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Feng Yi suddenly wanted to laugh. He dragged out the last syllable, his thin lips curled up, and his eyes flashed with evilness. âSo, you canât do it today?â
Yu Fei said, âThatâs right, Iâm not feeling well today, so I canât do it.â
âOh, okay, donât cook it then. Cook when youâre better. Iâm not in a hurry to eat.â Feng Yiâs gaze became more meaningful, the smile on his lips deepening, his eyes narrowing.
Yu Fei was speechless. Something doesnât seem right. Should we do it? Was she being teased by Feng Yi?
âFeng Yi, you!â She glared at him angrily, her face flushed red. Why was this man acting like a hooligan in front of his son? He was getting more and more shameless! She had a cold expression on her face when she was outside. Why did she seem to have changed into a different person when she was alone with him? Could this be his true face?
Seeing that Yu Fei was going crazy, Feng Yi stopped smiling and said seriously, âIf you change your mind at the last minute and want to do it, let me know. Iâll wait for you.â
Yu Fei was speechless. Such shamelessness, Yu Fei could not compare to it. As expected, one could not judge a book by its cover. Before meeting Feng Yi, who would have thought that such a domineering CEO would be like thisâ¦
The dinner was very light, so light that Yu Fei felt that all the oil in her stomach had been scraped away.
After dinner, she accompanied Feng Xiaochen to watch TV for a while. Then, she wanted to think about the script.
âBaby, Mommy is going to read. Are you going with Mommy?â she asked as usual.
âMommy, go read your books. 1 want to watch cartoons for a while longer.â Feng Xiaochen held the remote control and lowered the volume.
Yu Fei was stunned for a moment. âArenât you going with Mommy?â
The little guy who usually stuck to her actually rejected her. Did she hear wrongly?
âOkay, Mommy, go do your own things. Donât worry about me.â The little guy stared at the television, looking very serious.
The TV was playing âSpongebob Squarepantsâ.
Yu Fei glanced at the television and thought that he was probably engrossed in it, so she did not think too much about it. She nodded and kissed his little face. âOkay, then Mommy will go to the study room. Iâll accompany you later.â
Feng Yi came out of the shower and saw Feng Xiaochen watching TV alone in the living room. He asked as he dried his hair, âWhere did your Mommy go?â
âIn the study. Mommy has to go read the script. She can only accompany me later,â Feng Xiaochen said aggrievedly.
Feng Yi was surprised and smiled. âWhy didnât you go with her?â
âUncle Ye said that girls donât like boys who are too clingy. They will be annoyed if they keep sticking to them.â The little guy was holding his phone. The screen was still lit up, and it was on a messaging app.
âAre you discussing life with Uncle Ye again?â
Feng Xiaochen did not have many friends of the same age, but he had a good chat with Ye Jin, who was 20 years younger than him. Every day, the two of them would chat on the app.
Feng Yi knew about this. Although he felt that Ye Jin was not reliable and might teach his son, the little guy only had one good friend. He could not bear to stop the two from communicating. In any case, if that guy dared to teach his son any nonsense, he would definitely not let him off.
âLet Daddy see what you and Uncle Ye talked about.â Feng Yi reached out for his phone, but Feng Xiaochen immediately hid it under his butt and looked at him warily.
His eyes were wide open, and his gaze flickered non-stop. âNo, no, Daddy, you canât look at my chat records casually. Thatâs my privacy.â
Feng Yi was speechless.
Based on his understanding of Feng Xiaochen, privacy was just an excuse. There must be something that he did not want him to see. In the past, he had never realized that the little guy had hidden his chat history from him, nor had he ever said anything about privacy. Yes, there was a problem.
Feng Yi narrowed his eyes and reached out his hand, saying no more, just four words. âGive me your phone.â n/ô/vel/b//in dot c//om
âNo, no.â Feng Xiaochen gripped his phone nervously as if he was guarding against a thief. âDaddy, you canât look at my chat history. I promised Uncle Ye that I wonât tell anyone what we talked about, especially Daddy.â
In a moment of carelessness, the little fellow had betrayed his dear Uncle Ye without even knowing it. Especially not him? Very good, that Ye Kid was itching for a beating again.
Feng Yiâs lips curled up, his voice gentle. âFeng Xiaochen, Iâll give you two choices. First, give me your phone now. Second, I respect your privacy and wonât read your chat content. But in the future, donât even think about going with your Mommy when sheâs filming.â
In less than a second, the little guy who had been hiding his phone immediately handed it over obediently. âDaddy, donât tell Uncle Ye that I let you see it. Heâll be angry.â
Feng Xiaochenâs heart raced as he thought, âUncle Ye, Iâm sorry. Although 1 like you very much, I like Mommy more..â