"Oh, what can I expect from a child of a rapist?" He slapped his forehead heavily and began to feel worried again.
During the meal, Cheng Ningyou yawned repeatedly, and her eyes filled with tears throughout the meal.
Pei Mochen scooped up a bowl of soup and brought it to Cheng Ningyou, "After eating, go and take a nap. It was too late last night and I got up early this morning."
The speaker didn't mean what he said, but the listener took it seriously. Yifan Lu took out a shrimp from the soup basin and put it in Cheng Ningyou's bowl, and said reproachfully to Pei Mochen, "Brother, you are so incompetent, even though you know
You will definitely be dissatisfied with your desires after suppressing them for five years, but you also have to consider Sister Feifei's body, really."
It was too late for the fuss, I had already told him to take it easy, but he was still in such a hurry.
After saying that, he greeted Cheng Ningyou, "Sister Feifei, eat more, and don't let my brother enter your room tonight."
Cheng Ning worried "..."
Pei Mochen "..."
He put down his chopsticks and looked at Lu Yifan with a serious face, "Lu Yifan, I think you should go back to school, otherwise the army will be your final destination."
His father had mentioned to him several times the matter of sending Lu Yifan to the army. His father once told him that his great-grandfather had always had a wish. Their ancestors had all been soldiers and had military ranks.
Although his grandfather was an official, he also served in the army when he was a teenager, so whether he was in the army or in an agency, as a soldier, he always thought that his descendants would contribute to the country.
Efficacy, service to the people.
Grandpa disappointed him, and he never mentioned that wish again.
But the relationship between father and great-grandfather is very good, and he still wants to try his best to help him achieve his wish.
Yifan Lu said without fear, "Tsk, Mom won't be willing to let me go to the army."
If he was willing, he would have gone when the eighteen-year-old army was recruiting soldiers last year, and the old lady should have stopped him.
He's not afraid.
"If something happens again, I'll have to send you to the army to suffer hardship." Pei Mochen's warning was not just a threat, he was worried about him.
When Lu Yifan entered junior high school, he started causing trouble everywhere. Fighting and hitting teachers were commonplace.
Because he is too important in the minds of Ms. Lu and his father, he is doted on to this extent.
If you don't know how to behave and don't tell what rank you will get in the army, you will inevitably suffer for several years.
'Humph' Lu Yifan tugged his lips disdainfully, "If I really go to the army, I will definitely be able to become a commander-in-chief."
The premise is that it is impossible for him to join the army.
"There's no need to make a draft when you're bragging." Pei Mochen stood up and prepared to put away the dishes. He lowered his head and curled his lips for a moment.
He believes that as long as this kid joins the army, he will be able to prosper, because he and Zhang Mofei are in the same category. Once he makes up his mind, he will definitely be able to do it.
As for the commander-in-chief, he didn't have high hopes for him, but as long as he went there, he would definitely not disappoint his father and him.
Lu Yifan was like a child who had not yet grown up in his doting. He had just finished eating and was holding an apple and gnawing hard.
He leaned lazily on the dining chair, twitching the corners of his lips, and glanced sideways at Cheng Ningyou, who was texting.
He looked at Pei Mochen again and suddenly thought of something, "By the way, when will you get married? Give me a nephew as soon as possible. Our Pei family needs incense."
