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

Can't sleep.

Cheng Fei closed the door and lay back on the bed obviously, still thinking about the scene of the little cannon fodder touching his stomach just now.Although he was a bit of a cannon fodder at the beginning, when his hand slowly moved over his stomach, the originally inconspicuous small bubbles in his stomach turned into bright big bubbles, a bunch of them, jumping with joy, Even Cheng Fei had to admit that the little guy in his belly seemed to like Shao Tingfeng, wanted to get close to him, and wanted to follow his hand.

And I... don't seem to hate this kind of approach.

Therefore, without much hesitation, he granted the right to approach.

But it is one thing to acquiesce, and another to feel ashamed. After all, he is the father of the baby who has had abnormal contact with him. Shao Tingfeng's approach still brought him quite a shock.

Little Cannon Fodder's hands were big and hot, and he was able to control his belly effortlessly. Until now, he still felt the warm touch on his stomach.

Wrapped in the quilt, Cheng Fei turned around, and found that he still couldn't fall asleep, so he could only habitually take out his mobile phone to pass the time.

In the past few days, he has been busy commuting to and from school and the hospital. While receiving treatment and attending classes, he also has to take care of Shao Tingfeng. He has hardly logged into Buttercream, and he is also a little bit concerned about fans and audiences.

And the last time I sent a return gift to the local rich father, the other party has never checked it. Although the local rich father does not come up many times, even the live broadcast does not appear every episode, and he rarely speaks at ordinary times. After rewarding and going offline, the style is very straightforward.But this is the first time that there has been no response in the past two weeks. If it is another anchor, it may feel that the rich father has other interests and has climbed the wall for him, but Cheng Fei's first reaction is: The rich father may have three dimensions. something happened.

He even inquired with Godzilla once. After all, Godzilla was obviously able to contact the wealthy father privately in the last live broadcast of women's clothing, but Godzilla refused to disclose any information to him on the grounds that "the platform will not sell user information".Since the rich father didn't take the initiative to tell him, he must be unwilling to have too much real contact with him.

Cheng Fei abides by the boundaries and dismisses the idea.

So when he entered Cream TV and found that the avatar of the local rich father was on, Cheng Fei couldn't help but heaved a sigh of relief. Seeing that the two messages he sent showed "read", he became a little nervous.

It was the first time he tried such a cute painting style, and he also used gentle tones that he was not good at. As a result, his painting skills were as familiar as his, and it took him a long time to paint.

Logically speaking, the rich father should be more or less happy when he sees it. Cheng Fei's profile picture is bright, and the rich father can also know that he will be online at the moment.

But after checking it for a long time, the other party didn't reply a single message, and even dropped the line once in the middle.

Cheng Fei:? ? ?

He suddenly wondered if he gave this gift lightly. After all, it was just a Q print. If the rich father was an old uncle, he would not be able to get this kind of young people's fashion. What about return gifts?

Just as he was thinking, the chat interface flickered, and the rich father suddenly sent him a red envelope.

——Well, this is the first time he knows that private chats can also send red envelopes!

When did the cream develop such a magical function?However, it seems that only high V can use this function, and there is no relevant command in his chat box.

The amount of the red envelope is not large, only 520, with a sentence: [Like]

Cheng Fei looked at the contents of his painting. If it wasn't for the villains painted on it, he would have suspected that the rich man's red envelope had something to do with it—it wasn't that he wanted to think too much, but that the male partner of this local literature stall Too much.

Fortunately, the wealthy father also seemed to realize that the amount of his red envelope was wrong, and immediately reissued a smaller one, just enough to make up [-].

Tuhao Dad: [The painting is very good]

Cheng Fei breathed a sigh of relief, and hurriedly replied:

Feiran: [Just like it, I'm still worried that Mr. Digital thinks this style of painting is a bit childish]

Feiran: [If you like, I can send you a compressed high-definition large picture, which can be used as a screen saver or printed]

·

next door.

Shao Tingfeng stared at the screen, sweating slightly on his back.That painting made him feel so soft that he sent a red envelope on impulse.

When he realized the amount of the red envelope, he found that on the chat interface between the two, "the other party is typing" lasted for a long time, and then he realized that he was impatient, so he quickly made up for the second red envelope.

Fortunately, he behaved very well before, Cheng Fei didn't care too much.

Of course I want the screensaver, not only the screensaver, but also the treasure, but looking at the Q version of the family portrait, Shao Tingfeng frowned again, thought for a while, pursed his lips, and entered two lines cautiously Character.

【not long hair】

【Looks very good】

When Cheng Fei saw these two lines, he immediately felt guilty——

When drawing the little wife of the rich father, he really didn't take it seriously, it was a bit vague and perfunctory, because the rich father always kept silent about the little wife, so he could only draw a woman with long hair and a skirt in a routine way, with random facial features The lack of soul is because he, the painter, took it for granted.

His little wife is a short-haired individual woman, no wonder the always talkative local rich father is dissatisfied, so he pointed it out.

ashamed ashamed.

Feiran: [Sorry, I'll send it to the digital gentleman after I make the changes (Baoquan.jpg)]

Tuhao Dad: [Don't worry, you should rest]

Why is this sentence again.

Fei Ran: [Not sleepy, I have slept a lot lately]

Feiran: [Let’s talk about painting again]

Tyrant Dad: […]

Tyrant Dad: [10 minutes]

Concise and concise, you can talk for another 10 minutes.

Cheng Fei couldn't help laughing, remembering the "ten seconds" he said to Shao Tingfeng just now, but the little bastard made an inch of it, touched it for ten seconds, and then another ten seconds, and he also seemed to be possessed , acquiescing to the little bastard one after another for "ten seconds".

... Bah, why do you still miss him, don't think about him anymore.

Cheng Fei forced himself to divert his attention and focus on the Q print on the screen, because it was the first time he tried this style, and his skills were not mature enough, and because the rich father pointed out a small problem just now, the more he looked at it. The more dissatisfied.

Fei Ran: [I also drew the little baby scribbled, but I don’t know if it’s a boy or a girl, so I can’t draw a specific image. Can you tell me about it? 】

There was silence for a while before returning.

Tuhao Dad: [I don’t know]

Cheng Fei was a little surprised. After all, he thought that with his father's financial resources, it should be normal for him to bribe the doctor to reveal the gender of the child.But maybe what people enjoy is the surprise of opening a gift when they are born.

Fei Ran: [Did the baby have a name?If there is a name, I can also add it. After all, the bare composition is not very good-looking, and the baby name is also fine]

The rich father was silent for a longer time this time, and the "keep typing" flashed on the screen, and it took a long time to send it.

Tuhao Dad: [The host can help me get it]

Cheng Fei:? ? ?

How can this kind of thing ask netizens to help?

Tyrant Dad: [I'm uneducated, the host can help me]

Cheng Fei: "..."

Uneducated, is the image of the local rich man really true?

However, thinking that there are often miraculous posts on the Internet asking for names from netizens, although Cheng Fei does not understand the brain circuits of those people, if it were him, he would have to choose the name of the little bun himself, but he can also understand the digital master. practice, so he agreed.

Feiran: 【Okay, what's the baby's last name】

The other side did not answer for a long time.

After thinking about it for a while, Cheng Fei realized that the local rich father was the kind of person who didn't like to be watched by others, so he withdrew the previous message.

Feiran: [Numbers don't worry, I will help you think of some good names, both boys and girls think together]

Tyrant Dad: [Hmm]

The two of them had a little discussion on the content of the painting, and they basically finalized the plan. The original drawing was invalidated and needed major revisions.

Finally, the rich father asked another irrelevant question.

Tuhao Dad: [What was the information that was withdrawn before]

The message that was withdrawn was Cheng Fei's message that he wanted to send him something, but later he felt that it was inappropriate, so he deleted it.Unexpectedly, the other party would pay attention to such a small detail, Cheng Fei didn't know how to answer.

To be honest, I am worried that the digital master will feel that I am abrupt. After all, the digital master is so cautious that the IP is fake, and the information is blank. It is obviously the kind of people who do not like to be harassed in reality. Asking the three-dimensional address is undoubtedly beyond the bounds Behavior; but let’s not talk about it, he really wanted to send a small gift to the other party to thank him for his support all the time.

He was hesitating, but the rich father sent him a message first.

Tuhao Dad: [You should rest]

Cheng Fei: "..." Oh, no, wait, I'm still editing.

But in the next second, Digital Master's default avatar was grayed out, and the chat between the two of them was interrupted involuntarily and without comment.

Cheng Fei glanced at the clock, no more, no less, exactly 10 minutes, although the local rich father has no education, but the concept of time is stronger than that, he is really a creature of two worlds with someone.

He silently glanced at the unedited words in his input box, and then deleted all the words one by one.

Do a good job of the painting and the name first, and then consider further contact with the local tyrant.

·

The next day, Cheng Fei got up a little late, and when he went out of the room, he found that Xiao Cannon Fodder was already sitting at the dining table waiting for him.

The big black circles under the eyes of Little Cannon Fodder are obvious, and the brace on his chest is even more eye-catching.

Cheng Fei frowned: "You went to buy breakfast again in the middle of the night?"

Shao Tingfeng shook his head: "No, the one on Yongcheng Road is open, and it's only 10 minutes earlier than you."

Cheng Fei stared at him suspiciously, while Shao Tingfeng looked calm and let him look at him, not seeming to be lying.

"...Okay, trust you for now, I'll make breakfast tomorrow." Cheng Fei took an early meal and sat down, because he was so hungry that he ate very fast, and his stomach was visibly bulging.

Shao Tingfeng glanced at it secretly, wondering when he would have today's portion while eating.

Looking forward to the whole night and naturally can't wait.After peeking at the first glance, there will be a second glance. Anyway, he has touched it or promised it, so he simply didn't hide it, and stared at Cheng Fei's belly several times.

As a result, Cheng Fei didn't see it, and ate by himself.

Shao Tingfeng didn't want to disturb him, so he had to lower his head and gnaw on his own rice dumplings.He ate so absent-mindedly that a large piece of roast meat fell out of the rice dumpling.

Cheng Fei picked up the meat and stuffed it into his mouth: "Concentrate on eating."

"Oh." Shao Tingfeng took a bite of Nunuuo's meat, the meat smelled delicious, and he couldn't help but lick his mouth.

Cheng Fei: "...don't speak up."

"Oh."

"Wait," Cheng Fei suddenly thought of something, "Did you not wash your hands just now?"

Shao Tingfeng's eyes wandered.

He is still reluctant to wash, and the topic of washing hands has been mentioned. Should Cheng Fei remember his promise?It's time to touch.

"You, why are you so unhygienic, hurry up!"

Shao Tingfeng: "..."

After a few reprimands, the little cannon fodder stopped acting like a demon, and finished his breakfast honestly.But during the period, he hinted repeatedly, but he didn't get a touch, and he suspected that Cheng Fei was on a whim, and he was inevitably disappointed.

Just when he was dejected and got up to pack up the leftovers of the two of them, Cheng Fei walked around him, grabbed his hand, and awkwardly pressed it against his stomach.

Wenwenruanruan, a little bulging because of the breakfast I just had.

Shao Tingfeng was stunned. He hadn't gotten a response to his several hints just now, but was suddenly invited. He was more surprised than happy for a moment.

"Look at your little sample," Cheng Fei coughed, "I didn't let you touch it just now because there was no movement, and now the little guy came out to move around after eating... How is it, can you feel it?"

It's not very obvious, at least not as obvious as last night.

But Shao Tingfeng's eyes still had a hint of excitement, and he was even more curious. He couldn't help but tapped his fingers that were already neatly attached to his belly.

Cheng Fei wanted him not to move around, but the first time was raw and the second time was familiar, the little cannon fodder was more presumptuous than last night, behaved for a few seconds, and then began to wreak havoc on his belly.What made him even more speechless was that with the movement of his fingers, the thing in his stomach seemed to be completely awakened, and he was extremely happy.

The feeling was so wonderful that Cheng Fei didn't have the heart to interrupt, and just let the big and the small play around with each other across their belly.

When the fetal movement stopped, Shao Tingfeng withdrew his hand politely, his plain face was full of satisfaction, and the corners of his mouth restrained a little.

Cheng Fei had the urge to pat his head.He did whatever he wanted, so he rubbed his slightly long hair unceremoniously, thinking as he rubbed it, he had to find a time to cut it, this image was too decadent and too L, Ye Shenyue would be better Be spiritual.

Shao Tingfeng was half a head taller than him, and he was a little bit confused when he was rubbed, but after the confusion, he obediently lowered his head and let him fuck, but his eyes were a little disturbed... After all, he was lazy last night and didn't wash his hair.

"This is called reciprocity!" Cheng Fei said confidently.

Then when he thought of something, he coughed lightly, "Well, before class, I want to borrow some of your study materials."

The scumbag Shao Tingfeng:? ? ?

After a long while, the elementary school scum said calmly, "I'm in the last semester, and I'll take the make-up exam for all classes."

Wow, that score is pretty bad.

Cheng Fei stared at him: "In the future, I will supervise your studies... Oh no, I want to ask if you still have the "Complete Names" that you treasured before?"

That's right, this slap in the face, the encyclopedia of names that he deleted in anger before, now he just wanted to borrow it to find a feeling.After all, since he was pregnant, he hadn't thought about naming things at all, so that after agreeing to the request of the rich father, his mind has been blank and he has no inspiration.

Cheng Fei urged: "Don't hide it, just borrow it for a day."

Shao Tingfeng: "... But last time, you deleted it."

But Cheng Fei was not fooled at all: "You must have a backup, I don't know you yet!"

Shao Tingfeng: "..."

Sure enough, I lied too much, did my trust value plummet and my vigilance rise?

Sighing, Shao Tingfeng sent the "Draft of the Name Collection" that he had been working on for several weeks.

The document was very long, so Cheng Fei downloaded it to his mobile phone, and took a break in class to think about it during the day when he was in public class.

The draft of Xiao Cannon Fodder's name is longer than the ones I saw before. There are boys and girls with names, some with the surname Cheng and some with the surname Shao, but there are more Cheng. It is his own species, but he doesn't seem to be attached to the right to be named, probably has something to do with that heartless cannon fodder father.

The names surnamed Cheng are all well-sounding, and some names are marked with origins, meanings, and even analysis of five elements and eight characters... This is too far ahead, the little guy hasn't been born yet!Shao Tingfeng actually made up a horoscope on his own!

Cheng Fei was speechless, but had to admit that the little cannon fodder was really hardworking.

So much so that, after reading these names, he silently gave up the idea of ​​choosing one of them as a gift to the wealthy father.Even if Shao Tingfeng didn't want to use it, he shouldn't let it down and lend it to others at will.

·

night.

After a whole day of class, Shao Tingfeng opened the cream with great anticipation, waiting for the answer that the little anchor promised to give him.

There must be no new Q version of the family portrait. After all, the class is full today, even Cheng Fei can hardly have the energy to draw for him after a day of class.

Just now when he saw him picking up his paintbrush in the study, Shao Tingfeng confiscated his drawing board. Fortunately, Cheng Fei also felt tired, so he didn't get angry with him, and obediently went back to his room to rest after muttering a few words.

But unexpectedly, not only was there no painting, but even the name was missing.The little anchor broke his promise and sent a few "sorry.jpg" emoticons as soon as he went online.

Feiran: [Sorry, Mr. Digital, after much deliberation, I still think it's better for the baby's name to be chosen by both parents. It's a pity to entrust such a warm and loving link to such an insignificant person like me]

Fei Ran: [Although Mr. Digital is worried that he is uneducated, a friend of mine who is about to become a father is also uneducated. He is an out-and-out scumbag.But because I have taken hundreds of them, the more I have taken, the better my level is, maybe this is the legendary "diligence can make up for one's weakness"】

Shao Tingfeng: "..."

Fei Ran: [Of course, the level is not the point, the point is that the meaning of taking it personally is different, even if it is called Long Aotian, it is also a parent's earnest expectation for the child]

Feiran: [Number Lord discusses with his little wife carefully, and he will definitely come up with a good name that both parties are satisfied with, so I won't get involved]

It can be seen that the opponent's fights are a bit messy. After all, they promised well yesterday, but today they have to renege on their promises. I probably feel embarrassed, but they still beat a lot of them.

Shao Tingfeng chewed his words back and forth, and after a while, he sent a few words: [OK]

Fei Ran: [Digital Master Come on! 】

Shao Tingfeng's heart moved, and he typed a few more words: [Will the host's future baby also discuss the name with the other half? 】

The flickering of "The other party is typing" is obviously only a few seconds, but it feels a little long inexplicably.

The flashing stopped and a new message arrived.

Feiran: [I will]

This message has been retracted.

Feiran: [will]

It was clearly just a simple square font in Song Dynasty, but it seemed that some special effects such as bolding, zooming in, and underlining had been added. Shao Tingfeng could not take his eyes off it, and suspected that he was hallucinating.

Just like a scumbag with a bad brain, trying hard to hug the buddha's feet, but still thinking that he might fail a subject, the teacher gave... 60 points.

Surprised, I couldn't believe it, so I read it again and again, for fear that the paper would be corrected incorrectly,

The result was no, the teacher affirmed his grade on this mid-term exam paper, and it has not been withdrawn.

Shao Tingfeng blinked, thinking greedily, where are there any bonus questions to do.

But there is no sub-question. In the next second, there is a proposition from the opposite side: [Digital Jun may not like to be disturbed by others, but I am a little embarrassed to have received so many rewards. I want to send you some more in the live broadcast room. Snacks that have appeared, if you don’t mind, can you leave an address】