C8 (2/2)

”What about Little Fei? He's a boy. ”

”You're much more handsome than he is.”

”How much is more? Is it a hundred times stronger? ” Cheng Cheng counted with his fingers.

”Yes, a thousand times more.” Cheng Cheng's eyes widened in surprise and surprise when he heard that. ”A thousand times, how nice would that be!?” This purchase is really worth it! ” After saying that, Cheng Cheng went to look at himself in the mirror.

Aunt Cheng looked at his innocent and adorable appearance and felt that being the mother of such a child was very lucky. I really hope that he will never grow up, just like Cheng Hanlong did back then, to ask some childish questions, just trick him a little to scare him a little and he will obediently listen to me. At that time, the child did not have many thoughts, and all thoughts were straight. In front of him, no matter what he did, he would feel at ease and confident. Now Cheng Hanlong grew up day by day and had his own thoughts. As a mother, she started to feel a little scared. There were many things that could no longer be hidden!

In the classroom of No. 5 High School...

”Look, star!” All the students in the class looked out. A few girls had their faces pressed against the windows. A limousine was parked in front of the classroom. A young man walked out of the limousine. Since his appearance couldn't be seen with sunglasses on, he straightened his collar and walked to the classroom door and knocked on the glass.

”I'm sorry to interrupt. Teacher, I'm Cheng Hanlong's father. As time is limited, we can only invite him out now. ” The teacher looked at the man and could not help but be surprised. No matter how he looked at it, he was only 20 years old. However, he was not worried when he saw Cheng Hanlong's sincere expression and indicated for him to go out and meet his father. The moment Cheng Hanlong walked out, the class started to boil. The discussion continued, and it took the teacher several knocks on the table to keep the commotion in check.

”Dad, did you need me for something?” Cheng Hanlong saw that his father, who was getting younger and younger, was getting a little annoyed for some reason. The more she felt like this, the further away she felt from her mother.

”My son is becoming more and more handsome. He's even more like your father back then.” His father took off his glasses, revealing a face devoid of any trace of time. It reminded him of a time when his father went home, drunk, and threw himself on the bed. His whole body stretched out on the bed. At that time, a female teacher was doing home tutoring on Olympic mathematics for him, when he was talking about the golden division. In order to describe its beauty, the teacher pointed at Cheng Hanlong's father, who was sleeping on the bed without any image, and said, ”Your brother's body shape is the perfect embodiment of the golden division.”

Indeed, how could he be his father? He looked like a playboy who had yet to have a family in his 20s. Even if he could be a little uglier, a little poorer. As long as he could give me a hint of my father's aura, he would love him.

”Dad, have you gone to see my mom yet?”

”Your classmate is peeking at you from the window!” Cheng Hanlong's father smiled and lit up a cigarette.

”Dad, you really can interrupt us! How long are you going to keep fighting? Do you know that my mom is home all day …? ”

”You really are not like my son at all. ”I'm afraid that if I give you something good in the future, you won't even know how to use it.” Cheng Hanlong was mercilessly cut off, but he was no longer in the mood to continue. He realized that no amount of talking would help the man in front of him.

”I'm leaving. I didn't bring anything for you this time, but we'll meet again soon. Goodbye, son!” He opened the car door and rolled up the window. Start off, and the car pulls away. The smell of tobacco was still around Cheng Hanlong. If he didn't smell this, he wouldn't have been able to sense that this person had come here before. He had hoped and lost again and again. He was already used to this kind of immutable law of emotions. He often asked himself: What am I waiting for? If what she had been waiting for as a child was a toy, then what about now?