Chapter 50 Go find my little man

When the pretty rich woman saw the message sent by her best friend's son, her cheeks turned red instantly, and the feeling of shame flickered in her heart like a candle flame, and she wished she could find a crack in the ground to crawl into.

You little pervert! You are a nerd, but you are just a scoundrel!
Facing Xiao Cheng's slightly teasing words, Zheng Yanru was not angry with him. Instead, it was like a key that opened the strongest shackles in her heart, followed by endless loneliness and shyness.

But then again.
I seem to like him quite a bit. The way he is, that mean and naughty look, makes me unable to extricate myself.

The rich woman bit her lip, picked up her phone, quickly edited the content, and then sent it out without hesitation.

Zheng Yanru: You little rascal, what nonsense are you talking about!

Zheng Yanru: Don’t say these nonsense anymore, otherwise don’t blame me for being rude to you!
At the end, he also sent a fierce expression.

The rich woman tightly grasped her cell phone, her eyes involuntarily looking towards the bedroom, and then she couldn't help but glance at her best friend's room. Suddenly, a complex emotion ran through her whole body. It was difficult to describe the feeling in words. In short, she was nervous, scared, and ashamed, but at the same time, there was a hint of excitement.

This is different from the feeling of being alone at home. At the house of a best friend who is as close as a sister, I secretly chat with my best friend's son about big butts and thin waists behind my best friend's back. This sneaky and tense feeling is really addictive. I just feel particularly sorry for my best friend.

Just as the pretty rich woman was daydreaming, the door of the little scoundrel suddenly opened, and Yu Xiaocheng walked out of the bedroom. The two looked at each other in the silent living room. Compared to someone's heartlessness, the pretty rich woman turned her head slightly and dared not look into his eyes again.

Yo yo yo.
The rich woman was actually shy. It was obviously you who started it. I was just answering truthfully.

After spending the past few days together, Yu Xiaocheng has somewhat seen through the woman in front of him. Her so-called coldness is just a disguise for her burning loneliness in her heart. No wonder Aunt Song Qinqin said that a small body like yours can't handle it. When you think about it carefully, it is indeed true.

Of course,
Women's hearts are as unfathomable as the sea. Sometimes you think you understand women, but in fact you have only understood part of them. There is still a large part that you don't understand, so you still need to be cautious. It's never wrong to be careful.

"Where's my mother?"

Yu Xiaocheng came out of the kitchen, biting into a sweet and crispy Fuji apple, and asked softly, "Why is it gone?"

"She's in the bedroom."

The rich woman still tilted her head and didn't look him in the eyes.

"Would you like an apple?"

Yu Xiaocheng sat next to the rich woman and asked casually.

Zheng Yanru frowned and glanced at him secretly from the corner of her eyes. Looking at this calm-looking little rascal, she was very confused. I was almost dying of embarrassment about what happened just now, but how come he acted like nothing happened and even asked me if I wanted to eat an apple.

Oh, that’s right!

What is there to be ashamed of, you little rascal?

Zheng Yanru curled her lips and murmured, "Why are you so rude all of a sudden?"

"You asked"

"I answered truthfully."

"If you want to be a hooligan, you should be the first one to be a hooligan. I will just follow you and be a hooligan." Yu Xiaocheng shrugged and answered seriously.

"I"

"I"

The pretty rich woman was speechless and tried her best to refute something, but she didn't know where to start. In a hurry, she stood up suddenly and stepped hard on the instep of the little rascal. In an instant, the pain that was no less than hitting the toe swept through the body, and Yu Xiaocheng couldn't help but gasp.

"Humph!"

"It hurts you so much!"

Zheng Yanru looked at the little scoundrel's grinning face. Although she felt a little distressed, she felt more of a sense of relief.

Just at this moment, Chu Fang came out of the bedroom holding her pajamas and said to her bestie, "Xiao Ru, I found your pajamas. Go take a shower first."

The rich woman took the pajamas brought by her best friend and walked into the bathroom silently, leaving the mother and son still in the living room.

"What are you doing here?" Chu Fang looked at her son and asked unhappily.

"Eat the apple."

Yu Xiaocheng bit his lipstick Fuji and answered incoherently.

"Go back to your room and eat."

"Don't hang around in front of me. I get upset when I see you." Chu Fang rolled her eyes and said angrily.

After all, she is his biological mother, and that is why she is so fierce. Yu Xiaocheng has long been accustomed to it. In fact, he admires his mother very much. Just think about it, during those most difficult days, she was able to survive, which proves how great maternal love is.

Night, quiet.

At this time, Yu Xiaocheng was sitting in front of the computer working, designing a systematic method to solve the imperfect source problem in quantum communication.

For him, passing the doctoral re-examination is a must. Once passed, he will have to race against time, because in this field, there are thousands of research teams. The way to stand out in the fierce competition is naturally to produce beautiful articles to conquer all peers.

Counting and counting
The thoughts in my brain were suddenly disconnected from scientific research, and what came to my mind was the plump body of a pretty, mature and wealthy woman. Especially after hugging her at night, it aroused endless fantasies.

"calm!"

"You need to calm down!"

Yu Xiaocheng patted his cheeks, trying to force himself to wake up, but those thoughts would not go away, as if they were branded in his mind.

Ugh.
Don’t blame me for not being a human being, blame my aunt for being too charming.

Yu Xiaocheng slumped in the chair, looking up at the ceiling, feeling helpless and distressed. Although they were all heading for the pinnacle of life, his own path was so different. Others used their talents and courage to create their own future, but he was clinging to the thighs of a rich woman, and the key was that he was a little greedy for her body.
at this time,

The phone beside me vibrated. I picked it up and saw that it was a message from the pretty rich lady.

Zheng Yanru: Is the little rascal asleep?

Yu Xiaocheng: Not yet.

Zheng Yanru: Your mother is asleep, but I can't sleep. Can you come to your room and sit for a while? Can you chat with me?
Yu Xiaocheng: The door is not locked, come in.

In the next room, after seeing the little rascal's reply, Zheng Yanru carefully sat up. When her feet landed on the edge of the bed, she couldn't help but look back at her best friend beside her.

The rich woman bit her lips tightly and clenched the corner of her pajamas with both hands. The shame deep in her heart made her unable to face her best friend, and every breath she took seemed to be swallowing her own shame.

Hesitated for a long time
The rich woman gently pushed her best friend and said cautiously, "Sister, I'm going to find my little man."

"Uh"

"Um"

Chu Fang: zzzZ
Although the best friend did not wake up and it was just her subconscious response, in the eyes of the rich woman, it was a golden ticket to immunity from death.

After the rich woman quietly got out of bed, she tiptoed out of her best friend's bedroom, came to the second bedroom next door, raised her hand and gently knocked on the door.

"Open the door. It's me."

(End of this chapter)