Chapter 84 You Just Want to Make Dirty Money
He snatched the phone from her and was about to kick her off the bed.
As a result, before he could even take a step forward, Feng Zhibairen had already sat on the ground.
He quickly retracted his foot and raised his hands in a desperate attempt to survive: "I didn't touch you!"
“It’s gone…it’s gone…everything is gone!”
Lying on the head of the bed, Feng Zhibai clenched his fists and pounded the bed continuously.
"What's gone? Feng Zhibai, did you get kicked in the head by a donkey? Why are you running here crying so much so early in the morning?"
Chen Xiaodao pulled the quilt that was pressed down by her and looked alert.
Three full sections!
It's nearly ten minutes long!
Gone!
She searched through all the recycling bins and all the photo albums, but the video seemed to have evaporated!
Security is gone!
Early the next morning, when it was still light and Chen Xiaodao hadn't woken up yet, Feng Zhibai rushed into his bedroom with a pair of panda eyes.
It's impossible to refuse the overwhelming force!
Finally, amidst Chen Xiaodao's crying and begging her to stop doing anything rash, Feng Zhibai snatched his phone and opened the photo album.
Sure enough, it was the same as my cell phone album.
The video is gone.
Ah! God was so unkind to her!
Don't let her do anything unscrupulous!
"Ah! Help!"
She raised her hands above her head and let out a scream.
"Are you sick? You suddenly rushed in here so early in the morning! Do you know that it's forbidden for men and women to touch each other? What are you doing? Give me back my phone!"
After realizing that Feng Zhibai was not going to do anything bad to him, Chen Xiao
I was afraid that she would suddenly hit me.
However, contrary to expectations, it did not.
Someone just cried and wailed.
Old Mi was woken up from his sleep.
With his head dizzy, he groped his way from his room to Chen Xiaodao's room.
Rubbing his temples, he helplessly shouted, "What are you doing? Howling so early in the morning? I'm not dead."
After forcing his eyes open, Old Mitou finally saw the situation in front of him clearly.
When his eyes fell on Feng Zhibai, who was sitting on the ground with disheveled clothes, and Chen Xiaodao, who was sitting on the bed with his upper body naked!
He rushed forward quickly, raised his hand and slapped Chen Xiaodao directly on the arm!
The sound of "pop" is extremely crisp!
"Ouch! You little brat! You don't even let a minor go! This little girl is so young, and you've already taken her to bed!"
Chen Xiaodao was stunned by the sudden slap in the face.
After realizing what was happening, she anxiously covered herself with the quilt: "It wasn't me! Why did you misunderstand me again! I'm not interested in her! She was the one who suddenly rushed into my room early in the morning! Why did you hit me!"
Old Mi's hand froze in mid-air.
If you think about it carefully, that’s true.
Feng Zhibai is not the kind of person who would suffer losses.
And from her point of view, she seems to look down on pretty boys like Chen Xiaodao.
It seems like... there was a misunderstanding.
But the atmosphere is already here.
Stopping is a bit disrespectful.
“Bang!”
The crisp slap still hit Chen Xiaodao's exposed arm.
"Ah! You hit me again!"
"I'm sorry, your hands are raised, it would be unreasonable not to hit you."
Looking at him embarrassedly, Old Mitou gave a wry smile.
Chen Xiaodao pulled back the quilt and buried his head in it.
"Help! I'm really being wronged!"
"I'm sorry, I was just impulsive. Don't cry, tell me what happened? Why are you two crying so early in the morning?"
"It's not me! It's her!"
Chen Xiaodao poked his head out from under the quilt and gestured to Lao Mi Tou to look at Feng Zhibai who was still sitting on the ground.
He stood up and put on his coat, then he and Lao Mitou skillfully held Feng Zhibai's arm and went to the living room.
After putting the person on the sofa beside him, Lao Mi went into the kitchen, boiled water and cooked breakfast.
Chen Xiaodao brushed his teeth and washed his face, then slumped onto the sofa, his eyes fixed on Feng Zhibai.
When breakfast was served, his resentful eyes never left Feng Zhibai.
After putting the food away, Lao Mitou called Feng Zhibai as usual: "Girl, it's time to eat."
"snort."
Someone in a daze gave a bitter smile and covered his face with his hands: "What to eat? All the money is gone, wuwuwuwu."
"What money? The money from last night? Are you afraid of losing the money when Director Yan is here?"
Old Mi went into the bathroom, brushed his teeth and washed his face, then wiped his mouth and sat down across the table.
Chen Xiaodao also snorted and laughed: "Humph, she's not crying about the money that Director Yan is going to give her, nor is she crying about the karma money from last night. She's crying about the dirty money that was about to go into her pocket but flew away!"
"What nonsense! When have I ever made dirty money?"
Putting her hand down, she raised her arm and went up to give Chen Xiaodao a slap.
Inertia pitted his head. When the pain in his head subsided, he shook his head, his eyes full of doubt: "Dare you say that you didn't want to post that video last night to earn some viewing fees?"
"Nowhere, no, no, no, no!"
She glanced at him guiltily and reached out to pick up some pickles with her chopsticks.
"Am I that kind of person? This is a video about spreading nonsense! I'm a law-abiding and scientific person. How could I possibly do something like that?"
"Haha, I don't know who stared at the basin last night and his head fell into it."
Old Mitou took a big gulp of boiled water, still feeling dazed. "What happened at Han Dongping's house last night when I got drunk? What video? I still don't know. Was the ghost subdued last night?"
"Come, I'll tell you in secret."
Chen Xiaodao approached Lao Mi Tou mysteriously and whispered to him what happened last night.
When he said this, Lao Mitou put on an expression that looked as if he couldn't bear to watch.
After struggling with himself for a while, he finally said to Feng Zhibai, "Fortunately, there is nothing. If there was, we would have to go to the police station and surrender to Director Yan in a few days."
"Really? So I'd say it's a good thing the video is gone."
Feng Zhibai gulped down the porridge in front of him, his panda eyes filled with a faintly calm but ready-to-explode anger.
"Chen Xiaodao, do you know what I want to do most right now?"
Continuing to clear the food in front of him, he hummed in understanding and immediately predicted what Feng Zhibai was going to do next: "Do you want to hit me? Hey, come on, hit me!"
He put down the dishes and chopsticks in a frivolous manner, jumped back and jumped directly onto the sofa.
When Lao Mi saw him jump onto the sofa with his shoes on, he banged on the bowl: "Hey, hey, hey! Take off your shoes! Take off your shoes! It's not you who's washing the sofa cover, you don't feel bad, right?"
Chen Xiaodao kicked off his slippers and hid behind Lao Mi Tou.
Feng Zhibai held the chopsticks in his hand, exerted force, and the chopsticks broke in half with a snap.
"Chen Xiaodao, have I been too gentle with you recently?"
She threw away the chopsticks in her hand, slapped the table with both hands, and stood up.
The table made a thud.
Feng Zhibai supported himself on the table with both hands and swept his right leg towards the direction of Lao Mi Tou and Chen Xiaodao!
Seeing this, Lao Mi Tou quickly leaned forward and accurately avoided Feng Zhibai's sweeping kick.
Chen Xiaodao was squatting behind Lao Mi Tou. He felt a gust of wind passing in front of him, and then he hit the wall.
"ah!"
He let out a scream, but before he could see clearly, he felt another slap on the forehead.
Then, the familiar feeling of punches and kicks covered his entire body.
"You'll owe me!"
Feng Zhibai swung his fists, each one landing squarely on Chen Xiaodao's back and face.
Old Mitou moved his bowl, glanced at the two of them, and ate his breakfast calmly. After hearing Chen Xiaodao's wailing gradually fade away, he waved at the two of them with his chopsticks: "Alright, alright, stop fighting, and eat quickly. The food is getting cold."
Feng Zhibai pulled his hand back, rubbed his wrist, and kicked Chen Xiaodao on the back: "I'll let you do whatever you want!"
"ah!"
After letting out a final cry of pain, Chen Xiaodao finally accepted his fate and crawled from the ground to the sofa. He covered his pretty face and shouted helplessly, "Grandma, can I ask for a favor? I hope you won't hit my handsome face."
"This is the first time I've seen someone make demands while being beaten."
Feng Zhibai gave Chen Xiaodao a blank look and silently drank the last mouthful of porridge.
Putting down the bowl, Lao Mitou reached out to pick up Chen Xiaodao. Just as he was about to persuade him, there was a knock on the door.
“Dongdong——”
The knock on the door was not very urgent.
After pushing the man onto the sofa, Lao Mitou stood up in time: "Hey, I'll go open the door, you two continue fighting."
He walked quickly to the front door, and he didn't forget to turn around and call them to continue fighting.
"Who is it, knocking on the door so early in the morning?"
He rubbed his face and looked over.
"Maybe the noise just now was too loud and disturbed everyone. It's okay, I'll explain."
He opened the door.
"Oh, sorry, was it noisy..."
"dad."
Before Old Mitou could finish his words, the man standing at the door pushed up the frame of his glasses and called out "Dad" to him in a clear voice.
dad?
Chen Xiaodao and Feng Zhibai looked over at the same time.
There was a man standing outside the gate.
You Shanlin is thirty years old.
The man has a straight and thick nose and is upright.
The people of Bitou Fengyuan are kind-hearted.
The Tiancang and Diku are full, spacious, and wealthy.
High cheekbones mean there are thoughts in your heart.
A pair of eyes slightly raised, revealing a sharp edge, a strong man.
Observe the twelve zodiac signs on his face.
Except for the Parents Palace and the Spouse Palace, which are not very good, all others are excellent.
You can tell at first glance that such a person is a successful person.
"Do you smell something else about him?"
Feng Zhibai lay at the front of the sofa, pulling Chen Xiaodao's ear.
"Hiss—don't pull me! I didn't smell it, maybe you smelled it wrongly."
He raised his hands to protect his ears and grimaced in pain.
Outside the gate, Lao Mitou looked puzzled: "Young man, did you find the wrong door?"
The man outside the door laughed and instinctively reached out to push the frame of his glasses again: "Dad, my name is Duan Tianyi, and I'm your daughter Mi Xue's husband."
"My daughter's husband?"
Old Mi was stunned for a moment.
She didn't invite him to her daughter's wedding, and he only calls her a few times a year. He doesn't even know where she lives, let alone her husband.
Wiping his hands hurriedly, Old Mitou nervously leaned back and said, "Quick, quick, come in."
Duan Tianyi was holding two boxes in his hands, which looked like supplements from the names.
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