Go crazy, who can be crazier than you? [Villainous Female Supporting Character]

Song Chuyi felt great; the stress of a day's work was instantly released, and she felt refreshed.

Oblivious to everything else and focused solely on eating, Sang Ling finished the last bite of rice in her bowl and patted her round belly contentedly.

"Hiccup~"

I'm full, it's time to go find Jiaojiao and go to sleep.

As Sang Ling climbed out the window to leave, her phone on the table suddenly rang, as if a message had arrived.

Sang Ling had no choice but to go back, pick up her phone, open the unread messages, and glance at them; they were just gibberish.

What the hell? Spam text message. Blocked.

After blocking her, Sang Ling had just put her phone down when it rang again, and another text message popped up in the window.

You blocked me?!

Sang Ling frowned, picked up her phone, and blocked the number again.

Spam ads are taking up my memory.

The person on the other end got furious when they saw that the message could not be sent again, so they switched to another account and typed furiously.

[You're having diarrhea again? Go ahead and try again if you dare.]

I'm pulling~

"No, grandma, stop! There are no more numbers left!" The person on the other end of the line was on the verge of tears.

Just as Sang Ling was about to block him again, another unread message popped up.

It's me, Gu Wang.

The familiar name stopped Sang Ling from her horrific act of blocking him.

【What's up? 】

Seeing that Sang Ling had finally replied, Gu Wang, who was holding her phone, was almost moved to tears. Afraid that her aunt would get impatient again, she quickly got down to business.

[Someone illegally entered vegetable patch #2; cilantro is missing.]

Sang Ling looked at the message sent by the other party, her eyes narrowed slightly, and a layer of gloom covered her soft face.

It immediately returned to normal.

Then, without hesitation, he turned off his phone, threw it on the bed, and climbed out the window without looking back.

Nothing is more important than going to sleep with Jiaojiao.

Sang Ling nimbly climbed into Fu Zhirang's bedroom, only to find that no one was home today.

He rummaged through the bathroom and then looked under the bed.

Ah, right, this solid wood bed doesn't have a bed frame.

Unable to find Jiao, Sang Ling pushed open the door and went out. She saw the study with the light on on the other side, walked over and pushed open the door.

Sure enough, they found the missing Fu Jiaojiao inside. She was sitting behind her desk in her home clothes, her dark, tousled hair covering her forehead, giving her a youthful appearance.

His handsome face was expressionless, and he wore a Bluetooth earphone in his right ear, exuding an air of languid ease.

Upon seeing Fu Zhirang, Sang Ling's eyes lit up, and she ran over to him in her little yellow duck slippers.

As soon as the little girl appeared, Fu Zhirang noticed her. From the moment she appeared to the moment she pounced on him, only a few seconds had passed.

Fu Zhirang looked away from the computer, turned his office chair around, and opened his arms to catch the incoming projectile.

The small cannonball was surprisingly powerful, as it slid him and the chair backward a short distance.

The two hugged each other and rushed out of the camera's range.

Those on the other end of the video only felt a blur before their eyes, and then their leader disappeared from the video.

Although they couldn't see people, they could still hear sounds.

"Aren't you sleeping yet?"

The little girl's sweet and soft voice slowly entered my ears.

At this moment, everyone reached a consensus.

Their boss has a woman by his side.

Everyone stared wide-eyed at each other, but no one spoke, silently eavesdropping on the conversation between the two.

"Okay, there's still a little while. If you're sleepy, you can go to sleep first," Fu Zhirang said softly, holding the little girl in his arms.

Sang Ling seemed dissatisfied with the answer, frowning, "Very busy?"

“A little,” Fu Zhirang replied in a hoarse voice.

The little girl in his arms pouted unhappily, whimpering and rubbing against his waist, relentlessly trying to win him over.

"Can't you sleep with me?"

What kind of bed is it if it's not Jiaojiao's?

"Sweetie, you go to sleep first, I'll be back soon." Fu Zhirang's eyes flashed with helplessness, his clear and cold voice didn't fluctuate much, but you could still hear a gentle and coaxing tone in it.

Everyone who heard this got goosebumps all over.

Their boss not only has a woman, but he also sleeps with her.

It's absolutely amazing, absolutely incredible!

As a result, everyone held their breath and looked at each other again, as if they had exchanged hundreds of words in just a few seconds.

There was someone seemingly in a tree. In the dark video, you could vaguely see the dense foliage behind him. He had been squatting motionless in the tree, but now he silently found a branch with a better signal and squatted down.

Sang Ling doesn't have much patience. In the past, she only had more patience for Mei Ren and Fu Gui, since she had to take responsibility for them once she started raising them.

Now there's another one, Fu Jiaojiao.

Sang Ling patiently tried to coax him again, but was rejected once more. She glared at him with a stern face and threatened fiercely, "Are you going to sleep or not?"

The clenched fist was already itching to strike.

Sang Ling's irritability was within Fu Zhirang's expectations.

The little girl might have some patience, but not much.

It's already quite good that he refrained from hitting him.

Left with no other option, Fu Zhirang turned off the video call, picked up the little girl in his arms, and went straight back to the bedroom.

He put the person on the bed, and then climbed on top of them himself.

Seeing her staring at him with wide eyes, Fu Zhirang casually turned off the light, lay down, pulled her into his arms, and spoke in a neither too loud nor too soft tone.

"Aren't you going to sleep?"

Seeing that Fu Jiaojiao was so obedient, Sang Ling finally closed her eyes in satisfaction.

A sliver of bright moonlight shone on the floor in the darkness, and the two slept in each other's arms on the spacious bed.

Here, life is peaceful and serene; over there, everyone is completely bewildered.

Fu Zhirang's sudden departure from the game left many people stunned.

Their highly self-disciplined boss actually hung up the meeting halfway through because of a woman.

Umberto Riviera kiss~

Until Zhou Bei stepped in.

"Let's all disperse."

Zhou Bei, who had seen through everything, sneered. "You're already shocked? This is nothing."

He's seen things that are even worse.

The next morning, Sang Ling was woken up by Fu Jiaojiao, who was also awake. She was coaxed and hugged and ate breakfast in a daze.

Then she was carried back to bed to continue her nap. When she woke up, it was already late morning. Seeing that Jiaojiao was not at home, she slowly got up, yawning, and went back to the Sang family home.

He ran into Wang Ma, who was returning from grocery shopping, and lazily greeted her.

Seeing her, Wang Ma was already used to it, and even added her own breakfast to Meiren and Fugui's bowls.

When Sang Ling entered, Sang Rou was coming downstairs, wearing a pretty dress, light makeup, carrying a small handbag, and smiling broadly.

Upon seeing Sang Ling at the door, the smile on his face visibly vanished.

"Where did you go so early in the morning instead of your room?" Sang Rou asked, displeased.

She had originally planned to show off the bag her mother had bought for her to Sang Ling, but when she knocked on the door, she found that no one was inside.

She was disappointed for a while after failing to show off.

"Exercise." Sang Ling glanced at her indifferently and spoke casually.

Yes, using a VPN can also be a form of exercise.

Sang Rou was truly astonished to find that Sang Ling was so self-disciplined that she went out to exercise so early in the morning.

And they felt a sense of crisis.

How did she know her father liked to exercise?

She actually wanted to build a relationship with her father through exercise; damn it, why didn't she think of that before?

It's just exercising, it's not like anyone can't do that.

Sang Rou, having made up her mind, secretly resolved that she would follow her father's training regimen.

We must not give Sang Ling any opportunity to take advantage of our weakness.

However, not long after, Sang Rou stood in the Sanda training ground, staring blankly at her father, who was fiercely fighting with his coach on the stage.

Tears of regret fell.

Dad, you didn't mention that your method of exercising is Sanda (Chinese kickboxing).