After I became a billionaire, I was proposed by the billionaire young master

Feng Fan was invited to the police station for tea, and the only car under his name was parked at the Yihao Hotel. In the evening, after drinking with Xi Weiyang and Zhou Xiwen, he had to take Zhou Xiwen's car back to Boyue Villa's home in a slightly drunk state.

Feng Fan sat on the back seat, the car came to a complete stop, Feng Fan opened the door and got out of the car, Zhou Xiwen next to him moved to the side of the car door, looking at Feng Fan's back, "Why doesn't your little duck come out to pick you up?"

Feng Fan frowned and rolled his eyes, "I want you to take care of it."

Zhou Xiwen glanced at Feng Fan with a smile, then looked at the house with the lights on, and suddenly shouted angrily, "Little duck! Come out to pick up the guests!"

Feng Fan paused, frowned in displeasure, rolled his eyelids down, a cold light flashed in his eyes, turned around and slammed the car door in with his backhand, and Zhou Xiwen wailed suddenly,

"Ah... Feng Fan, your uncle! Didn't you see that my hand is still here, it hurts like hell..."

Feng Fan turned around and supported the rebounded car door with one hand, fixed the car door again, turned a blind eye to his friend's misery, and said in a cold tone, "Repay the money!"

Zhou Xiwen held his arm stuck in the crack of the door, and looked at him in disbelief, "What the hell... When did I owe you money?"

Feng Fan looked at him indifferently, "You just lost a bet at the bar, 100 million!"

Zhou Xiwen rolled his eyes speechlessly, and then realized later, "You are so fucking poor and crazy! You have animal nature and inhumanity! Didn't you just call your little duck?"

A cold light flashed across Feng Fan's alcohol-smelling eyes, and he made a gesture to push the door again, "Hurry up!"

Zhou Xiwen waved his hands and scolded speechlessly, "Then you should let go of me first, otherwise how can I get you money?"

Only then did Feng Fan let go of the car door, allowing Zhou Xiwen to pull his arm out.

Zhou Xiwen scolded while looking for his suit on the back seat of the car, "Are you a fucking human? For a duckling, you blatantly backhanded and stabbed your brother twice! Do you still remember who killed you tonight? Fished out of the police station? You are not a fucking person! Now you still ask me for money, and you just open your mouth for 100 million, and I didn’t even pay you for the lawyer’s fee today!”

Feng Fan didn't care about his wailing, and satirized with a blank expression on his face, "As far as your professional level is concerned, you actually have the face to charge money?"

Zhou Xiwen angrily grabbed his own suit next to him, because he was a little drunk, he searched over and over again, but couldn't find the pocket of the suit, "Sleep with a little duck, I'll make you an old hooligan, damn it, do you still remember?" Remember the good times we had before? In those years we ate and slept together, looked at the moon and stared at the stars, and talked about poetry and songs to Maria Ozawa.”

Feng Fan snorted coldly, "Nonsense! I've never seen Maria Ozawa before."

Zhou Xiwen stopped his hands, raised his head and asked, "Isn't there? Is that Lola Takizawa? Or did you just bend?"

Feng Fan frowned slightly, "Don't talk nonsense, hurry up! Give me the money!"

Zhou Xiwen finally found his wallet angrily, "Damn you, you're gay, you'll be bent! You pretended to be a straight man, disgusting! By the way, how much risk did I take to live in the same dormitory with you? Think Thinking about it makes me shudder! I was able to keep my perfect body from you, an old rascal! Now, if I can’t get it, I want to destroy me, and if I open my mouth, it’s 100 million yuan to find a duck, and I’m like a cash machine!"

Feng Fan held the door of the car and was very disdainful, "Stop holding such beautiful fantasies, look down at the old fat body on your belly, what do you compare with my young and beautiful duckling?"

Zhou Xiwen signed the check in a hurry, put on the cap of the pen, and looked up in disbelief, "So, you old rascal, did you really covet me before? Otherwise, why would I compare myself to your little duck?"

Feng Fan leaned over and snatched his checkbook in disgust, "If you have a bad brain, go to the doctor quickly! See a psychiatrist, if you have delusions."

Zhou Xiwen looked at the robbed checkbook, "Damn robbery! You poor man, you are crazy about poverty! It is true that people say that people are poor and short-sighted, Feng Fan, you dog comparison is over."

Feng Fan tore off the written 100 million, and the rest of the checkbook was still in his possession, "You can get out."

Zhou Xiwen was speechless, taking advantage of the time when Feng Fan lowered his head to collect the check, he raised his leg and gave him a kick, then quickly closed the car door, "Go find your duck!"

The Mercedes-Benz seems to have escaped from Boyue Villa.

Feng Fan received the check, turned around with a calm expression, and saw his family's young and beautiful duckling standing at the lighted door.

The duckling seemed to have come out just now, seeing Feng Fan frowning with disbelief,

"You actually went looking for ducks?"

After Cheng Yu was warned twice by his brother's WeChat phone call, he was still very uneasy. He thought that the matter of his arranging for Mr. Feng Fan was known, and he was waiting for his brother to apologize when he returned home. scene.

His brother didn't go home at night and went looking for ducks?Am I being too polite?To be so dissatisfied?

Feng Fan glanced at him indifferently, walked over, and casually handed him the check in his hand, "That's right, aren't you a little duck, you earned it by acting like a duck, take it."

Cheng Yu looked at the 100 million in his hand and clenched his fists angrily, "Can it be the same? I am..."

"What are you?" Feng Fan interrupted him, and gave him a cool look, "Are you a good husband?"

Cheng Yu licked his lips, feeling a little guilty, but said cutely, "Yes."

Feng Fan snorted, "I think you don't remember your identity again." After speaking, he walked home.

The little wolf dog followed in two steps,

As soon as Feng Fan entered, he saw the scene in the living room and was stunned.

Feng Fan's indifferent Nordic decoration style has long been arranged in a nondescript manner. The living room is filled with colorful balloons, and there are cartoon characters crookedly written on the wall: [Celebrate my brother's return home with honor. ] Below, he posted a heart-shaped pattern on the photos of his venue today.

It has a very simple sense of ceremony.

Zaiyu, Zaiyu what? Zaiyu went to the police station for tea for the first time?

I think you, the duck, are trying to satirize me on purpose.

But the little wolf dog didn't follow the script and said with a slightly red cheek, do you like it?

Instead, he stared at the two puppy eyes and questioned him:

"Did you really go out to find ducks?"

This sentence really doesn't match this scene, destroying the perfect atmosphere.

Feng Fan gave him a displeased look, "I think you look like a duck."

The little wolf dog was not happy, "Hey, why are you insulting people?"

"I call you so many times a day and you don't answer, and you hurt your party B again, do you know that?"

"You still dare to talk on the phone? Do you know how much you made me humiliate in public today?" Feng Fan glared at him, walked through the colorful living room to the dining room,

"Who did I lose you again? I worked so hard to make money, and I even arranged surprises for you when I came back. You don't even praise me." The little wolf dog followed Feng Fan.

There was an ice bucket of red wine on the table and a well-cooked steak, but it didn't seem to be burnt today, which was not bad.Feng Fan didn't eat anything at night, so he sat down, slammed his phone on the table, and glanced at him, "You still talk back, you're so capable, you even dared to touch my phone."

Cheng Yu pursed his lips and muttered, "It's not because you gave me such a dirty name."

"Choose a way to die." Feng Fan glanced at him, and then began to move the knife.

Like a perverted maniac, Feng Fan put his delicate knife and fork on the very ripe beef, and patiently cut it, Cheng Yu's meat tightened a bit,

Cheng Yu turned and sat on the other side of the table.

"I asked you to choose a way to die, didn't you hear?" Feng Fan lowered his voice.

The little wolf dog licked his lips, "Then I will choose the best and die."

"squeak--"

The knife and fork in Feng Fan's hand twisted, and there was a piercing sound as it slid on the plate.

The little wolf dog poured red wine, "Hey, brother, you can't talk, you let me choose! If I can't be your good husband, then I will choose to die on you, hehe, I will die for you anyway , worth it."

Feng Fan: "..."

Feng Fan threw the knife and fork in his hand on the table, squinted at the little wolf dog with a playful smile, "I think I gave you too much face before, and neglected to restrain and discipline you. From today onwards, your status will change from being a nurturing The subject is downgraded to a □□ duck, if you dare to touch my mobile phone, computer and other personal items next time, you just get out of here."

Cheng Yu: □□Duck?

Little wolf dog, "What's the difference?"

Feng Fan calmly picked up the knife and fork again, "Of course it's different, foster objects are for pampering, and □ ducks are for sleeping. Now, you get down for me, ducklings are not qualified to eat on the table. "

The little wolf dog blinked, "Brother, I was really wrong."

That night, the little wolf dog hugged the pillow sadly and was kicked out because his brother said that he would not call ducks tonight.

So angry!He was downgraded so badly with just one title, from a concubine to a servant in one fell swoop.

And even the name has changed, the little duck and the little duck can't stop calling.

"Little duck! Pour me a cup of coffee and come in." Feng Fan shouted in the study.

Cheng Yu moved to the door, with a frustrated expression on his face, "I don't want to be called a duckling anymore, I'll call it a puppy dog."

Feng Fan raised his eyes and glanced at him, "There has never been such a name as a puppy."

Who is this?

Cheng Yu lowered his head and rubbed his slippers on the ground, bit his lips, as if he had made up his mind, "Then... a dog is a dog." A dog is better than a duckling.

Feng Fan didn't stop working, snorted and sneered, "I'm sorry, you don't deserve it! You've already lost the pet name of puppy, and now you are only worthy of being called duckling."

Cheng Yu yelled angrily, "Didn't I just change your address book? Why are you so angry? It's an insult to call someone like this."

Feng Fan stopped the movement of his hands, and remembered how ugly he was in front of so many people, raised his head angrily, and looked at him with sharp eyes, "If you keep talking nonsense, I'll take your "little" off." Bring it back to you!"

The little duck pursed his mouth in grievance,

Can the words still be accepted?

who is this~

There is no harm without comparison. Looking at it now, if you don’t think in the direction of yellow violence, the little duck is actually quite cute. After all, adding a small word in front of anything will make it look cute, for example, little duck, little dog, little Big brother, little brother, whatever...

"Small" is really the soul of this appellation.

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