Pregnant with a small cannon fodder cub in the best abuse text

That night, Cheng Fei lost sleep completely.

The suit that has been kept properly for fear of being neglected in the slightest, is now casually rolled up by him and put into the closet - it is his kindness not to burn it, so what is the need?

He just fell on the bed, thinking about one thing over and over again.Was Shao Tingfeng the wild man that night, or did he deliberately delete the video because of a guilty conscience?

It seems that there are witnesses and physical evidence, but the logic is not right.

The clothes cost seven or eight figures, how could Shao's mother be willing to give them to the little cannon fodder?Shao Tingfeng had to borrow everywhere even to drive, and the value of the borrowed car became more and more shabby every time. Let alone buying it, he might not even be able to rent an ordinary high-end suit, let alone a casual one after a night of flirting. Just keep the clothes and ignore such expensive clothes for several months. How much money does this have to do?

If he hadn't read the original book, he was so sure that the little cannon fodder only had the false name of "the young master of the Shao family", he would immediately take his clothes and go to the next door to beat someone up!

But if Shao Tingfeng is really Shao Tingfeng, it means that from the first day he moved in, he was kept in the dark the whole time, like an idiot, unconsciously cohabiting with a little bastard who had fucked him for a few days month...

What's the difference between that and being naked in front of him?

Cheng Fei's mentality collapsed, tens of thousands of barrages of cursing flew through his mind, and the shame that he realized behind was overwhelming, and he was almost out of breath.

If Shao Tingfeng is really that wild man, then he will kick this scheming little bastard to the wall, and he won't be able to get it off!

Cheng Fei tossed and turned on the bed thinking.As cautious as he is, he feels that the physical evidence is not strong enough. After all, it is only the same size. It cannot be proved that it is a small cannon fodder. What if the small cannon fodder still denies it?All the evidence had to be put in front of him at once.

For example, recording the manager's confession and broadcasting it to the little bastard, such as the photo of the cannon fodder in a suit—hey, why didn't he expect that, the video of the elevator and the floor where the incident happened was deleted, which doesn't mean that the time slots in other places also disappeared , he can look for the video of the day, as long as the small cannon fodder is in the mirror, doesn't it prove that the clothes belong to him?There is even some other evidence, he just ignored it for the time being...

After picking it up for so long, Cheng Fei suddenly felt less anxious. Shao Tingfeng is now like a little bastard in a urn, waiting for him to fry, bake, stew, and boil, and he can't find the palm of his hand.

He wants to find out all the evidence, so that the little cannon fodder can't be discerned and die clearly!

·

Next door, Shao Tingfeng was sitting by the bed, feeling the wind blowing from behind for no reason.He raised his eyes and found that the window was not closed properly, so he walked over slowly and closed the window.

I wonder if that person remembered to close the window...

This thought flashed by, and his face, which had finally cooled down, flushed a little, and what happened tonight couldn't help but come to mind again.Cheng Fei was wearing the pajamas he had just sent out, and it was the first time he was so close to him, so close that he dared not breathe several times, for fear that his too hot temperature would make that person notice something.

Even with such restraint, a certain possibility that he had never dared to imagine still popped up uncontrollably when the two approached. Until now, the two of them had obviously gone back to their respective houses, and he was still thinking——It was him Think so?

·

At 1 o'clock, Cheng Fei opened his eyes and realized that he hadn't fallen asleep, so he didn't fall asleep at all, and took out his mobile phone to pass the time.

He clicked on the cream platform, took a habitual look at the local rich father, and unexpectedly found that the local rich father was still online, and the dialog box between the two was activated by the other party, and the sign "the other party is typing" was displayed on it.

The local rich father actually suffered from insomnia?

Cheng Fei waited patiently for a while. Dad was in the "input" state all the time. He didn't know if he was posting some small papers, or he was still speechless, so there was no news for a long time.Cheng Fei took the initiative to say something privately: [Why is Mr. Digital still not sleeping? 】

The rich father came back quickly this time: 【You should rest】

Feiran: [It's okay, I'll get up and have some supper, I can chat with you]

Cheng Fei often wakes up hungry since she was pregnant, thanks to Shao Tingfeng's abundant reserves of snacks, which can be used to satisfy his hunger at any time.But tonight he was full of gas, and he was not hungry at the moment, and he didn't want to be eaten by the little cannon fodder.

The local tyrant's father's head flickered, as if he accepted his explanation.Normally, my father would disconnect without hesitation after saying that, but today he still refused to turn off his avatar.

After a while, the other party sent you a message: [Can I ask the host a question]

Dad is so polite when he speaks!

Feiran: [Okay, which aspect]

Tyrant: [Emotion]

Cheng Fei: "..." Sorry, I'm single.

But solving troubles and problems for rich fans is an essential social skill for an anchor, how can he spoil his father's interest?

Fei Ran: [Dear, no problem, I have rich experience, I must know everything]

Local tycoon:【. 】

After a few seconds, the local tyrant resent: [How to determine whether the other party likes me]

Cheng Fei was silent. Isn't the local tyrant already married and has a lovely wife?Why do you still ask this kind of question?

Could it be... Could it be that the little wife of the local tyrant doesn't like him, and the two of them are in a business marriage?As a result, everywhere, the pure marriage relationship began to become unbalanced, and the rich father had a long-term love for the little wife?But ashamed to speak?

Cheng Fei typed a line uncertainly: [Are you in unrequited love? 】

"The other party is typing" in the dialog box lasted for a full 10 minutes, as if it was difficult to ask this question.Cheng Fei, who had suffered from insomnia for a long time, finally felt a little drowsy, and the rich father replied: 【It's not me, it's a friend. 】

Cheng Fei: ... Ha ha.

Dad, you don't have to hide it, friends have been my series since ancient times.

But my father was embarrassed to admit it, and he would not be so stupid as to expose it. He immediately replied thoughtfully: [The easiest way is to express love to her directly and talk to her heart.Anyway, you have children too, so it should be easy to say this kind of thing】

The local tyrant emphasized again: [We are friends. 】

Cheng Fei: "...Poof."

It was the first time he knew that his laughing point was so low, the stubborn denial of the local rich father made him happy, and even the depression of being irritated by the cannon fodder all night dissipated a lot.

Feiran: [Okay, okay, I'm your friend, I made a slip of the tongue]

Fei Ran: [You're asking too broadly, why don't you describe the usual behavior of your friend and his wife?In this way, I can judge whether his wife likes him or not]

The rich father quickly typed out a line and sent it over.

Tuhao: [Even if he is tired, he insists on cooking for me]

Cheng Fei hadn't finished reading this passage when suddenly the screen changed and the above words were withdrawn.So much so that the local tyrant's words were full of loopholes and exposed himself, so he could only pretend not to see it.

Tuhao: [Wait a minute, I'll ask my friend. 】

Cheng Fei: "..."

There was a muffled laugh in the room.Cheng Fei laughed so hard that he rolled all over the bed, his body trembling.The local tyrant's clumsy lying skills are like frantically probing his jokes.

The rich father finally became "rigorous" this time, and he "asked" for a minute before sending another message.

Tuhao: [My friend said that no matter how tired his wife is, she insists on cooking for him]

Fei Ran: [Do it with a big belly? 】

Local tyrant: [Wait a minute, let me ask]

After ten seconds of "rigorous".

Local tyrant: [No meals for three meals]

Feiran: [Wow, that might be really interesting]

Tuhao: [You think so too? 】

Fei Ran: [Of course, I often cook, and I know the chef's psychology too well. If it's not someone I value, I won't bother to care what the other party eats]

Feiran: [Only love and food can't be disappointed, haven't you heard of it? 】

The local tyrant was silent and didn't return for a long time.

Cheng Fei was very interested. He didn't expect that the woman could cook in the marriage of a wealthy family, and the little wife of the wealthy father was too down-to-earth.

He asked again: [Is there any other performance besides this?]

Tyrant: [Yes]

Local tyrant: [His wife will wash his clothes]

Local tyrant: [including the innermost one]

……

Local tyrant: [will throw in his arms and give him hugs]

The rich dad was probably too complacent, and even forgot to execute the step of "Ask my friend", so he fired four consecutive shots, except for the fourth one, which was a little hesitant, maybe because of shyness, and the first three were almost simultaneously released.

Cheng Fei was so surprised that his eyes fell down. From which ancient time did my father's little wife come from a fairy?It’s okay to cook with a big belly, but she also washes clothes for her husband with a big belly!Wash panties!It's so virtuous that it's outrageous!

Cheng Fei typed without hesitation: [Is this still a question?Of course it is true love! 】

Tyrant: [Yes]

Local tyrant; [is it]

Tsk tsk, the local tyrants were so pleasantly surprised that they even stuttered while typing.

Feiran: [Of course!I take the head fidelity on my project, she absolutely likes your friend!Let your friends must cherish her!After this village, there will be no such shop, you know]

The local tyrant was silent for a long time this time, and the "typing" was lit up again, still flickering anxiously for a long time, probably thinking about how to express his joy.

After a long while, a line of words faintly lit up: [Does the anchor have someone he likes]

Eh?How did the topic turn to yourself?Shouldn't we continue to discuss how to develop a relationship with the married little wife?Asking this kind of question now is simply rubbing salt on the wound of a single dog.

But since the local tyrant's father spoke, Cheng Fei took it as a small talk and responded casually: [No]

Local tycoon:【? ? ? 】

Three question marks to show Dad's shock.

Fei Ran; [What's the point of falling in love?Isn't he good as a single parent? 】

Two seconds later, the message was retracted.

Fei Ran: [Single, it’s single, I made a typo just now]

Local tycoon:【. 】

The portrait of the local rich father was grayed out once.Struggling to go online again, "the other party is typing" flashed, but he didn't send a message for a long time.

Cheng Fei realized later and hurriedly made amends.

Feiran: [Numbers don't get me wrong, your friend's love is absolutely delicious, wish them a happy marriage for a hundred years and have a baby early]

This time, the local tyrant's father never responded again, and after 1 minute, the avatar was completely grayed out.

Cheng Fei thought to himself, tsk tsk, maybe he was so happy after listening to his explanation that his love was surging and he couldn't restrain himself, and he had to be gentle with his little wife to relieve it.

The author has something to say: Xiao Shao today: Purgatory on earth.

Tomorrow's Xiao Shao: I'm sorry yesterday was heaven.

[There is another update] Showdown in the next chapter, my hand hurts a bit, I wrote it slowly, come and see it in the afternoon