After I got pregnant with the child of the scumbag’s nemesis, I went crazy.

Lu You'ai was tired of crying alone, so he climbed onto the chair in front of the desk, not to mention how pitiful he was.

He reached out with his fleshy little hand, tore off the latest page of the diary, rolled it into a ball, and threw it in the trash can not far away.

I pulled out a pen from the pen holder, but staring at the empty title page, I couldn't write a single word.

What is he going to write?

It was his father who stole Teacher Ye, so why didn't he let him say it?

Dad is so unreasonable.

He only had this idea in his mind, and he wrote it down unconsciously.

I don’t know how long time passed. The little guy racked his brains and couldn’t think of what to write next. After a few yawns, he actually fell asleep.

When Lu Lingxiao came in, Lu You'ai was sleeping in a deep sleep, with his little face pressed sideways on the diary. His fleshy face was squeezed out of shape, and his little mouth was forced to open, and he was drooling with crystal clear saliva. , and fell on the title page of the diary.

Lu Lingxiao stared down at him for a while.

I originally wanted to put him back to bed, but when I saw the sentence "My father is so unreasonable" in the diary, I gave up.

Lu Lingxiao pulled out the diary from under his chubby face.

The words on it were also a lot blurred because they were soaked in his saliva.

Lu Lingxiao sneered and put the diary back on the desk.

By chance, Lu Youmai opened his eyes.

Seeing his father standing in front of him, he snatched the diary back, then covered the small words on it with his hand and said, "Don't peek, I haven't finished writing yet."

Lu Lingxiao ignored him, turned and walked out.

Seeing that his father was really gone, he breathed a sigh of relief, but at the same time he became dejected.

After worrying for a long time, he tore out the page.

After sighing for a moment, he picked up the pen again.

Thinking of his father, he really couldn't praise him enough, and suddenly he had an idea.

It would be too easy if he imagined Li Zihang's father as his own father.

Thinking of this, I quickly started writing.

He imagined what Li Zihang's father looked like, and muttered as he wrote: "My father is a policeman, oh no, cross out the policeman, my father is not a policeman. But he has a maggot body like a policeman... Well, the body of the body is not If you can write, just use this... He has a small belly and a bold personality, and he is full of such advantages... He has a head like a stewed egg, and breasts as big as a mountain, and he can eat 100 of them in one meal. Steamed Bun...he is very tall."

Sure enough, as long as he doesn't think about his father, he becomes more inspired and writes like a master.

At the same time, in the living room, Lu Lingxiao was sitting on the sofa, with his legs crossed and the remote control in his hand.

Because there was no light on in the living room, only the light from the colorful screens on the TV wall shone on his face.

Lu Lingxiao didn't pay attention to anything shown on TV.

There was a mobile phone on the coffee table in front of him, which belonged to Lu Youhe.

Normally, Lu Lingxiao was not allowed to play with his mobile phone, and his mobile phone was turned off most of the time.

Occasionally let him play for a while on weekends, but there is still a time limit.

Otherwise, I usually don’t give him a mobile phone to use, for fear that he will be addicted to the messy games on it.

Lu Lingxiao just sent a WeChat message using Lu You'ai's mobile phone.

... (end of this chapter)