012 Cheng Anya's Twisted Education
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Ning put the fruits, vegetables, and meats in order, washed the pots and pans, and plugged them in to cook the rice before coming out, wearing an elegant smile, winking her eyes, and saying in a serious manner, “Who said they found money? These are the female classmates of our school gave me.”
“What have you done people send you so many things?”
Dang, son you what not good to learn from your father, this promiscuous personality is to learn a ten percent ten, silent! Is it possible that promiscuity is hereditary?
Or is it that 'flirtatiousness' has to be cultivated from a young age?
“I don't understand it either!” Ning said innocently. Ning said innocently, “They all said that my smile was charming, and they gave me things to show that they wanted to chase me.”
Kids nowadays, it's too early for their love affairs to start, isn't it?
“Didn't I tell you not to laugh? I'll let you go out and sell your laughs one day when we can't survive as a mother and child.”
Ning, “......”
“Besides, that's all your smile is worth, it's too cheap, isn't it?” Cheng Anya inclined her head to think about it, and abruptly her eyes lit up, “Get a blank check someday that's what it's worth, got it?”
“What about bounced checks?”
“Won't you 'feel' the bottom first?”
Ning inclined her head, thought very carefully for a moment, and nodded, “Makes sense, practice next time.”
“So good!” Cheng Anya calmly 『touched』 his head, not feeling at all that she was destroying the nation's flowers.
(Author's words: this mother and son are so twisted to say the least.)
“Ningning, mommy asked you a question oh, that ......” Cheng Anya's face 『color』 was a little hot, got closer to her son, wrapped her arms around his tiny body and asked, ”Aren't you at all curious about your real father? ”
Ning's pretty face was all smiles, “Mommy, didn't you say my daddy was dead? And you said something about the grass in his grave being taller than me.”
Ye San Shao, who was indifferently dining far away in his hilltop villa, abruptly sneezed.
Cheng Anya, “......”
Ning Ning asked once since she understood why Ning Ning didn't have a father.
At that time, Ningning was 3 years old and was in infant class in the UK, and there was a kid in his class who lived next door to their house, and often called Ningning a feral child in school, without a father.
Once Ning fought with him, lost the fight, got a big bruise on his arm, cried and ran home to ask Cheng Anya why Ning didn't have a father.
At that time, Cheng Anya's heart was like a knife.
Ning Ning is the best gift she has ever received in her life.
It was the lump of flesh on the tip of her heart, Cheng Anya would not allow anyone to hurt him a hair, but the one who hurt him the most was herself.
She clearly remembered that when Ning asked her, her gaze carried a little bit of resentment.
He was a gifted child, with an IQ higher than that of ordinary children from an early age, but at the age of three, he was still too young after all, and was only slightly more sensitive than other children.
He was also misled by other children into thinking that it was his mother's fault that he didn't have a father, so it was inevitable that his heart would be resentful.
Cheng Anya is that time to tell him, his father died, but also very b****y to break a section of the parents are in love, the man was hit by a car and died, the woman for the love of the child alone to cultivate the sad dog blood drama.
Ning has never asked about his father since then.
Cheng Anya has had a really hard time bringing up a child on her own all these years, studying, working part-time, earning her own tuition fees, and earning money for Ning's milk powder.
The UK is a tough place to live, and she is in London, where consumption is so high that when she was at her worst, she had less than 4 hours of rest a day for a year.
Ning Ning later grew up, also know how to consider Cheng Anya's hard work, with the age of the child IQ is also equal to the increase, 'character' is also powerful staggering.
The topic of single-parent children can no longer hurt him, mother and child naturally automatically ignored the man who was absent from their lives.
Now suddenly brought up the father of this topic they ignored for several years, Cheng Anya some twisted, this lie is too much, I should have known that when I told Ning Ning, his father is going to Mars.
At least he can still come back.
Now say resurrection do not know whether it is still too late.
Cheng Anya actually didn't want Ye San Shao to know about Ning's existence, but didn't want to lie to Ning.
Shit, tangled.
“Ning Ning, have you ever seen someone resurrected?”
“Seen it.” Ning was calm.
Cheng Anya, silent, Ning picked up again, “On TV.”
Ye p*****t, you can talk about it one day when you meet my son, I don't want to dwell on this issue.
“Forget it, let's not talk about it, baby, next time tell the female classmate chasing you that you like chocolate.” Cheng Anya tore the beautifully wrapped paper and threw the chocolate into her mouth.
Yummy!
It was only right for a son to honor his mom.
“Got it, mommy, what else do you like to eat, come up with something difficult, I'll practice.” Ning shook his head and smiled.
He liked this kind of mommy, wealthy 'fanatic', dark, and occasionally a bit stupid.
“Durian.”
Ning's eyes twitched at the corners of his eyes, “...... Mommy, have you ever seen anyone confess their love to a boy with a durian?”
“That's why I'm letting you practice ah, Deng Xiaoping boy said that practice is the only standard for testing the truth.”
“Got it!” Ning rippled as she took the challenge, turning to give her a kiss on the cheek and saying with a smirk, “Mommy, actually, occasionally you really aren't generally stupid.”
After saying this, he squinted at Cheng Anya with an elegant expression of please don't worry, because you're my mommy, so I don't mind you.
In a high-class apartment building located in the center of the city, clothes are scattered all over the place, torn dresses, sexy xx, men's ties ......
The lighting was disorienting, the air was hot, hot, hot, hot, hot, hot, hot, hot, hot, hot, hot, hot, hot, hot, hot, hot, hot, hot.
Black 'color' bed, men and women's limbs like vines entangled, fierce kisses fell hard, such as storm transit, in the white female body left a channel pinch marks, kiss marks, shocking.
The man's frenzy, the woman's suppleness, all make this love affair become xing and hot.
“Sam ......” Yun Ruoxi gasped with a delicate 『chant』, tonight's Ye Chen is very wild, from the time he entered the door, he pulled her all the way to wreak havoc, his face 『color』 is gloomy, as if he is venting something.
His emotions, swimming on the edge of collapse.
Rare roughness, pinching pain her delicate skin, a little bit are pinch marks.
The charming eyes are like silk, the water vapor is full, Yun Ruoxi is very beautiful, it is a kind of delicate and pure intertwined beauty, Ye Chen suddenly stops the action, fixedly looking at Yun Ruoxi.
“Sam, what's wrong with you?” The woman whose l**t was provoked was extremely uncomfortable, her delicate body rubbing against him, her voice that had been rendered by qing-l**t had an indescribable charm.
Ye Chen's eyes were dark and sunken, and no emotions could be seen on his exquisite and demonic face.
The face of the woman underneath him couldn't help but turn into Cheng Anya's face that was paralyzed like a smile, that was also a very pure face.
Compared to Yun Ruoxi, it was even more pure.
There was also more of a clear color that Yun Ruoxi did not have.
Ye Chen couldn't help but think, if it was Cheng Anya who was underneath him at this moment, what would her expression be? He really had seen enough of her signature face-palm smile.
“Sam ......” petite mei voice shook awake full of meandering, such as cold water pouncing down, doused all his excitement.
Ye Chen got up from Yun Ruoxi, straighten just slightly 'messy' clothes, expressionless, walked to the window, look at the lights outside, he was all cold.
What's wrong with him?
How could he think of Cheng Anya?
Yun Ruoxi didn't know why he stopped, chi- 『naked』, hugged him from behind, wanting to kiss his lips, attempting to re-ignite his l**t.
Ye Chen did not move his head, Yun Ruoxi's lips landed on his chin.
The woman smiled bitterly, there seemed to be nothing surprising about such an ending.
Ye Chen's lips were his f*******n zone.
No matter how close their relationship was, he never kissed her.
Nor would he let anyone else kiss him.
- Writer
