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A few days ago on my way to work early in the morning, I received a phone call.
It was a completely unfamiliar number, and even the city displayed was something I had never heard of in my life. After a moment of hesitation, I pressed the answer button: "Hello, hello, who is this?"
"Hey, little Beibei..."
Hearing this familiar and terrifying voice, my scalp felt numb, and I quickly said, "I'm sorry, you dialed the wrong number." I quickly hung up the phone.
Immediately, the call came again. "You're so poisonous, you're so poisonous, you're so poisonous, poisonous, poisonous," the ringtone kept ringing. Just as I was hesitating whether to throw the phone onto the rails, I calmly watched the speeding train crush it. While I was making pancakes, the ringing finally stopped, followed by a text message:
"Damn girl, this is the first time I hear you make a sound. Whenever you cry, I know whether it's an aria or an exclamation. Stop pretending to me and answer the phone right away!"
I held the phone and sighed three times, then called back helplessly: "Dad, what's the matter?"
"Little Beibei, I was on a business trip recently and could stay in City F for a day, so I stopped by to see you." A middle-aged uncle's voice came from the phone.
"Ah, no need, I'm fine. I'll go home to see you and my mother during the Chinese New Year in a few days. You don't need to come here specially."
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"Well, wait for me. I'll go over and treat you to something delicious. Also, do you need me to bring you something... Do you need me to bring you something..."
"No, no, no, I have everything. Just come over... Well, it's better to come over." I murmured softly.
My dad automatically ignored my words: "See you next week, little Beibei. Remember to pick me up at the airport."
I held the phone with the blind tone echoing, feeling confused for a while. I know that what my dad didn't finish was "Do you need me to bring a man with you?" According to past experience, if the answer is "yes", he has the ability to find a dozen men for me during the trip. Give me a choice, if the answer is "no"... I'd better prepare a man first.
Although a son should not find his mother ugly, and a daughter should not find her father annoying, but... I still sincerely envy other people's fathers who are serious but kind and elegant. Ah, if this requirement is a bit high, then I hope to have a more homely father. An amiable father. But my dad... Uncle, how can you, a university history professor, be so philistine and vulgar? ! Can't you care about my study and career prospects like other fathers every time we meet? Why since I left home to study when I was over 18 years old... Why do I have to ask me men's questions every time we meet!
I decided to find a man within twenty-four hours who could work side by side with me to kill my dad. I quickly sifted through the men around me, and Peter came to mind first. In the morning in the tea room, I caught Peter and asked him to do this for me.
Peter listened to my words, returned to his seat without saying a word, and shook out a tattered coat from under the table.
"What are you doing? You want me to fix it for you? I'll buy you a new one after it's done."
"No, this was scratched by my girlfriend - after she found out that I had been chatting with a girl I liked in elementary school. She asked me to keep this dress as a warning to me in the future: If I dare to do anything inappropriate, it will cause serious harm to me. Same clothes!"
The torn fishnet-like coat is so convincing. I could only swallow my words of persuasion, silently bless Peter and leave quietly.
The second person that comes to mind is the fat man. I personally like the fat and obscene style of fat people, but my dad... why are you such an uncle who judges people by their appearance? Since a fat man seriously does not meet my father's aesthetic standards, even if I take him out for errands, it will be the same as not having him at all. So the candidate was passed again.
During lunch, I complained to Luoluo with a small book full of crossed-out men’s names: “What’s wrong with men nowadays? Do they have the spirit to stab each other in every possible way? No wonder leftover women have become a social problem. ”
Luoluo asked what happened, blinked and said to me, "Isn't this ready-made?"
I was pleasantly surprised: "Huh? You want to lend me your man? Luoluo, you are such a good friend."
Luoluo stared at me speechlessly: "What? It's been two months since I broke up with my ex-boyfriend. Guan Xiaobei, are you not a friend enough?!"
I scratched my head in embarrassment: "Hey, you have so many men, how can I remember which one you are talking about."
Luoluo said: "What I mean is, take the president with you. Duojin, handsome guy, and I have a friendship with you. I guarantee to exceed the task."
"Him?! Hahahaha..." I banged the table and started laughing.
Luoluo looked at me for a long time, decided to abandon me, and took the plate to the next table.
In the afternoon, I was invited to the president's office.
When I went there, Rong Moyang sent a pile of materials to Yi Fan and told him to read it and sign it immediately. Unexpectedly, as soon as he went out, Yi Fan took a piece of paper from the table, folded it a few times, and started cutting with scissors.
"Ahem, Mr. Yi, what do you want from me?"
Yi Fan pried something out of the paper, stretched it out, and it turned into a string of little people holding hands: "Is it fun?"
"...Mr. Yi, if you have something to do, please go ahead and I'll come back later." I decided to ignore his boredom and said seriously.
Yi Fan held up the little paper man and shook it: "I heard that you are looking for blind dates everywhere?"
"It's not a blind date, it's my dad coming..."
"When you heard someone suggested that you find me, you laughed again?"
I secretly cursed Luoluo for this gossipy little monster.
Yi Fan said, "Yeah, I just had nothing to do to chat with Li Luo, so I know exactly when your menstrual period is. And, don't get excited. If you go crazy now, others will I think you have menstrual syndrome."
I blushed: "Is this a topic that a male boss should discuss with his female subordinates?"
"Then when you heard the suggestion of bringing your boss to meet your parents, should you laugh?"
I thought about it and said, "If you don't see the world, you don't know how dangerous it is."
"Oh? Then I'd like to hear the details." Yi Fan held his chin and looked like he was listening.
"It's like you are... the number one in a brothel, you have the talent and talent that dazzles the country, and people all over the world admire your talent and appearance... "
Yi Fan was stunned for a moment: "Well, okay... I can interpret this as a compliment to me, and then what?"
"My dad is like that old prostitute..."
Yi Fan was completely stunned and tore off the string of small paper figures in his hand.
"One day he accidentally got you, and he was naturally grateful and felt that God treated him well and treated you as a guest every day. But as time went by, the old feudal and antique thoughts in his bones began to stir up, and he began to despise you. Because of my background, I thought you were dirty, corrupt and degenerate. So I treated you coldly every day and eventually even punched and kicked you."
"Guan Xiaobei, what are you talking about?" Yi Fan rubbed his forehead as if he had a headache, "You just want to find someone to handle the errands, and you are still so picky."
"No, I'm afraid that my father has a crush on you and forces me to commit myself."
"Are you aggrieved by this promise?" Yi Fan asked.
"No, I'm afraid I'll wrong you. My dad is a... very scary old man." I explained.
In fact, the uncle's obsession with the golden turtle's son-in-law has reached a level that is more terrifying than a historian's obsession with the living Qin Shihuang.
"Originally, I wanted to take the initiative to ask Ying to help you. This president is very confident in making a dazzling and shining sign."
"Help me?" Yi Fan's kindness puzzled me so much.
"Since you refuse, forget it." Yi Fan said leisurely, "I wish you a pleasant meeting with your parents."
Then he issued an eviction order without mercy, buried his head in a pile of papers and began to read documents frantically.
After several days of searching without success, I had no choice but to resort to drastic measures - because of Yi Fan's relationship, I was very familiar with people in the matchmaking industry, so I decided to rent a handsome guy. But who knows, the aunts at the matchmaking company all have minds comparable to those of business wizards, and they said: Renting is okay, but it costs 100 for phone calls, 500 for showing up, and 1,000 for meeting the parents! I touched my pocket and thought: Aunts, it would be a pity if you didn’t go back to ancient times and become a madam who forced girls into prostitution. I had no choice but to find a handsome young man named Ma Xiaobao through personal connections and persuade him to agree to my installment payment.
Unexpectedly, classmate Xiaobao curled his lips and said, "What can you do with that little money? How about paying it in installments?"
I was depressed: "I just want you to help me deal with my dad. I don't want your body or your soul. How much more do you want? I don't even make any money myself."
He said: "That's not what I meant. There will always be a day when all the money is spent, right? I don't have any ideals. I just want to find a rich girl and get rich."
I patted my chest and promised: "It's a long-term meal ticket. It's easy. After it's done, I'll introduce you to a beautiful girl. You know, I work at AC, and the girls there are all beautiful and rich, and like this Girls are all petty bourgeoisie and value love over money. You have a great future."
Ma Xiaobao narrowed his crescent eyes and smiled: "Then I'll find you."
I patted him on the shoulder and smiled: "Brother has good eyesight. He can tell at a glance that if he marries me, he will be 'defeated' immediately!"
On the evening of the 28th, I picked up my uncle from the airport. As soon as he got off the plane, he wanted to find a place to catch up with himself and catch up with me at the same time. I immediately said obediently: Ah, okay, I'll call my boyfriend and let him meet you, and you can check it for me.
Ma Xiaobao arrived as soon as possible and made a grand appearance in a crisp suit. Soon, I was glad that I had made the right choice. Although Xiaobao's surname is Ma, he has the same virtues as the one surnamed Wei. He can abduct good women, deceive the matchmaker uncle, and have a very good and happy relationship with my father. When we were talking about which primary school my children should go to, we heard the waiter outside the private room shouting: "Who are you, sir? Ah, there are already people in that private room. Sir, please slow down, be careful not to bump into people..."
I subconsciously looked outside and saw a person rushing in like a whirlwind from outside.
The man grabbed my arm and shouted, "Xiaobei, you are here! I had a hard time looking for you!" He hugged me hard and pushed my head into his arms.
"You, you are actually dating another man! You told me that you were on a business trip... I didn't expect you to have another man! If you don't love me, you can just say it, why do you torture me like this? I Can the dignified president of AC be no better than such a little bastard?! Okay, okay, you don’t need me, but do you want the child in your belly to be without a father as soon as he is born? Can you do such a thing? Can you bear it? "
Ma Xiaobao and I were stunned together.
After a long while, Ma Xiaobao asked hesitantly: "Is this your president? The most valuable and hottest diamond-level single man in the matchmaking industry?" He looked at my belly suspiciously: "You have his child?"
Upon hearing the word CEO, my dad, who was also in a panic state, transformed.
"Are you the president of AC? Xiaobei's boyfriend?" My dad held Yi Fan's hand and said with a serious smile... with the ecstasy of being struck by gold.
"My ex-boyfriend, Xiaobei cuckolded me and ran away with another man with the child." Yi Fan said indifferently.
My dad didn’t pay attention to how strange the person in front of him was who quickly changed from a roar to a passerby state. He glared at me and asked, "Run away? Guan Xiaobei! How did I educate you? Did I tell you that you need to be honest and single-minded in life?" Be responsible!”
Dad, this is not the point of the problem at all, okay? No, this is simply a lie, okay!
I protested to no avail.
My father coldly pushed Ma Xiaobao out, sent Yi Fan out kindly, and then closed the door to educate me. The content of the education closely followed famous classical literary works such as "Female Rules" and "Nv's Ring".
I was being scolded innocently and with my children on trumped-up charges, and I actually managed to predict that there were countless pairs of ears outside the door that had feasted on the auditory feast. From then on, there would be a blind eye-catching story spread within a five-mile radius of the hotel. It’s a tragic but uplifting story of a Phoenix girl abandoning a diamond king, running away with a top guy, and then being abandoned in the end.
Unfortunately, the AC Building is within that range.
Two days later, by asking my mother for help and asking her to put pressure on my father, I managed to convince him of his daughter's innocence and put him on the plane home. But before getting on the plane, he still didn't forget to teach me to look for opportunities and dare to take action, and not to let go of Yi Fan, the big golden turtle.
I just rushed back to the office from the airport with a heavy heart when I was summoned by Yi Fan again.
"Guan Xiaobei, did you enjoy meeting your father?" he asked while folding a frog with paper.
"Yi Fan! You definitely did it on purpose! Have you ever seen a daughter who had to use a hospital report to convince her father that she was not pregnant? What a tragedy, a tragedy." I covered my face and sighed dejectedly.
"It's such a pity that your father and I really had a good relationship and regretted meeting each other so late. I think you are really cruel, dashing a father's ardent hopes."
"Why are you doing this?" I asked with a sad face.
At noon, the aunt in the cafeteria specifically asked me if I wanted a bowl of sweet soup to replenish my weak body after the miscarriage, not to mention the weird looks from many colleagues focused on my abdomen. Alas, this comedy, directed by Yi Fan and perfectly coordinated by my father, will probably remain in everyone’s memory forever.
"Interesting." Yi Fan said, letting the paper frog jump onto a pile of documents.
shame on you. I got up and left angrily.
Before the door closed, I heard an erratic laugh from behind: "Let me run naked... Hehe, a gentleman takes revenge in a proper way!"