Little President ABO

The weather is getting warmer, the sun shines in the afternoon in late spring, and in the evening, the temperature of the iron factory building is a bit high.

The old ghost woke up from the bed thirsty and hungover. He got up crookedly looking for water to drink. He had just walked two steps when he was tripped by a person lying on the sole of his feet and almost fell.He turned around and cursed, grabbed the bottle at hand and poured a bottle of cold water, gradually regained consciousness, regained some strength in his hands and feet, walked over and kicked the person on the dirty carpet twice.

"Get up, how fucking long are you going to stay here?"

"I'm talking to you, do you hear me?"

The people on the ground didn't respond as if they were dead. The old ghost was a little annoyed and kicked again.

"You're fucking stinky, get up and take a shower, then roll as far as you can, don't fucking stay here with me if you die."

Cheng Fan probably hurt from being kicked. This time he reacted a little, twisted on the ground twice, but he still didn't get up. Instead, he took out a stack of banknotes from his stomach curled up on his side and threw them on the old ghost's calf.

His voice was hoarse and weak as if he had been stabbed by a fire stick, and he said, "Let me sleep a little longer."

The old ghost bent down to pick up the money and threw it into the drawer, cursed and stepped over him and went downstairs.

Cheng Hui tightly wrapped a hand-woven blanket with some peeling wool. If I remembered correctly, it was taken away by the old ghost from him when he was dealing with the houses and objects in the lower city.He buried his head in the ragged blanket that smelled like smoke, curled up in his original position, but couldn't fall asleep.

In fact, he woke up early and didn't sleep very well during this time. He could only fall asleep for four or five hours when he was [-]% to [-]% drunk.He woke up but didn't want to get up, as if once he got up, he had to face Jiang Sulu and the child he said belonged to them.

Cheng Hui didn't know what to do. He was unprepared. To be precise, he had never been so prepared.How can a person like him raise a child and be a father.He achieves nothing, his hands are empty, his morals are low, and his conduct is corrupt. How can he make his children grow up happily and avoid the tragedy of the next generation.Obviously he has self-knowledge, he doesn't want to take on such a responsibility, and he can't take it.But Jiang Sulu deceived him, the Omega who did not hesitate to set him up in order to achieve his goal.I trusted him again and again, and was deceived by him again and again, Cheng Fan hated Jiang Sulv to death.

As the night fell and the lights came up, the old ghost bar was crowded and lively as usual, the hot air was mixed with the smell of alcohol, cigarettes and pheromones, and the smell of corruption and corruption was addictive.

Contrary to the sluggishness during the day, the old ghost became excited after two glasses of alcohol, and sat at the bar to make all kinds of liquids for the guests to make them forget their worries and relieve their hatred.At this moment, it seems that he should not be called a "ghost", but a "god", a "god" who sells cheap happiness to everyone.

Cheng Fan came down the wrought iron stairs, and the thin stairs creaked.He went straight to the bar, pushed away the glass of wine in his seat, sat in his usual seat, and ordered a bottle of beer.

After a piece of music ended, the little bastard who had finished his high on the dance floor came back and saw that his place had been taken by someone. He immediately became angry and cursed loudly: "Are you fucking blind? No?" See someone here? Hurry up and get out."

Cheng Fan lowered his head and slumped down his drink. Not long after, there were four or five empty beer bottles piled up next to him.

"You can't understand human speech, do you?" The little gangster felt that he shouldn't be ignored so much, and immediately became furious, reaching out to grab Cheng Hui's clothes.

He grabbed Cheng Fan by the collar indifferently, and continued to drink from the bottle.

"You fucking..." The little gangster raised his fist with his other hand.

To say that an Alpha of his level is generally not provoked by anyone, but he is too decadent now, not only can others not feel his sense of oppression, but at first glance he looks like a rotten alcoholic, crooked outside the old ghost bar Actually, one punch can kill eight of them.

Just when the fist was about to fall, the old ghost grabbed the man's wrist, and with the other hand, he stuffed a glass of wine he had just mixed into the gangster's fist.

"Calm down, his father just died, and he's still a fool. Give me some face and don't worry about it."

Now that the old ghost came forward, the little gangster really wanted to show some face, holding the glass of free wine with spices, he cursed and moved to the side.

Cheng Fan raised his eyes and glanced at the old ghost, he was so drunk that he showed too much white of his eyes.He licked his lips, and it took more than ten seconds before he replied, "Your father just died."

"My dad died not long ago." The old ghost said indifferently, took a glass from the cup holder, filled it with several kinds of wine and other things, and pushed it in front of Cheng Hui, "But I'm not like you This look of death. Tell me, what's wrong with you?"

"Never mind your business." Cheng Fan pushed the wine back to him, drank the beer bottle upside down, then waved to the bartender, gestured three fingers, and the bartender immediately brought him three more bottles of beer.

"If you die here, isn't it none of my business?"

Cheng Fan pried open the bottle cap, and the old ghost snatched it over, pushed the mixed wine to him again, and said quietly: "It's useless for you to drink beer like this, for the sake of the money you gave, only I can let you drink beer." You forget."

Cheng Hui lowered his head and stared at the glass of blue liquid for a while, "Will I die if I drink it?"

"will not."

"That's useless." Cheng Fan opened another bottle of beer.

The old ghost dragged a stool behind the bar and sat down, touched the beer he had just snatched from Cheng Fan with his bottle, looking very interested.

"What happened to you, tell me, and it will make me happy."

The old ghost was indeed very curious. About a month ago, Cheng Hui suddenly appeared in his shop in a daze. He didn't say anything, just drank and slept in the shop when he was drunk.When most people get drunk, the old ghost will throw them out. After all, Cheng Hui is his old acquaintance, so he stays here overnight.Unexpectedly, it has been almost a month since this night.The old ghost also drove people away, and Cheng Hui didn't say anything else every time, just threw him a handful of money, as if he had nowhere to go.And it was this that made people curious, how could Cheng Hui have no place to go when he had so many good friends in the upper and lower towns.

Cheng Hui really held back for too long and had nowhere to tell. Under the catalysis of alcohol and the old ghost's questioning, he finally spoke out.

"I have a baby."

"Pfft...cough..."

The old ghost took a sip of beer, and after he wiped off the water stains on his face, he reconfirmed in disbelief: "You have a child? Your child? Are you sure it's yours?"

"The child's mother said it was mine." Cheng Fan tightened his fingers holding the wine bottle, "I also feel that the child...is mine."

Those days and nights together, accompanied by a layer of belly, the sweet and greasy fragrance he smelled from Jiang Sulu's body, the sense of stability conveyed by that smell, and the pill that he did not see Jiang Sulu swallow with his own eyes. , Cheng Boshan's indifference to Jiang Sulu and the child, and creating so much time for him to accompany the mother and child... As long as you use your brain a little bit, and even trust your intuition, Cheng Hui should have discovered that the child is his. up.

"Do you want it? I mean that kid." The old ghost put down the wine bottle in his hand, stared at Cheng Hui, and suddenly became serious.He understands, he understands the reason why Cheng Hui is hiding in this place, and he feels the pressure and worry with empathy, "It's really not possible, let's go and persuade the mother of the child to beat it, if it's still young, it's just a lump of meat, It’s like losing a piece of flesh like a fingernail on your arm, it’s just a little painful, and the flesh itself doesn’t feel anything.”

"The baby has been born." Cheng Fan held the wine bottle in both hands, stared at his fingers, and said mechanically.

"!"

"...so you ran here and hid?"

He raised his eyes and frowned deeply: "Then what do you say I should do? Start being a father to the child?"

"Then why didn't you think of a way when you were pregnant, why don't you talk about it now."

"His mother didn't tell me. I didn't know until the moment he was born." After speaking, Cheng Fan stuffed the bottle into his mouth, raised his neck, and gulped it down.

Hearing this, the old ghost breathed a sigh of relief and shrugged his shoulders: "Then it's none of your business."

The wine was half full, Cheng Fan suddenly stopped and looked at him suspiciously when he heard what the old ghost said.He wanted to know how it was none of his business, he wanted to know how to solve this unsolvable problem.

"Since the child's mother only told you at the moment of birth, then he must have made a plan for the child to be born and raise the child alone. Otherwise, who would not think about discussing this kind of thing with the child's own father first, He knew that after discussing with you, you would only say one result, so he kept hiding it until the child was born. That's what he wanted for the child, so naturally it's none of your business. "

Hearing this enlightenment, Cheng Hui frowned even deeper.

"What do you mean?"

"What I mean is that you don't have to have any pressure or responsibility at all. Since the child's mother deliberately concealed it, he might have stolen your sperm on purpose. Which little goblin is so scheming, even a person like you It's all covered." The old ghost laughed.

Cheng Fan couldn't laugh at all: "But their mother and son..."

"What's the matter, you still want to go back and be a husband and father to others?"

Cheng Fan didn't speak, he didn't know anything.He didn't know whether he liked that child or not, how much he liked Jiang Sulu, and whether he was willing to put a collar around his neck and hand the chain to him.

"Don't be kidding. I have seen too many people like you. You are not suitable for family life. The child's mother is from Shangcheng. There are so many welfare subsidies for children in Shangcheng. You don't have to worry about their lives at all, do you? I'm really sorry, you are quite rich, you can give me money."

He wasn't worried about the lives of Jiang Sulu and his children, but there was always something in his heart that he couldn't let go of.

"Emotionally, it will be very hard for him to raise the child alone, and the child has never had a father." Cheng Hui thought, no father or a very bad father, which is better.

The old ghost laughed: "When did you start thinking about these things? I guess you haven't marked that O, so that won't prevent him from finding other Alphas who are willing to accept a child, and the child will naturally be born." Father. A father who likes a child is better than a father who hides when he is born, isn't he?"

"That's not his biological father." Cheng Fan tightly squeezed the wine bottle, making his knuckles turn white, and even his lips turned pale.

"Children don't care so much. Whoever treats him well is his father. When you were young, you still wanted my father to be your father. Do you remember?"

With a "click", the glass wine bottle in Cheng Hui's hand was crushed unexpectedly, and the old ghost gasped in shock, "You...your hand..."

Like a stream of blood winding down his wrist, Cheng Fan felt no pain. He opened his hand, pulled out a piece of glass stuck in the middle of his palm, pressed a ball of paper on it casually, stood up, and squeezed through. The crowd walked out of the bar.

Jiashen, Zhang Shaohua, Xie Changfei, Cheng Boshan...Compared to having one more child, Cheng Fan suddenly found that he couldn't accept that Jiang Sulu was marked by another Alpha one day, and the child called another Alpha's father.As long as he thinks of the scene described by the old ghost just now, a happy family of three, but has nothing to do with him, he will feel so uncomfortable that he will go crazy.

He finally knew that he was far less selfless and open-minded than he imagined. Even if he was with someone like him, Jiang Sulu and the children would not be happy, and he would not be able to hand them over to others.

The old ghost raised his eyebrows as he watched Cheng Hui rushing through the crowd, a stone fell to the bottom of his heart, and finally sent the plague god away.