[Qin Liantong finally made Zhou Ziye pay the price for this, and that man's child... Qin Liantong could no longer see Xiaobao, who was already known as a child prodigy at the age of three.
Xiaobao was hugging his legs affectionately, looking at him pitifully with his big round eyes. Xiaobao was very much like him, and the innocence of a child also touched Qin Liantong's heart.
Xiaobao was his child after ten months of pregnancy. The pregnancy process was actually very difficult. Qin Liantong resented him countless times, but couldn't help but feel pity for him. However, Qin Liantong couldn't treat him as a normal father. After all, this was just the product of a ridiculous night, not to mention that the father of the child was Zhou Ziye...
But now, he still sighed and touched Xiaobao's hair, and gave a stiff and kind smile, reaching a reconciliation with himself and Xiaobao.
——End of the full text]
After typing this line, Su Yufan rubbed his eyes, pushed away the keyboard, stretched lazily, and a lazy smile appeared on his face. It was finally finished!
This book is his masterpiece, a refreshing piece of writing that combines melodrama and face-slapping. He put a lot of effort into the creation of the character Qin Liantong. Although this is still a story about a scumbag chasing his wife to the funeral field, the protagonist, Qin Liantong, is not a weak little white rabbit who accepts everything, but a tough guy with strong means. Almost all the highlights of the whole article are on Qin Liantong, his protagonist.
Similarly, the income from this book is the best among his series of melodramatic articles, and the backend income this month has reached six figures. Thinking of this, Su Yufan happily decided to reward himself.
I opened a group and ordered more than 60 fried skewers.
At the same time, he sent his mother and stepfather the living expenses they had been asking for for a long time, and received a voice message of more than 20 seconds praising him. Su Yufan was so familiar with this that he didn't even click to listen.
After eating and drinking, Su Yufan opened the comment section. Unlike his relaxed and happy self, the readers in the comment section were crying and causing a bloody storm. Although everyone watched the film with the heart of a dog-abusing man, they just hoped for a happy ending.
Some people don't believe that this is the end, and ask unwillingly: "Author, is it really a BE? But Zhou Ziye is so pitiful, he never got to see what Xiaobao looks like until the end..."
Su Yufan thought, how can I want such a jerk? A happy ending is just wishful thinking! He didn't reflect on the fact that he was the one who wanted to write such a jerk story, so he, a jerk-like author, finished the story without any empathy: "The extra chapter can let the top see him from afar in the crowd, little cutie."
"Author, isn't it usually a happy ending when chasing after your wife? Why don't you follow common sense? It feels good, but it's also very sad."
Su Yufan: "If you don't mind, give me your address and I'll send you two packs of tissues."
There are also doubts: "Why did the servant hate Xiaobao so much? Why didn't he throw him to an orphanage when he was born? Or after finding out the father of the child, why didn't he just throw him to Zhou Ziye? The servant has great power and influence, so it would be fine even if he just gave Xiaobao to the aunt to raise. Is it a bug?"
Su Yufan did not answer this question. Isn't it enough to let him take advantage of the popularity of raising a cub?
After casually replying to a few messages, Su Yufan completely forgot about this melodramatic article titled "The Pretentious Charmer O Runs Away with the Ball". Anyway, he had a series of melodramatic articles in his column, and there was not much difference in essence. This one just embodied more of his efforts and was a little bit special.
YOU ARE READING
Where is the baby my little wife is carrying?[MTL]
General FictionPlease, don't vote. Summary in the first chapter. credits belongs to the writer. ( Author: August Zhonglin) NOT MINE. MTL. NO EDITING.