My Demon Tyrant And Sweet Baby

"Er Xiaofeng, don't you think you are too naive? It's late, I want to rest, and good night." Lin Yi finally got rid of Er Xiaofeng's big hand, turned calmly and walked back to the room, Er Xiaofeng looked When she touched the door, she knew that her peace was pretended, and she must have set off a storm in her heart.

Knowing that he could control her emotions, Er Xiaofeng was satisfied, smiling lowly, and did not stop Lin Yi from returning to the room.

After Lin Yi entered the room, he closed the door, leaned against the door, raised his hand to touch both sides of his face, it was a little hot, it must be red.

Facing Er Xiaofeng, she really blushed easily.

"Lin Yi, good night, I wish you a good dream."

The man who made her blush said goodnight to her through the door.

Lin Yi moved his lips and said in a low voice, "Good night."

No words again overnight.

The next day, Er Xiaofeng took Lin Yi to cut off her long hair, and then took Lin Yi to go around, but left Nan Yun in the celebrity garden. Fortunately, Mu Hao remembered that Nan Yun could cook. After calling the celebrity garden, Nan Yun went to Mu's house with hesitation to help Mu Hao make food.

When Er Donghao knew that Nan Yun had gone to Mu's house, he scolded Er Xiaofeng for pushing the good woman to Mu Hao. Er Xiaofeng was not at home anyway, and his father scolded Potian. He didn't know it. He would beat two at most. Sneezing can also attract Lin Yi's concern, haha, it's pretty good.

The pleasant weekend passed so fast, as if the sun had just risen from the east and was sinking into the sea in a flash.

Er Xiaofeng had planned to take a private jet to Guangcheng again on Monday morning. His father was annoyed that he would push Nan Yun to Mu's house and asked him to fly to Guangcheng after dinner, and he must take Nan Yun back with him.

Therefore, Er Xiaofeng ate a lot of garlic during dinner.

Seeing his son eat so much garlic, Er Donghao frowned and asked his son: "Brother, when did you become so fond of eating garlic?"

Er Xiaofeng ate the noodles without changing his color. Hearing his father's question, he glanced at Nan Yun and replied: "Since my dad betrayed me, I have liked garlic."

Er Donghao:...

"Uncle Zhou." Even if Er Xiaofeng ate garlic by himself, he called Zhou Xiong and asked Zhou Xiong, "Is there any garlic at home? Then put a big bag for me. After getting on the plane, I will continue to eat. This garlic is fragrant and spicy, but delicious."

Er Donghao seriously suspected his son's ghost upper body.

He remembered that his son didn't eat garlic.

"Uncle Er, I will go to the airport to buy the ticket myself." Nan Yun knows best why Er Xiaofeng eats garlic. She is afraid that Er Xiaofeng eats garlic on the plane. The whole plane smells of garlic. She will vomit to death. She couldn't run on the plane, and she would vomit and collapse when she returned to Guangcheng.

If you are interested, you should go to the airport and buy your own ticket.

Er Donghao hadn't reacted at first, and said: "Xiaoyun, you are all going to Guangcheng, and you are working in the same company. Why bother, just take a private jet with my brother, so I can rest assured. You A girl running around in T city where she is not familiar with her life. If something happens, how can I tell your grandfather?"

"Dad, pumpkin is three years older than me. I am also unfamiliar in Guangcheng. You are not afraid of my accident if you drive me there. If she wants to buy her own plane ticket, she can buy it herself, pumpkin, you I’ve reimbursed you for the ticket.” As he said, Er Xiaofeng generously took out his wallet, took out two thousand yuan, and put it in front of Nan Yun with a snap. “The ticket from T city to Guangcheng only costs one More than a thousand, I will give you two thousand yuan, and the more is to let you get off the plane and take a taxi back to the hotel. I will not pick you up."

Er Donghao finally understood that his son had changed his method and refused to return to Guangcheng on the same plane with Nan Yun.

"Er Xiaofeng, are you still a man?" Er Donghao scolded his son when he understood.

Er Xiaofeng said stubbornly, "Dad, you don't know if I am a man or a woman? Is it possible that you think your son who has been raised for 20 years is a daughter?"

"Smelly boy, the wings are hard, dare to confront your father and me."

"Dad, this unfilial hat is buckled on my head, I will be scolded to death by everyone, you raise your hand and quickly take off the hat, I am not against your old man, I am telling the truth."

When Er Xiaofeng was talking, he ate garlic again. After eating, he leaned forward to his father's side. He put on his father's shoulder like a buddy, and deliberately blew into his father's face. The heat that came out was thick. Garlic, pungent.

Er Donghao immediately pushed his son away, cursing: "Get out! It's so stinky, eat so much garlic."

Er Xiaofeng was scolded by his father to get out. He was not angry. Instead, he stood up with a smile, "Father, your son, I'm going away, don't think about me, I will be back next weekend."

"I don't want you again, so you are not allowed to come back."

"But I miss my dad. I am a filial son. I miss my father like a deep sea. I can't see my dad in a day like three autumns, and I can't see my dad in a week, like thousands and thousands of generations..."

A cup slammed towards Er Xiaofeng.

Er Xiaofeng swiftly caught the smashed cup. He yelled: "Aunt Zhang, my dad has been violently educated. He used the cup to smash me. If I wasn't agile, he would break my head. The blood is flowing and the face is broken. I seriously suspect that my father is a fake father."

"It's useless to call you Mu Chen, it's too far, they can't hear you."

Er Donghao angrily threw another fork over. The fork weighed less than the cup, and fell to the ground without throwing it in front of Er Xiaofeng.

Er Xiaofeng deliberately grimaced at his father, "I didn't throw it, haha."

"roll."

"Dad, are you the ball?"

"You are the ball."

"I am a ball, and dad is naturally a ball. I am your son. Dad is not a ball and neither am I. Since it is not a ball, I won’t go. Dad, be polite next time. If Aunt Zhang hears you tell her son to get out , You will be disgusted, and if you are not allowed to enter the door of Mu's house, you will suffer from unrequited love, alas!"

At the end, Er Xiaofeng sighed, thinking of his poor mother.

He grabbed a hippie smile, put the cup back on the table, and left.

When the father and the son joined the heart, Er Xiaofeng's expression changed, and Er Donghao knew that he was thinking of his mother.

Regarding his wife, Er Donghao has long been guilty, but unfortunately his wife is dead, even if he regrets that his intestines are green, he has no chance to apologize to his wife, let alone compensate his wife, all he can do is to love the two people. For his child, train his son to be the best head of the house and give him the best.

"Little brother."

When Er Xiaofeng walked to the entrance of the restaurant, Er Donghao suddenly stopped his son.

Er Xiaofeng stopped and turned to look at his father. The father, who no longer quarreled with him, seemed to be a lot older all of a sudden. Er Xiaofeng's heart was caught. He always thought that his father was still very young, very young. Ignoring that time is not forgiving, my father is in his 50s this year, and he is about to enter the ranks of the elderly.