Do... Dad...
Jiao Qi shook for a moment, strode over, and beat him: "What nonsense?"
The upper body of the gym suit is a racer vest. Zhang Dali put down the red wine and looked at the smooth muscles of his upper arm. At this moment, he was hit by his little wife. Slightly raised his eyebrows, grabbed Jiao Qi's wrist, and used a clever effort to pull the person into his arms: "Little wild cat, you have learned to scratch people, huh?"
"Are you... uh..." With wine-smelling lips and tongue, the words behind him were stuck in his throat.
"What's the matter?" Zhang Chen touched Little Wildcat's lips and licked a mouthful. "Tell godfather, do you have a good meal at noon?"
"You don't have enough advantage, right!" Jiao Qi pushed him, not understanding what the script was.
Zhang Da's eyes were dim, he circled Xiaojiao's wife's waist and threw the man on the bed, and slapped the mellow ass: "You are so bad today, do you want to be taught a lesson?"
After all, I reached out to the neckline with one hand and tried to pull off the tie to tie people up, only to find that I was wearing an indecent vest and no tie at all. Had to put down his hands in a jealousy, and pressed over his trousers.
"Hey!" Jiao Qi was caught in his suit trousers unexpectedly, and slapped again.
It doesn't hurt, it's just a shame. The shoes were kicked off, Jiao Qi curled up his toes, red from his neck to the roots of his ears.
"Are you shy?" Zhang Chenfei smiled and leaned forward, lying on his side next to Jiao Qi, playing with the soft hair in his ears, "What did you eat at noon?"
"Beef rice." Jiao Qi dealt with it, knocking on Zhinao.
Annie consciously began to explain:
Godfather is a common name for "foster father", and in recent years, it has also been referred to as older male friends of young men and women in the entertainment industry. If you want to search for novels, you need to remind you that such items are mostly inappropriate for children.
"The godfather of the entertainment industry is in my hands, I have it"
"Two or Three Things between Art School Students and Godfathers"
"Country Amorous History: I Don't Want My Godfather"
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Jiao Qi was a little melancholy. Sure enough, the next sentence of a certain husky was: "Beef rice, is the one that the godfather feeds you delicious?"
Hello... that...
Jiao Qi climbed up and stared at him, trying to put on his pants, but the trousers were severely pressed by the man, and he had to get into the bed.
"Why is my Xiao Yanyan so shy?" Zhang Chenfei licked his lips with a look of bad intentions, as if trying to imitate some greasy middle-aged men. However, his face is too handsome, without any sense of insignificance, on the contrary, it is a little sullen and temptation.
"Ah... What are you telling me to come to the hotel?" Jiao Qi looked away and tried to make a routine to see what script this was. Is it the traditional entertainment industry gold master text, or the country style small yellow text.
"What do you think? Of course it's eating..."
"Ding Dong", the doorbell rang, Zhang Chenfei smiled, patted the small things that had shrunk into a ball, and turned around to open the door. It was the hotel that delivered the food. A silver dining car slowly pushed in, and the top-quality dishes covered with the lid were served on one end. The waiter poured the red wine and lifted the lid of the dish, and bowed slightly: "The dishes are ready, please use it slowly."
Zhang Chenfei went to the bathroom to take a shower, put on a nightgown, and sat down at the table to greet Jiao Qi: "Come here, the dishes will be cold in a while. The cuisine of this hotel is very famous, and some dishes must be kept in the room. You can eat it inside."
Jiao Qi also changed his clothes, pointed to the steaming food on the table, and asked uncertainly: "You just said that you came here to eat... his food?"
"Of course, I said that I would take you to eat tonight." This was indeed what Zhang Chenfei said. After confirming that he could not eat together at noon, he said that he would go to eat delicious food at night. After all, I picked up a ball full of soup and stuffed it into my godson’s mouth, "Is it better for my godfather to feed it?"
"… roll!"
After chatting for a long time, Jiao Qi probably figured out that this should be an entertainment article. Zhang Dajiao thinks he is a wealthy financial owner, so he has raised his little fresh meat and provided him with resources and contacts. And his only task is to sleep with his godfather.
After all, it seems to be a yellow text...
After eating, Jiao Qi has to fulfill his godson duties. Washed in vain, lying on the bed, was taken by Zhang Da's arms.
"It's really fragrant, with a smell of milk." Zhang Chenfei sighed in his heart, rubbing against the white and tender face of his little wife, that the skin of this rich young master is better than that of ordinary little stars. I really want to thank Dad Jiao, if it weren't for Jiao's family dying, and Young Master Jiao entered the entertainment circle to make money, it would not be his turn to enjoy it.
Jiao Qi was heated by the big dog and couldn't help twisting his body.
"Don't move!" Mr. Godfather suddenly held him down, not letting him move, as if he was enduring something.
"What's the matter?" Jiao Qi looked at him suspiciously.
"Little things, don't get angry," Zhang Chenfei gasped, "I said, never move you until you reach adulthood, and don't force me to be a beast."
"Do you think I look like a minor?" The calm temperament that has been fighting in the market for many years can make him look like a minor? Jiao Qi reached out and touched Lao Gong's eyelids, suspecting that these eyes were equipped with some black-tech beauty filters.
Zhang Chenfei smiled. Children like to pretend to be an adult, and are not willing to let others say that he is young. As a caring godfather, he naturally knows how to take care of the self-esteem of children: "Well, it’s not like 17 years old, like I’m already 18. ."
"..."
In the end, Lord Jinzhu, who had a very clear moral bottom line, really slept purely with his little wife in his arms, and tried to tell him a bedtime story.
Jiao Qi rejected the touching story of "The Rich Young Master Sells His Body to Save the Family" and sent a message to his mother with his back turned to Zhang Dadi.
[Chen Fei caught a cold, and I will go home by myself tomorrow. 】
Tomorrow is Saturday, the day to make an appointment with your parents. Although he was unwilling to curse his old attacker for catching a cold, he would certainly not be able to take it back to Jiao's house, and he could only go back by himself. Jiao's mother came back quickly.
[Mom: Why are you afraid of catching a cold? Let him come back. 】
[Jiao Qi: When I turn around to infect you, my dad is going to be angry again. 】
The next day, when I heard that Xiaojiao's wife was going back to Jiao's house, Master Jin immediately quit.
"Your time on the weekend is mine. If you want to go home, you have to report to me in advance." Zhang Chenfei said domineeringly, not letting Jiao Qi wear pants.
"I told you the day before yesterday." Jiao Qi said frankly.
"Really?" The confused Zhang Dadi couldn't remember what Xiaojiao's wife said the day before yesterday, and thought for a while, "Then I will go with you."
"No!" Jiao Qi snatched his pants and put them on, "Wait for me at home, and I will go home after lunch."
"Okay, take this." Zhang Chenfei took out a card from his pocket and threw it to Xiaojiao's wife.
Jiao Qi raised his eyebrows slightly. Is this the hard cost of the godfather's sleep all night? This time I finally learned to give the card instead of writing a check. The bank card shouldn't be too shabby to only 200, so I picked up the card and scanned the information with my brain.
[Municipal public transport card, the balance is 199.98 yuan]
"Don't worry, I just charged the money yesterday." The young master who was in the middle of his family learned to save, and he would only take the bus and subway when he went out.
"...Bye." The hard-hearted young master did not accept the benefactor's charity, and threw the bus card with 200 minus 0.02 handling fee on the ground, and slammed the door away.
Ask the driver of Jiao's family to come and pick him up, Jiao Qi went back alone, facing his parents who didn't know what to say to him.
Lunch was still being prepared, and a family of three sat in the living room, without Zhang Chenfei to adjust the atmosphere, and there was a moment of silence.
"Oh, I'm not used to it when Chenchen isn't here." Jiao's mother smiled and handed fruit to her son.
Jiao Qi took the orange that his mother handed over, but didn't eat it. He can't eat anything too sour before meals, even sweet oranges are not very comfortable.
"Hey, look at my memory!" Jiao's mother hurriedly took the oranges back and handed him a few grapes. "I used to catch any ministers and ministers, and he would eat if you couldn't. Hey, you are so squeamish. , Chenchen can take care of you now, what will you do when he gets old?"
"..." This started, Jiao Qi frowned slightly, and did not answer the words.
"You have a cold, are you afraid that I will not come back when I mention the child?" Jiao Zuoren is not as tactful as his wife. Since he had already talked to his son last time, he is straight to the point. "Last time he said he was already preparing. How are you preparing now?"
"I'm not ready yet." Jiao Qi lowered his eyes and took a sip of the hot tea.
"What's this? You are a big man, and you have to drink Chinese medicine for half a year if you are not preparing for pregnancy?" This is just to deal with the parents, and Jiao Zuoren is a little unhappy.
"Psychologically, I'm not ready." Jiao Qi raised his head and looked directly into his father's eyes. He is not ready to be a father yet, and he is not yet able to take responsibility for a small life. What's more, in the current surrogacy method, the child only has his or Zhang Chenfei's genes, and has nothing to do with the other, which he simply cannot accept.
"What is there to prepare for? When I gave birth to you, I was not ready to be a father..."
Seeing that her husband was about to lose her temper, Jiao’s mother hurriedly kicked him. The butler over there said that it was time for dinner, so she greeted the father and son to go to the table and eat as they talked.
"Children’s problems, we will discuss it ourselves. We can’t raise one just because mom and dad want a grandson, it’s not fair to the child." Jiao Qi didn’t give his parents the opportunity to continue preaching, and directly expressed his attitude. It's not Zhang Chenfei's problem, it's his problem.
"What's unfair? It's not good for a child to be born in this kind of family. Besides, you don't need to take care of it personally, and it won't delay work." Jiao's mother was puzzled.
"If there are children, we will take care of them personally." Jiao Qi clenched his chopsticks tightly.
"..."
"..."
The eloquent parents seemed to be caught in their necks, and fell silent for a moment. Jiao's mother's eyes blushed and she looked at Jiao's father helplessly. For so many years, Jiao Qi has never complained that his parents left him to the nanny to take care of him, because his parents sincerely apologized to him after knowing that the nanny had a problem. But let alone, it does not mean that harm does not exist.
Jiao Qi was really angry when he knew that his father had been putting pressure on Zhang Dacock that day.
"Do you know why I identified Zhang Chenfei at that time? Because, whenever I say I want to eat barbecue, he will take me there and roast me one by one. No one has ever spoiled me so much. "Jiao Qi said, his eyes reddened. The guy who was obviously the same age as him, but also supplied him with the love of his parents that he had missed in his childhood.
Jiao Zuoren was a little startled, and took a breath for a long while. Only then did I realize how irresponsible a sentence was, "When I gave birth to you, I was not ready to be a father".
"Woo..." Jiao's mother couldn't help but cry, "I'm sorry Yanyan, mother..."
"It’s not to blame Mom and Dad. What you do is actually better than many parents. It’s just that children are our business. I hope to talk about it when I think about it. Chen Fei is not fooling Dad, he just doesn’t want me to be stressed. , So dad don't embarrass him in the future, just tell me what's the matter." Jiao Qi sniffed and lowered his head, and found that Lao Gong had sent a message.
[Zhang Dazhao: Have you finished your meal? I will pick you up. 】
Lord Jinzhu, who had been reserved for a whole morning, couldn't help but come to pick up his little wife. Thinking of such a delicate young master squeezing the bus with a group of civilians, I was too worried.
[Jiao Qi: No, I will go back by myself. 】
[Zhang Dadi: No, the bus is too dangerous. Wait, I will be there in half an hour. 】
Mr. Godfather, who hasn’t taken a bus for many years, couldn’t help but search for related news. This search was inexhaustible. It was all about "busting people", "busy pigs", and "bus driver's sudden illness." He was frightened.
Jiao Qi was about to go back to him, but found that Jiao's mother couldn't stop crying, so she hurried over to coax.
In fact, his parents have been very good to him. After driving away the nanny, the family's business has grown. When I was in high school, I had housekeepers and servants, and older parents finally knew how to love their children. That’s why he lived like a prince in high school...
After somehow he persuaded his parents not to mention the child, and coaxed his mother, Jiao Qi was still in a good mood. He wasn't angry about Zhang Dazzle coming to pick him up without authorization. But I don’t know if the medicine was too strong, Jiao’s father insisted on sending him out and said something to Zhang Chenfei.
Zhang Chenfei drove the Maybach himself, because Jiao Qi didn't let him into the yard, so he stopped outside and waited. Seeing Jiao Zuoren coming out, he got out of the car to say hello.
"Thanks to you for taking care of Yanyan over the years." Dad Jiao patted Zhang Chenfei, who is tall, handsome and rich, and praised him positively for the first time.
However, the swelling Lord Jinzhu was not so flattered, and patted the old man's shoulder with his backhand: "Hi, brothers, what are you polite?"