It's too much fun, I'm pregnant by pretending to be a man

Bo Ye greeted the people at the base, but she also brought back Feng Ting.

"Your instructor won't write it for him." Bo Ye thought You Li was talking about Xiao Ke.

"I also brought your son's apprentice back." Youli wanted to laugh out loud, but he kept holding back.

After hearing what You Li said, Bo Ye didn't react for a moment.

Later I realized that his son's apprentice was Feng Ting, his cousin.

Thinking of Feng Ting when he was a child, Bo Ye added, "Feng Ting has never liked studying since he was a child, and he doesn't want to write."

"Oh, that's because he hasn't met your son. You have to believe your son's deceiving words."

Youlian said calmly, "Bo Ye has decided to host this hundred-table banquet."

Bo Ye couldn't refute You Li's words. His son's mouth was really powerful.

"Feng Ting is not stupid either. He wouldn't want to hold a banquet to recruit disciples. It would be too embarrassing for him."

He thought this was very funny, not to mention Feng Ting, who was the person involved.

Youli smiled, "Do you think your son is stupid? How could he tell Feng Ting that there is a banquet for accepting disciples."

Bo Ye had nothing to say. His son was very deceitful.

When Youli called Bo Ye husband and talked about his son, he kept looking at Little Pearl.

She saw a slight frown on his face, hehe, let's think about it!

At this time, in the little ancestor's room, Feng Ting looked at the pinyin book in front of him, stood up and was about to leave.

The little ancestor held down his wrist to prevent him from moving.

"I won't say anything else. Once you are a teacher, you will always be a father."

After hearing what the little ancestor said, Feng Ting's face turned even darker.

Why was he so obsessed that day? He listened to this kid's trick and became his disciple.

He obviously didn't drink at all that day, nor was he drunk, but he did stupid things.

The little ancestor added, "Master, I don't care if I'm in trouble, but I will be struck by lightning."

Feng Ting felt that he should say something, for example, he simply didn't believe in being struck by lightning.

However, he knew that he couldn't say it, because if he did, he would be retaliated mercilessly.

He didn't want to humiliate himself, and he admitted that he couldn't defeat the kid in front of him.

He is just as bad as his mother.

"Let me tell you, I haven't found anyone else. You are my apprentice. Our feelings are different, do you understand?"

The prince who came out of the bottle just happened to hear what the little ancestor said.

He curled his lips and found no one. He had searched all the people in the base, but no one helped him write.

After all, dad has already said hello, who dares to write it for him.

When my brother was about to cry when he was about to cry, the disciple in his mouth came.

Who would have thought of this!

But his apprentice doesn't seem to be easy to deceive, so he probably won't be fooled.

"Except for my parents, you are the person I love the most. If I want to run away from home, I will only have that kind of relationship with you. Do you understand?"

The little ancestor was brainwashing Feng Ting while frantically writing Pinyin.

Man, if you don’t make steamed buns to win reputation, his dad thought that a hundred pages would make him flinch.

He doesn't want to, he wants him to see what the stubbornness of a little man is.

Although he knew that there was no truth in this kid's mouth, Feng Ting was still touched.

Not one or two sentences, but every word, pierced his heart.

He thought he had lost his mind a long time ago, but this was a three-year-old or three-and-a-half-year-old child.

Time and time again, she said irrelevant words, but she healed him time and time again.

When he saw Feng Ting pick up the pen and start writing pinyin, the prince gave his little ancestor a thumbs up.

His apprentice actually wrote it!

The little ancestor raised his eyebrows slightly, feeling very proud. This action was exactly the same as his own mother's.

Feng Ting is an adult after all. For him, he can write a page in two minutes using simple pinyin.

The whooshing speed made the little ancestor so happy that he wanted to take off.

A banquet of a hundred tables, a banquet of a hundred tables, a banquet of a hundred tables...

He wants the old man to know that he can never fuck the little man!

Because Feng Ting wrote too fast, when You Li and Bo Ye came, they had already written ninety-two pages.

Seeing the rapid writing speed of his apprentice, the little ancestor's eyes were so bright that they almost glowed.

He kept singing happily, "Ho ho ho, eight pages, eight pages..."

Watching the apprentice finish writing another page and changing the lyrics, "Ho ho ho, seven pages, seven pages..."

You Li bumped Bo Ye's hip bone, "There are still seven pages left, do you want me to go over and make some trouble?"

You Li just said this, she would not do such a thing to ruin the relationship between mother and son.

It is his son's ability to make Feng Ting sit here and write Pinyin willingly.

"No, it's not like a father can't afford to lose. Let alone a hundred-table banquet, even a thousand-table banquet. If he does it, you have to organize it for him."

Although he was a first-time father and had little experience, he still knew that he could not cheat on his promises to his children.

Parents and children are equal and must trust each other.

"Good dad!" You Li liked this about Bo Ye, he could tell the truth and clarify right from wrong.

Bo Ye's throat bones slid slightly, and he was a little embarrassed to be praised by You Li.

During those two years in Haidao, I had always felt guilty for what I owed You Li and the children.

Therefore, he felt that he was not worthy of the word "good father".

You Li smiled mischievously, "When those seven pages are finished, let's look at my cousin's play. Oh, no, it's six pages now."

Feng Ting is absolutely right, mother and son are the same, full of bad intentions.

Bo Ye knew that after arranging for Little Pearl, You Li had to come here just to watch the fun.

After a long day of hard work, she was not tired.

Feng Ting knew Bo Ye and You Li were coming, but he didn't look up and pretended not to see them.

One is because it is embarrassing to write Pinyin, and the other is that he doesn't want to call her Cousin.

Because of these two points, Feng Ting wrote faster.

He finished five pages, and the little ancestor finished one page, which was exactly one hundred pages.

"Ho ho ho, a hundred pages, a hundred pages, a hundred pages, a hundred tables of banquets, a hundred tables of banquets, a hundred tables of banquets!"

The little ancestor shouted so happily that his voice broke.

Youli's ears were itchy hearing the sound of the little ancestor's splitting.

When he heard about the banquet of a hundred tables, the pen in Feng Ting's hand fell on the table.

He turned to look at You Li. She told him about the apprenticeship banquet...

You Li suppressed his laughter and shrugged, but after shrugging, he couldn't suppress his laughter anymore and laughed out loud.

"Dad, I've finished writing a hundred pages. Man, keep your word!" Little Ancestor pointed at Bo Ye and said domineeringly.

Bo Ye nodded, "Well, I'll organize a hundred-table apprenticeship banquet for you!"

"Cousin, you have to make the decision for me..."