Siheyuan: I Have a Beast System

In less than a minute, the door opened suddenly, and Miao Qingqing, who was about to enter the door, saw Song Gaopeng holding a crying child, sweating profusely.

"Old...Old Song..."

"Where did you go this early in the morning?"

Speechlessly blaming, Song Gaopeng stretched out his hand and handed the child over: "I woke up in the morning and cried all the time. I made porridge and didn't even eat steamed eggs. Hurry up and feed my son milk."

"This this……"

Miao Qingqing, who took over the child, had an unnatural expression on her face, thinking of reasons to evade, "I drank wine yesterday, so I'll feed you now, isn't it good?"

"Feed less, crying all the time is not an option."

As he spoke, Song Gaopeng pulled Miao Qingqing into the room, and slammed the door shut: "I was drunk last night, didn't I say anything I shouldn't have said?"

"You've said a lot, how do I know what to say and what not to say?"

Complainingly glaring at Song Gaopeng, Miao Qingqing hesitated, turned around with the child in her arms, unbuttoned her clothes, pulled up her clothes and started feeding.

Before the child could eat, Miao Qingqing saw a clear tooth mark, and her face turned red.

It was left by that bastard Jia Zhengyi.

"what!"

"The son bit it?"

Song Gaopeng also saw it, and slapped his son's butt angrily: "This brat, he is so ruthless in his mouth, don't eat it from now on."

"Woooo... Mom..."

Aggrieved, the little guy raised his head and looked over eagerly: "No... I didn't bite..."

"It's just you eating alone, if it's not you, can it be me?"

With a snort, Song Gaopeng turned his face to look at the red-faced Miao Qingqing: "My son is one year and three months old, so I should give him a taboo..."

"Let's talk about it later."

Miao Qingqing felt guilty, interrupted Song Gaopeng, and carried her son to the living room: "It's almost eight o'clock, when do you go to work?"

"I won't wait for you to come back, I'll go to work in the morning..."

"woooo~"

Before Song Gaopeng finished speaking, the child who was drinking milk cried: "Spicy, grandma is spicy, woo woo..."

Can it not be spicy? Last night, a bad uncle drank most of the night.

"How can it be spicy? Eat another one."

Miao Qingqing knew it well, and was afraid of being spotted by Song Gaopeng, so she quickly changed her son.

"I bitten this one too, this bastard..."

"Wooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooow..."

Regardless of whether the child was scolded or not, the child took two sips and did not suck it out, crying at the top of his throat.

It's just that his crying almost didn't make Miao Qingqing die on the spot in shame.

"Too inhuman!"

"Jia Zhengyi..."

It's really a beast. I rushed to eat the child's breakfast.

"Stop crying, son."

After scolding Jia Zhengyi in her heart for a long time, Miao Qingqing coaxed the child and put down her clothes: "Daddy steamed the eggs, can mom feed you?"

"no no……"

"Shut up Laozi!"

After biting like this, I still have the face to cry. I have never been so cruel before, and roared: "If you don't eat, you will be hungry. It's a bad habit. You don't know how old it is. You don't think it's a shy thing."

Jia Zhengyi: "I feel offended."

"Dream~dreak~"

Too scared to cry, the child sobbed loudly.

"Why scold him, the child is still young."

Knowing that she was wrong, Miao Qingqing hugged her son distressedly: "It's also my fault, I shouldn't have been drinking last night..."

"There's nothing wrong with you. I'll order it from the dairy factory another day, so I can't treat him badly."

Interrupting Miao Qingqing, Song Gaopeng tidied up his clothes and picked up the briefcase on the living room table: "I still have to do business with Mr. Jia. I'm going to work first. You have to hide the money."

"I know."

Nodding, Miao Qingqing hugged her son to send Song Gaopeng off: "By the way, Lao Song, don't bring Mr. Jia home from now on, I don't like him."

"Be patient, he is our God of Wealth."

Smiling, Song Gaopeng turned his head and kissed Miao Qingqing: "Young Master Kuo is like this, come to the house again, just find a chance to hide, I'm going to work."

"Be careful on the road, the money is still in the dresser cabinet..."

"You let me ask me? Why are you so weird this morning?"

Just about to leave Song Gaopeng, he turned around with a smile: "Don't be too nervous, although the money is a lot..."

"I didn't put the money."

Miao Qingqing's face changed suddenly, and she stared at Song Gaopeng suspiciously: "Didn't you take the money back to the room?"

"I?"

"I can't!"

Song Gaopeng was also dumbfounded. He patted his head and thought about it carefully: "I remember, the money was put on the dining table. Later, when you sent Mr. Jia away, I went to sleep. I didn't take the money."

"You think about it again?"

How could it be that he didn't get the money? That bastard Jia Zhengyi said it all. He fell asleep holding the money last night.

"I drank too much, why don't I remember?"

Song Gaopeng was also suspicious, but after thinking about it, he felt wrong: "It's impossible, you know, no matter how drunk I am, I won't throw money around, it can't be that Mr. Jia is drunk, Did you pretend to go away again?"

"impossible!"

Miao Qingqing was absolutely sure of this point. Last night, she helped him take off the bastard's clothes. It cost more than 6000 yuan, and the stacks were so thick that it was impossible not to find it.

I also looked in the bag, except for a few tts, it is these transparent socks like pants, no money.

Is it not Jia Zhengyi, or Song Gaopeng?

To be honest, Miao Qingqing really didn't want to think so.

But the more he controlled himself and didn't think so, the more Jia Zhengyi's words echoed in his ears.

Men become bad when they are rich, and women become rich when they become bad.

This bastard said this because he wanted to be his lover and would give her a sum of money every month.

This has to be agreed, and what is the difference between selling and selling.

Miao Qingqing not only refused, but also kicked Jia Zhengyi, but he was not only not angry, but boasted brazenly, saying that every man has the heart to take care of his wife.

At that time, I sneered at it, but now, is this going to be fulfilled?

Of course, all this is my own conjecture.

"Old Song?"

Taking a deep breath, Miao Qingqing suppressed any messy thoughts: "When Mr. Jia was sent away, the money was on the table. Think carefully, is it you who took it away?"

Fragmented, what a fart.

"Is it possible that I took it?"

Seeing that Miao Qingqing was not very happy, Song Gaopeng smiled and accompanied the smiling face: "The money should be at home, you should look for it carefully, I really should go to work."

"Okay! I'll look for it."

Miao Qingqing was not angry either, but her guilt towards Song Gaopeng vanished in an instant.

That's good too, so I don't feel sorry for him.

"Don't be angry, I'm not going to drink the fragments anymore, I'm back at night, you clean up for me and leave first."

Song Gaopeng, who hadn't noticed the trouble yet, grinned and oiled the soles of his feet.

With so much money, if he were to lose it, the family would be ruined.

As everyone knows, this family is almost lost.

Chapter 234 Chen Li: Sad, ignore me

Rolling mill.

"It became Brother Jia."

"Congratulations, it's time for Brother Jia to treat you to dinner."

"Our factory manager is here."

"..."

Just as Jia Zhengyi entered the office, before he sat down, Cao Guoan and Huang Youcai pushed the door open with a smile on their faces.

"Sit down, sit down and talk."

Greeting, Jia Zhengyi looked at Chen Li who was tidying up the desk: "Don't be too busy, wash a few cups and make some tea."

"Oh~"

In response, Chen Li was a little disappointed and went to clean the cup.

"Brother Jia, is this Chen Li?"