that time, he didn't know that the disfigured Feng Dingkun was the middle school student whom he had secretly photographed. It was only because of Lu Mingran's popularity that he heard about Feng Dingkun who was rumored to have been harassing Lu Mingran.He remembered that the relationship between Zhuo Ying and Feng Dingkun was quite good at that time, so Zhuo Ying's position now is really too strange.

As soon as he came back, he bought part of Ling Yuxin's shares and became Feng's shareholder, but his role was not like a long-lost friend, and most of his contacts with Feng Dingkun were on business.If, as I speculated, it was he who secretly incited public opinion and bought a large amount of Feng's stock when it plummeted, then after all, he may now own 18% of Feng's shares.

This number is already a bit scary.Feng Dingkun only has 20% in his hand.

He opened a chat group of his own, and this group is full of professional paparazzi like him, and they sometimes exchange information in this group, of course, for a fee.

Xiang Ying kept his name anonymous and asked in the group: Does anyone know a shareholder of the Feng Corporation named Zhuo Ying?

There were several replies one after another, but none of them knew.That's right, these people usually have more entertainment stars, and there are very few people like him who will follow Feng Dingkun for several months, let alone a shareholder of Feng's.

But at night, someone @ him: I have some news here, chat me privately.

Xiang Ying chatted with him in private, and the other party was very forthright: "I also just noticed him from someone else's information. 500 yuan."

Transferred money to Ying.

"I found that he went to country E more frequently, and he always collided with a celebrity I was following. At the time, I thought he was that celebrity's boyfriend outside the circle, but now it seems that it should be just a coincidence."

"Where does he often go to in country E?"

"Newell City. I have his ID number here. If you are interested, you can check his flight."

Xiang Ying asked for her ID card, and asked someone to check it out, and got an unexpected result: Zhuo Ying has booked a plane ticket to Newell City the day after tomorrow!

He immediately asked the editor-in-chief for leave, saying that he was going to fly abroad to catch up on Yu Manwei's material, and promised to take photos this time!Then quickly booked a ticket to Newell City the day after tomorrow.

"This is your son." Cen Fayu poked Feng Zhu's face with his hand.

Feng Zhu stared at him with wide eyes, and cried five seconds later. Everyone else in the supermarket looked over. Feng Dingkun quickly picked him up, patted and coaxed him: "My son, do you want to be his godfather?" ?”

"I don't want to. Who wants to be a father at such a young age? Not even a godfather." Cen Fayu looked at Feng Zhu with his chin propped up, and asked, "How does it feel to be a father?"

"What else can I do? Of course I'm angry. Can anyone not be angry when a son is suddenly stuffed?" Feng Dingkun shook his head: "Feng Dingqian is simply a lunatic."

"Think about it from another angle. You are gay anyway, so it is impossible for you to marry a woman. He helped you with a surrogate and got a baby. Didn't he save you a lot of trouble?"

"This kind of thing must at least have my consent!" Feng Dingkun glared at Cen Fayu, annoyed that he seemed to be speaking for Feng Dingqian.

"Hey, okay...I won't say anything."

Feng Dingkun put Feng Zhu in the stroller and walked out of the mall with Cen Fayu.Cen Fayu was carrying big bags and small bags. The weather was very hot. The two of them stood on the side of the street and wanted to take a taxi back home, but the taxis were full in this weather.

"Why don't you take the bus." Feng Dingkun was afraid of spoiling the child, so he pulled Cen Fayu to the bus stop.At this time, a sports car braked suddenly at their feet, and Cen Fayu quickly pulled Feng Dingkun back a step, cursing: "I don't have eyes! If it crashes, I will sue you for bankruptcy!"

The driver smiled and said, "Hahaha, I'm sorry!"

Feng Dingkun glanced at the driver, his heart skipped a beat, and he glanced at the co-pilot, who was indeed Lu Mingran sitting there.

Lu Mingran didn't look at him, his expression was cold.

Lan Xin was cheerful, and stuck her head out of the window: "Hey, it's Feng Dingkun, what a coincidence, where are you going?"

"go home."

"Hey, who is this child? Is it yours?" Lan Xin looked at the stroller in surprise, even Lu Mingran turned her head around.

"Well, my son's name is Feng Zhu."

"Huh?" Lan Xin was so startled that her sunglasses slipped to the bridge of her nose, she glared at Feng Dingkun: "Is there a mistake?! Your son is already born?!"

Lu Mingran, who was sitting in the passenger seat, said coldly: "How long are you going to be ashamed of yourself? Hurry up and drive!"