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Chapter 22: Fu Junye drafted it

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    Jian Feimo went downstairs to the dining room, just as the supper was ready.

    It¡¯s minced meat porridge, topped with a handful of chives.

    The servant watched Jian Feimo sit down and was a little worried that he wouldn't eat green onions and that his actions of adding green onions were unnecessary.

    But fortunately, Jian Feimo liked green onions quite a bit.

    "Master Fu, would you like a bowl?"

    Fu Junye shook his head and sat next to Jian Feimo. He put his hands on the dining table and waved the index and middle fingers of his right hand together.

    The servant nodded and went off.

    Jian Feimo was sitting upright, holding a spoon in one hand and a bowl in the other. He was eating calmly, chewing slowly and slowly.

    The food looks pretty good.

    "Is it tasty?"

    Seeing that he was eating so deliciously, Fu Junye felt a little hungry.

    Jian Feimo ate intently and ignored what Fu Junye said.

    ¡°Which is better, your mother¡¯s cooking or my Fu family¡¯s cooking?¡± Fu Junye continued to ask.

    But Jian Feimo still ignored him.

    ¡°I asked you something, didn¡¯t you hear it?¡±

    Jian Feimo swallowed the rice porridge in his mouth and put down the spoon, "Young Master Fu, have you ever heard of eating without talking or sleeping without speaking?"

    Fu Junye: "" The prickly little bastard really knows a lot!

    "If you don't like the food you are allergic to, I will tell the chef." Fu Junye stood up, walked behind him, put his hand on his head, and said with a smile: "But don't think that because you are my son, you can stay in the Fu family  Put on airs, understand?¡±

    ¡°A chess piece is a chess piece.¡±

    Jian Feimo shook his head. He didn't like outsiders touching him.

    Especially his condescending attitude really made him feel extremely unhappy.

    After finishing the minced meat porridge, Jian Feimo came to the kitchen with the bowl.

    The kitchen was empty. After searching for a long time, he finally saw a low stool. He moved it to the sink, stepped on it, started washing the dishes, put it in the disinfection cabinet, and put the low stool back to its original place.

    After handling everything, he turned off the lights, closed the door and left. He returned to his room. After washing, he put the "Encyclopedia of Knowledge" on the bedside and planned to continue reading it tomorrow.

    "Oops!"

    As soon as he lay down, Jian Feimo thought of something very important and got up in a hurry, frowning tightly.

    He he hasn't settled the school matters yet.

    I was locked up at home all day today, and I didn¡¯t ask for leave from the teacher. Is the teacher worried about me?

    "Let's talk to the old lady tomorrow. How can we not go to school?"

    Jian Feimo thought for a moment, then returned to the bed, turned off the light and went to sleep.

    Jian Feimo was asleep, but Fu Junye couldn't sleep.

    That kid is a prickly little bastard, smart and witty, but the key is that he is still a mother-controller. He mentions that bitch in two out of three sentences. It is a bit difficult to make him obedient.

    ??Especially the little bastard, he has a very talkative mouth, he seems to know where his anger is, and he pokes at it like crazy.

    He is just a little bastard. If he can't cure it, he will laugh to death.

    Jian Ran was drawing, and as she continued to draw, her eyelids became heavier and heavier. She simply picked up her phone and set an alarm, squinted for two hours, and then got up to draw.

    In his sleep, there was no Fu Junye, only Fei Mo. He came back, sat on the mat and read a book. If he met someone he didn¡¯t understand, he would run over with the book in his arms and ask. When he saw that he had finished drinking his coffee, he would pour it for him.

    But the door suddenly opened, Fu Junye barged in, and took Jian Feimo away with a fierce look.

    Jian Feimo, who was making coffee for himself, was burned by Fu Junye's rough movements and his arm was so painful that he kept crying.

    "Draw it up, Fu Junye!"

    Jian Ran cursed loudly, woke up from her dream, and looked at the mat in front of her, the coffee cup on the table, and the coffee machine on the cooking table.

    It¡¯s a dream.  (Remember the website address: www.hlnovel.com
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