Arrogant president can't stop spoiling

"Hey! Are your ears long? I said no, didn't you hear me?! "

The man stood up from the stone bench with a fierce look on his face, as if he were going to tear Feng Ting.

But Feng Ting was not a soft persimmon. He looked back like a sword, like an iron soldier defending his land.

"You little boy! Be careful, I'll dig out your eyes! " The man waved his hand impatiently, looked disgusted and said, "take your little sister away quickly, otherwise don't blame grandpa for beating you!"

Feng Ting looked at the man dressed like a dog and sniffed.

"To say you're a ruffian is to insult a ruffian and say you're a hooligan. You don't deserve it. What are you?"

"What you are special is something!"

Feng Ting frowned and waved in front of his nose.

"Oh, this mouth stinks. Do you mean you're not a thing?" Feng Ting put his eyes on the woman beside the man, said with a look of regret for her: "you can see such a man. It's really blind."

"I..."

When Feng Ting said this, the woman felt very embarrassed and didn't know where to look.

"What are you talking about?! I think you're itchy and deserve a beating! "

With that, the man waved his fist and prepared to give Feng Ting a fist.

Unexpectedly, even if Feng Ting was only 13 years old and even shorter than the man, he could easily grasp the man's fist and break it hard. The man immediately screamed in pain.

Seeing that the girlfriend behind the man was so ashamed, she immediately stood up, stamped her feet and ran away.

"Ah! Where are you going? Wait for me! "

Feng Ting tugged at the man's fist and didn't mean to let go at all. Looking at the man's anxious and painful appearance, he was still cool in his heart.

"Say it, why don't you say it? Why did the strength of swearing just go out at once? You shouldn't be short of morning sun? "

"The morning sun is short?"

The man didn't seem to understand the meaning. Looking at Feng Ting, he couldn't help asking again, but soon, he immediately understood and stared at Feng Ting and kicked it immediately.

But this foot finally failed. Not only did Feng Ting not hurt a bit, but he was kicked to the crotch by Feng Ting, and he ran away in a moment.

"You... You treat a man like this?! You... Be careful of retribution! "

Feng Ting didn't take the man's words to heart at all, even if it was ignored.

But what he didn't know was that several years later, his retribution really came, or he was kicked by Xi Yan and almost lost his children and grandchildren.

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Feng Ting picked up Xi Yan and put her on the stone stool, while he sat beside her and opened the sushi box in his hand.

"Xiaoyan, brother, feed you, okay?"

Xi Yan nodded happily, opened his mouth and waited.

"Xiao Yan is so good."

Feng Ting forked a piece of sushi to Xi Yan's mouth, but because it was too big, he had to eat half first and then hand over the other half to Xi Yan.

Watching Xi Yan eat sushi stained with his own saliva, Feng Ting suddenly felt guilty. He felt that he was bullying a child who didn't understand anything.

Um! Feng Ting! You are so obscene!

Feng Ting reluctantly shook his head and continued to feed Xi Yan sushi, but she just ate less than two pieces. She suddenly said she didn't eat.

"What's the matter? Isn't it delicious? "

Xi Yan pouted and stared at Feng Ting not far away with two little star like eyes. Then she leaned spoiled against Feng Ting.

"Brother..."

Whenever Xi Yan spoiled him, Feng Ting only felt warm in his heart, and even felt that it was worth doing anything for her.

Feng Ting naturally reached out and pinched Xi Yan's nose, raised a spoiled smile and asked, "Xiao Yan, do you want anything?"

Xi Yan clapped his hands happily, pulled Feng Ting's hand and pulled him hard, but she was too small to pull it up.

Feng Ting pressed her forehead with his finger and stood up with a smile.

"Come on, what do you want?"

"Brother, want a balloon!"

Feng Ting looked in the direction Xi Yan pointed out. There was a vendor selling balloons. The vendor held many colorful balloons, which was very attractive.

He looked down at Xi Yan beside him, and then took her hand to the balloon vendor and asked her to choose her favorite balloon.

At the moment of getting the balloon, Xi Yan's face was always smiling like a crescent moon because of his happiness, which suddenly touched Feng Ting's heart.

But unfortunately, Duro is coming to them seriously, even with a purpose.

"Hello, I'm Mr. Xi's special assistant Duro. Mr. Xi asked me to take Xiao Yan back."

Hearing that Duro said he would take Xi Yan away, Feng Ting suddenly felt a loss in his heart. There seemed to be a voice in his heart saying that it would be good if Xiao Yan stayed with him and grew up.

His shaking spirit was discovered by Duro, who observed deeply, but Duro just narrowed his eyes and returned to normal.

"Xi always asked me to say thank you for taking care of Xiaoyan."

Feng Ting suddenly recovered and smiled awkwardly

"No, you're welcome. That's what I should do."

As soon as he said this, Feng Ting felt that he was wrong, because he suddenly realized that he had nothing to do with Xi Yan. How should he do it.

Duro looked down at Xi Yan, who was playing with balloons happily, and then put his eyes on Feng Ting.

"I always want to thank you face to face. I don't know if you have time now?"

Feng Ting nodded without thinking more, indicating that he had very free time.

"Well, please."

Feng Ting was uneasy at the bottom of his heart, but he still led Xi Yan's hand to the car from Duro.

Duro opened the door for them, and Feng Ting politely nodded his thanks.

In the car, Duro drove the car attentively, while Xi Yan happily played with the balloon in his hand, but Feng Ting was worried.

In fact, he doesn't know why he feels uneasy, and he doesn't know what he's afraid of.

Are you afraid of Xi Yan? Or to put it another way, it's afraid of Xiaoyan's father.

When the car drove to the downstairs of Xi's group, Duro immediately got off and opened the door for them. However, Xi Yan was crying for a hug, and Feng Ting had to rely on her.

"Good, brother, take you to see Dad."

"Yes! Daddy! "

Xi Yan hugged Feng Ting's neck and kept rubbing on his face.

Duro followed them, suddenly worried.

Most importantly, he really couldn't understand the chairman's idea. Why did he have to marry the Xi family and the Feng family.

"Brother, what is this?"

As soon as he entered the elevator, Xi Yan pointed to the wall in the elevator and asked, "brother, what is this?"

"This is my brother, this is Xiao Yan."

With that, Xi Yan immediately made faces at the wall, and the more he did, the happier he was.

Feng Ting looked at Xi Yan and was so happy because of a little thing. His heart was warm again.

"Little fool."

Feng Ting walks into Xi Yan's office with Xi Yan in his arms. At this time, Xi Yan is having a video conference, so he first holds Xiao Yan to the reception sofa and waits without disturbing Xi Yan.

But what he didn't know was that Xi Yan's eyes were full of unhappy eyes when he held Xi Yan, as if he wanted to cut off his hand.

Xi Yan quickly ended his video conference and got up and went to the reception sofa.

Before sitting down, he habitually unbuttoned his suit to prevent discomfort.

However, his eyes never left Feng Ting and Xi Yan, especially when Xi Yan was so dependent on Feng Ting, he was a little jealous.

"Xiaoyan, don't pay attention to Daddy when you see daddy. Daddy is going to be angry."

Xi Yan pretended to be jealous and surprised Feng Ting, because he had never seen a father so lovely, and the other party was still surprised by Xi Yan.

"Hello, uncle."

Xi Yan glanced at Feng Ting. His attitude was not very good, but he also responded to his politeness.

"Xiao Yan, come here. Come to daddy and hug him."

Xi Yan first looked at Feng Ting, then at Xi Yan, then pouted and shook his head.

"No, I want my brother!"

Xi Yan just said this, Xi Yan's face was a little dark immediately.

But he didn't show much displeasure, but showed a fatherly smile and said to Xi Yan, "Xiao Yan, do you like Xiao Ting so much?"

Xi Yan blurted out without a pause.

"Well, I like it!"

When Feng Ting sitting beside Xi Yan heard Xi Yan say "like", his body trembled slightly, but he soon recovered as usual.

"Xiao Ting, right?"

When Feng Ting heard Xi Yan calling himself, he politely looked at Xi Yan, nodded and said, "yes."

"I heard that my old man said he wanted you to marry Xiaoyan. Do you know that?" Xi Yan looked straight at Feng Ting with lonely and arrogant eyes. He didn't forget to cross his legs. He looked like I was the boss.

"Grandpa told me."

"Yes." Xi Yan's fingers kept beating on the leather sofa, like thinking. After a while, he said, "no matter what the old man decides, I won't agree to let Xiao Yan marry."

"I understand. With my size ten years old, the age gap is really a little far."

Although Feng Ting is only 13 years old, his mind is meticulous and doesn't look like a 13-year-old boy at all.

Especially the deep feeling hidden in his eyes.

Xi Yan knows that Feng Ting is a plastic talent, but Xi Yan is his baby daughter. He will never allow the absurd decision of marriage to control her life.

"Age is not the biggest problem, but Xiaoyan is only three years old now. When she grows up, who she likes and who she falls in love with are unpredictable. I don't like marriage to affect her happiness." Xi Yan said at this time, her soft eyes couldn't help looking at Xi Yan who was playing with the magazine, and then said, "as her father, I just want her to live a healthy and happy life."

"Uncle, I understand everything you say. After all, there is no father in the world who doesn't want his daughter to be happy."

Feng Ting turned around and looked at Xi Yan who was playing happily. The corners of his mouth also inexplicably aroused a smile.

"I regard Xiaoyan as my sister. I'm very happy to have such a lovely sister as Xiaoyan."

Xi Yan didn't answer. He sat quietly on the sofa and watched Xi Yan play.

At this time, Feng Ting stood up and nodded politely to Xi Yan.

"Uncle Xi, I still have homework. I'll go back first."

Feng Ting was about to open the door and leave, but Xi Yan cried for his brother at this time.

His heart ached at once, but he didn't dare to look back.

Because he knew clearly that his mind had become a little strange, but he couldn't let himself continue like this.

He kept telling himself in the bottom of his heart that Xi Yan was only three years old and he was thirteen. If he had different ideas about her except his sister, he was a pervert.

"Brother!"

Xi Yan's voice is very young and beautiful.

Feng Ting quickly closed his eyes and pretended not to hear. He opened the door and walked out quickly.

Xi Yan looked at Feng Ting's back, then picked up Xi Yan, who was crying, smiled and comforted: "Xiao Yan, shall we play with our brother tomorrow?"

"My brother wants to go home and do his homework. Be good, Xiaoyan."

But no matter how Xi Yan coaxed, Xi Yan just kept crying, as if she had endless sadness in her heart. If she didn't cry out her sad mood, she would be very uncomfortable.

But fortunately, her mood came and went quickly. After crying for a while, she smiled happily and hugged Xi Yan.

"Daddy, I'm hungry. Eat with me."

"Daddy asked Uncle Duro to order your favorite food for you. Xiaoyan must be full, you know?"

"I know!"

Xi Yan's face was covered with glittering and translucent tears, but the corners of his mouth were smiling like sunshine.