Cannon fodder: The villain is forced to resign

Cheng Sui sneered, "Are you rich?"

Shen Ling: "..."

An An is only three years old, right? Why is Director Cheng so harsh on his children?

Chenchen stood next to Shen Ling's thigh, his eyes were carefully watching the angry An An, his face was tense.

An An instantly blushed, "Dad!"

Cheng Sui narrowed his eyes slightly, "If you don't have money, don't compete with me for your wife."

An An grinded his teeth, like a cannonball, and bumped into Cheng Sui, "Dad is old and bad!"

Cheng Sui held the pastry and ice cream bucket with one hand and pulled An An away, but An An hugged her thigh.

"Dad, An An also wants to buy a gift for mom."

Cheng Sui lowered his eyes, "It's not impossible."

This child is much more lively. My sister’s spirit in heaven will be happy, right?

"Dad, I also want to prepare a gift for auntie." Chenchen pulled Shen Ling, his face remained serious, as if he was dealing with a big matter.

[There seems to be nothing wrong with being a stepmother. My husband is handsome, rich, and caring, and my stepson is cute, has a good personality, and is smart! 】

[Please, they only show what they want to show. Do you think what you see is the truth? Capitalists are the best at building images!]

[Chenchen accepted Su Su! I am very happy to change my mind in the future.]

[I’m so crazy! Last night I saw a fanfic about Mr. Cheng and the grown-up An An competing for a wife! My wife is so good at writing!]

[Wocao! Which software? Share it quickly! 】

【……frenzied.】

Five groups of fathers and children returned to the villa, and the mothers also prepared meals.

"Mrs. Shen and Mrs. Cheng made it beautifully and smelled great."

Li Su's eyes were proud, and his face was calm and humble, and he chuckled, "No, I have been interested in food since I was a child, and I am willing to delve into it. However, I think Mrs. Cheng does it better and is very creative."

I have never seen rice grains put into shredded potatoes. Shredded potatoes can be cooked, but how can the rice grains be cooked?

The pancakes I made contain sweetmeal powder and caviar. Can I eat them?

Qi Yuan ignored Li Su. What she made was already very simple, and she also added creativity. It must be perfect.

After everyone came to the table, the barrage went crazy.

[Let me laugh for a moment, hahahaha, that plate of black stuff should be fried cauliflower. 】

[Let me recognize one too, wait, the fish in that fish soup is still blinking???]

[Look, the faces of the fathers are all dark!]

[We, Mr. Shen, don’t have it! Mr. Shen’s expression is not surprising. He can tell which one was done by Su Su! They are definitely true love!!!]

[But... doesn't this mean that Li Su has to cook when she marries into a wealthy family? How scary. 】

Cheng Sui tapped the blinking fish with a spoon. The fish turned over and splashed out some fish soup. The milky white fish soup was filled with steam.

"Miss Qi, you forgot to kill the fish before putting it in the pot again."

Qi Yuan disagreed: "You can keep the original flavor."

If human chefs kill the food first and then cook it, the smell of the knives will be tainted and the original flavor of the food will be destroyed.

Cheng Sui: "..."

However, you must always eat cooked fish! After so many years, has she really not realized that cooking must be cooked?

An An secretly put down her chopsticks, ran to the coffee table, and put the cakes they bought from Yipinzhai on the table, "Mom, An An picked a gift for you! It's delicious!"

Cheng Sui breathed a sigh of relief. Fortunately, he bought pastries and didn't have to order takeout at night.

Other mothers looked at their children: "..."

Or are other people’s children sensible?

The night is as cool as water, and the starlight is as bright as the diamonds on a woman's skirt, covering up the gracefulness of the woman and the mystery and beauty of the vast night.

"Sir, do you like this Mrs. Cheng?" The girl clung to Jiuyin's leg and turned her eyes to the screen on the table, which was the live broadcast room between Qi Yuan and Cheng Sui.

Jiuyin held the girl's chin with his fingers, pinched it twice, and chuckled, "Are you jealous?"

The girl bit her lip lightly, "I don't dare."

Jiuyin sneered and closed the live broadcast room, "Don't worry, that's just a naive person. You are much more interesting than her."

The girl raised her eyes and caught a glimpse of the deep meaning in Jiuyin's eyes. She didn't know why, she lowered her eyes awkwardly and blinked her eyelashes lightly. She couldn't sink in, couldn't.

At the end of the variety show, the five groups of families did not get along well with each other, but they also maintained a superficial kindness. Only the children truly became friends.

Each family set off on their way home one after another.

As soon as he got in the car, Qi Yuan's cell phone kept ringing. Qi Yuan immediately muted it and threw the cell phone on the seat aside.

An An looked at Qi Yuan, "Mom, aren't you happy?"

"No." Qi Yuan glanced at the white mobile phone case, "You are going to Ninth Continent in a few days, so prepare your things in these two days."

An An was unhappy immediately and took Qi Yuan's hand, "Mom, I'm only three years old."

"Your IQ is more than three years old." Qi Yuan didn't have the slightest sympathy, especially when there was no camera. Qi Yuan was more relaxed, leaning lazily on the seat, and mercilessly exposed.

"Mom, don't you want An An to stay with you?"

Qi Xuan glanced at An An, looked away, and did not answer. If possible, she just wanted to see her when she wanted to see him. After all, distance creates beauty.

In the summer, it is covered with light gauze, the swinging corners of the clothes are green and rippling, the gaps between the tree shades are rustling, and the broken gold is inlaid on the blue bricks through the gaps.

The days passed in an orderly manner, and An An was sent to the Ninth Continent to receive family training. From then on, all information related to the Cheng family on the Internet was cleared, and what remained was only the replay of a parent-child variety show.

Yunding Manor.

"I didn't mean it."

Cheng Sui was half-kneeling beside the bed, his voice was hoarse, and his slender fingers were moving delicately.

The moonlight is shy, hidden among the clouds, and I dare not peek into the spring beauty of the room.

Qi Yuan raised his feet and stepped on Cheng Sui's legs with his bare feet. With a slight force, his white and tender feet were placed on Cheng Sui's legs. The tops of pure white and jet black collided.

Cheng Sui raised his hand to hold Qi Yuan's feet, his eyes were deep and deep, his Adam's apple slid, his sexiness was beyond words, and suddenly, Cheng Sui covered him up and turned Qi Yuan on his body.

Qi Yuan pressed on Cheng Sui, placed his hand on his chest, and slowly moved it to Cheng Sui's chest. His heart beat violently, as if he was telling the most intense words of love.

"How come you have memories?"

Cheng Sui curled his lips and smiled bitterly, "I don't know, I have memories since I was born."

"How many times has it been reincarnated?"

Cheng Sui paused, his eyes dim, "The third time."

Three lives of Cheng Sui, three times of death, three times of expectation and disappointment from birth to death, three times of life without her.

Qi Yuan traced his fingers, grasped Cheng Sui's wrinkled shirt, and moved it to the buttons.

Unbutton the first button.

The second one.

The third one.

The fourth one.

…

The last button was unbuttoned, revealing smooth and hard abdominal muscles. Looking down, the mermaid line was half exposed, and the lower abdomen was hidden under the tightly buckled belt.

Her delicate white hands held the belt.

For a long time, the belt was half hung around my waist.

Cheng Sui's voice was hoarse, his veins were bulging, his fair complexion became increasingly fragile, and his bloodshot eyes looked like a trapped beast about to break out of the cage.