At this moment, he was lying on the bed with his legs crossed and chewing an apple, with an unexplained scornful smile flashing from time to time at the corner of his mouth.
I really don’t understand why my father has been surrounding my mother for so long and still doesn’t know what to do. The emperor is really not in a hurry to kill this little eunuch.
"Dad, if you don't go find mom, then I will go out on my own?"
Shi Ying felt that he was the most aggrieved by the five-year cold war between his father and his mother. He had lost five years of maternal love.
Speaking of father's love, it was strong in the first few years, but in the following years, his perverted father did not treat him as a child at all. He had strict requirements on him and accepted devilish training from the age of five.[
What's so sad is that he's still a little kid with no hair, okay!
Why does no one ever listen to his voice? He hates all kinds of training, and he hates it so much that he goes crazy!
"That's my woman, why are you anxious?" Shi Feiyan sat in the front seat, pulled down the window and suddenly smoked a cigarette.
Shi Ying said with a face of unwillingness, "That's my mother," but he swallowed these words back. If he showed too much Oedipus, his evil father would definitely get it for him again.
A few picked up sisters coaxed him to play.
This is the trick that troubles him the most.
"Then when are you going to get mom? If you can't do it, just let me do it." Shi Ying pouted aggrievedly.
Shi Feiyan knocked a chestnut over and gave him a harsh lesson: "You brat, your skin is itchy, isn't it?"
"I am your son, can you please be gentler? If you hit your head too much, you will become stupid." Shi Ying sank into his arms, and touched his waist with her small hands, and finally touched it.
What he wanted, he immediately started playing with it happily.
Shi Ying has had a special interest in guns since he was a child. Although he is only seven years old, his marksmanship is extremely accurate. Unfortunately, his father does not let him take it with him to play with, so he can only secretly draw guns from his father's body to satisfy his addiction.
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However, no matter how good his marksmanship is, he doesn't dare to show it off anymore.
Because, two months ago, he actually lost to Yan Zhen, who was three years younger than him!
That little boy was smaller than him, but he was prettier, and his marksmanship was more accurate than him. He was awarded the honor of being a sharpshooter at the age of five, which was so stinky!
Shi Ying secretly gritted his teeth and touched the gun body with an unhappy look on his face.
Shi Feiyan turned his head silently and played with the gun casually without making a sound.
His eyes fell on the silver-white BMW slowly parked at the entrance of the palace, and his face became slightly displeased and cold.
It's that butter boy again!
Shi Feiyan squinted his eyes, pressed the kid's head in his arms, and said with a smile: "My good son, go and drive away that annoying car. I'll teach you marksmanship later, and I'll make sure you suppress that kid Yan Zhi."
Go down."
"Hey, dad, if you keep your word, I will eliminate your love rivals. You teach me how to beat Yan Zhi!"
"Dad, never have you ever said what you said. Go quickly. If I take action myself, I will definitely kill him in more ways than one. If I leave it to you, no one will be killed." Shi Feiyan said in disguise.[
In front of the temptation, Shi Yao slipped out of the car.
Then, with an innocent expression on his face, he walked over and looked at the window of the BMW.
He rolled down the window and listened to the pink boy, trying not to let tears flow from his red-rimmed eyes, with a pitiful and discarded expression, which made people see sympathy pouring out.
Bu Li was about to call Xinhan to tell her that he had arrived downstairs when he suddenly heard a knocking sound and turned his head to see a pink boy.