Cannon fodder: The villain is forced to resign

[Oh my god, are there really such easy-to-deceive brats in the world? 】

[Who says it’s not the case? My relationship with my stepmother is terrible! Why is An An so easy to deceive? 】

[No wonder Mr. Cheng and An An are father and son, and they have the same vision of people. Can’t they see that she is lazy and greedy and don’t have good intentions? 】

The debate in the barrage was fierce, and things will turn against each other at the extreme. Those who scolded Qi Yuan naturally supported her.

[Can you be smarter? Can the real wife recognized by the big family be the kind of person you are talking about? She doesn’t know anything, but she marries into the family to provide for the ancestors? Do you think the big family does charity? 】

[Mrs. Cheng is obviously very beautiful and looks very young, only in her twenties. If they get married, she must have a good family background. Isn’t this a free advantage for Mr. Cheng, who is single and raising a child? 】

[By the way, who knows who Mrs. Cheng is? Why is there no information about her online? 】

The three of them changed into pajamas, and Cheng Sui carried An An to bed. When he went back to look for Qi Yuan, he saw a laptop appearing in her arms.

"This is?"

Qi Yuan said with a wooden face, "If you encounter some trouble at work, take some time to deal with it."

The people at the base have limited IQs. If they don't have a week, they probably won't be able to figure out the solution. The project cannot afford to be delayed. After all, the stakes are high.

Qi Yuan threw the notebook on the bed, pulled An An who was sitting obediently on the bed, and coaxed her with ill intentions, "Do you want to learn something? Only smart children can learn something."

Cheng Sui's eyes twitched. An An was only three years old, but she was so mad that she wanted An An to learn those obscure things now.

An An's hand was grabbed by Qi Yuan, and his soft hand scratched twice. Under Qi Yuan's slightly cold palm, An An blushed, nodded uncomfortably, and her little eyes were full of hope.

Qi Yuan didn't hesitate to smile, Qing Qian said, "That's awesome."

Ten years from now I will have to take over from her and she will retire.

Qi Yuan took An An into his arms. An An's eyes widened and he sneered at Cheng Sui. Cheng Sui rolled his eyes at An An, too lazy to argue with the brat An An.

Cheng Sui was more pleased. After all, after Qi Yuan came back, An An was more like a three-year-old child who knew how to be happy.

Qi Yuan looked around, found a screen angle that could not be captured during the live broadcast, and opened his laptop.

The complicated characters on the notebook are densely packed, mysterious and full of curiosity.

In a child's world, everything that cannot be understood is novel and powerful.

An An didn't dare to move, her black grape-like eyes stared unblinking at Qi Yuan's fingers beating on the keyboard.

Slender, white, with a dancing afterimage.

Because of her excitement, An An's voice squeaked a little, "Can An An be as powerful as mom in the future?"

Qi Yuan stared at the screen, his fingers beating on the keyboard non-stop. The rhythmic sound of the keyboard filled the whole room, crisp and non-stop.

"Can."

Qi Yuan didn't care much, it seemed like he was born this way. An An was inspired to fight and looked at Cheng Sui who was leaning on the bed playing with his mobile phone. He hated that iron can't make steel, "Dad is the least powerful person in the family!"

While Cheng Sui was dealing with the company's trivial matters with a slight headache, he heard An An's 'little heartless' words, "...I earned everything you eat and drink."

An An huddled in Qi Yuan's arms and boldly retorted: "Mom can also raise me!"

Qi Yuan kept pointing her fingers, and her mood gradually became irritable, "Baby, you may have forgotten that I am just your stepmother."

An An crossed her legs, held her little feet, raised her head and blinked, "...then no one takes care of An An?"

"An An is so pitiful."

Cheng Sui pulled off a corner of the thin quilt and covered himself, leaning on the soft pillow behind him, and said perfunctorily: "You are so good, you can definitely support yourself, come on."

After saying that, Cheng Sui lowered his eyes and swiped his phone.

An An crossed her legs, looked up at Qi Yuan, stared at Qi Yuan's chin, and said with a milky voice, "Mom? Do you really not want to raise An An? An An is very easy to raise!"

Qi Yuan clicked his tongue, "Not interested."

Other people's cubs are cute, but it's very troublesome to raise her own. She would die from drought even if she raised a cactus, but raising a cub...

An An pouted, "Why? Isn't An An good?"

Cheng Sui lowered his head and said silently, "I can make money and I'm good, isn't it easier to raise me than you?"

An An grinded her teeth, climbed out of Qi Yuan's arms, and climbed onto Cheng Sui's lap, "Dad, you are too old, I am very young."

"Go down." Cheng Sui raised his eyes faintly, "Old age hurts people, understand? Little brat."

Qi Yuan typed on the keyboard, ignoring Cheng Sui and An An. The room was filled with the crisp sound of the keyboard and the childish arguments between Cheng Sui and An An.

Finally, Qi Yuan closed the notebook, raised his head, put a pair of hands on his shoulders, and kneaded them gently and forcefully.

"I'll make you some red date soup later and take a rest in the afternoon. If An An wakes up and disturbs you, remember to call me and I'll take him out for a walk."

Qi Yuan responded, adjusted his body to a comfortable posture, and directed Cheng Sui, "Leave a little lower on the left side."

Cheng Sui adjusted the angle and pressed, "Here?"

"Um."

Cheng Sui frowned, "Didn't you say you have to take a year off? Why are you so tired? Back then... well, your health was the most important thing."

Qi Yuan said perfunctorily, "Oh."

Cheng Sui: "...Don't go in with your left ear and out with the other. If you work this hard next time, I won't care about you."

Qi Yuan snorted perfunctorily and ignored Cheng Sui.

Cheng Sui: "..."

Okay, just be so perfunctory forever!

【I think...there is really something going on between these two people!!!】

[Paparazzi! Hurry! Gossip, gossip! I want to know the relationship between these two people! Isn’t it about marriage? Isn’t it that they don’t know each other?! Am I the only one in the world who doesn’t know? 】

[Director Cheng and his wife are so natural! They are going crazy!]

[Mrs. Cheng seems to be very good at her job...]

[No matter how powerful he is, he is not as powerful as Mr. Cheng, who is the richest man in the world!!! Personal assets are measured in trillions! 】

In the evening, everyone once again had a heated discussion about whether to order takeout or cook at home.

Qi Yuan insisted on never working tired again and decided to carry out the takeout until the end.

Cheng Sui firmly opposed it and planned to cure Qi Yuan's "stinky habit" of ordering takeout.

"I'll make dinner."

Shen Ling was slightly surprised, "Director Cheng can also cook?"

Cheng Suifeng's eyes turned to Shen Ling, and her plain tone was indescribably arrogant, "Of course, how can a qualified husband not know how to cook?"

Shen Ling: "..."

A qualified husband...must know how to cook? I have an aunt at home, so isn't it superfluous to learn to cook? If you have this time, you might as well deal with a contract.

Li Su smiled and helped Shen Ling, "Mr. Cheng is joking. My husband is usually busy with work and has never had time to learn to cook, but he takes good care of the children and me."

Li Su looked at Qi Yuan and smiled softly, "Mrs. Cheng must be very happy to have such a husband, right?"

Qi Yuan: "We are just getting married, where will the happiness come from?"

Cheng Sui glanced at Qi Yuan and threatened in a low voice, "I won't give you a massage next time."

"oh."

An An ran into Qi Yuan's arms, her little voice said proudly, "Mom, I'll give you a massage!"