Former Cannon Fodder's Self-help Manual

As the sun sets, the sunset glows brilliantly, and the sky is stained with fiery red.

Jian Yixian sent someone to pick up Jian Ming this time, and went straight back to his old house for a family dinner.

He fell ashamed in the camp today, and finally ended the day of climbing and beating. He came out of the camp. Before he could breathe two breaths of the fresh air outside the camp, the five big and three rough drivers in the old house stood in front of him.

The driver was more than two meters high and stood there as a little chicken. He lowered his head and said, "Jian Shao, the family master told us to pick you up."

The second monk Jian Ming couldn't figure it out. He didn't know what was going on at home, so he was so excited, he had to arrange for someone to pick him up.

The driver picked up the concise bag, with his mobile phone still in it, and was stuffed into the trunk by the driver before he could take it out.

The faint roar of the engine sounded, and the black business car left.

Jian Ming’s agent waited at the entrance of the camp early in the morning. Jian Ming waited for a few entertainers who participated in the variety show to stay in the barracks with Brother Bing. There were many rules and strict guards. Li Qiang could not get in, so he could only wait outside.

He squatted on the ground, smoking cigarettes one by one, and piled up a pile of cigarette butts on the ground.

He estimated that the time was almost up, extinguished the cigarette butt on his finger, stood up, stomped his feet, got dressed, and walked to the entrance of the camp.

The person in charge of the crew standing at the door said: "Concise, he went back, as if a car came to pick him up."

Li Qiang quickly took out his mobile phone and called him. After five or six consecutive calls, no one answered, only the colorful ringtones rang one after another.

Li Qiang looked gloomy, turned around abruptly, and slammed the phone severely.

Seeing the person next to him staring at him with a strange expression, Li Qiang hurriedly left here.

After the concise and dusty servants arrived home, the old house was full of joy. From the old housekeeper to the maid, to the gardener driver, he walked briskly, with a bright smile on his face.

Concisely wondering if his damn career will take a step forward and become the world's richest man?

When he entered the living room, he was about to congratulate his mother, when he saw his mother pinching his ex-girlfriend's chin and looking to the right, and finally chewed his ex-girlfriend's lower lip.

"Mom! What are you doing!" In Jian Ming's heart, ten thousand grass and mud horses rushed past, whether he didn't wake up or the world had changed.

Jian Yixian raised his head and saw Jian Ming standing in the doorway backlit with an incredible face.

She beckoned: "You just came, come and see your stepmother."

"Stepmother?" Jian Ming couldn't believe her ears.

"Hey, smash it," Xia Changhan responded cheerfully.

"I didn't fucking call you," Jian Ming was upset and kicked the sofa hard.

Jian Yixian's face was sinking: "How did you talk to your mother."

Concisely opened his mouth and couldn't make a sound. The scene in front of him strongly impacted his reason. He felt that he was stunned in place like a fool at the moment, unable to even say a word.

Seeing that he was wise, Xia Changhan felt that he might not be stimulating enough, so he stood on tiptoe and kissed Jian Yixian, deliberately clutching Jian Yixian's skirt and acting like a baby: "My dear, my son doesn't seem to accept me very well~"

Xia Changhan rarely took the initiative, Jian Yixian enjoyed it, grabbed Xia Changhan's delicate wrist, printed a kiss on it, and said, "Concise?"

Jian Ming was about to collapse, but Jian Yixian's tone was slightly threatening. He didn't dare to resist. He gritted his teeth to do psychological construction for himself. She is not my ex-girlfriend, she is my stepmother, she is not my ex-girlfriend. , She is my stepmother, she is not my ex-girlfriend, she is my stepmother, after three silent chants in his heart, he looked at Xia Changhan, and he still couldn't say a word to his mother. Fuck the stepmother, this is obviously my ex-girlfriend , I was framed in every way, and finally hooked up with my mother's ex-girlfriend.

Jian Ming's current mood is indescribable, he never dreamed that Xia Changhan's way of revenge against him turned out to be his stepmother.

He said with difficulty: "Mom, I may need some time to cushion."

How could Xia Changhan let him go? She twisted her lower back, tears burst into her eyes, and she wanted to fall in her eyes: "My dear, is my son unacceptable?"

Jian Yixian gave a concise look with a warning look.

The concise posterior molars are almost crumbling, fucking dear, fucking unacceptable, why didn't he find out before, Xia Changhan can act like this.