Quick Transmigration: Male God Please Spoil Lighter

Shu Xiaomeng resisted not telling Zhou Ye this cruel fact. She squeezed a smile and said, "Don't do this next time."

Zhou Ye raised his head suddenly, and his eyes became red again.

"Why?" he asked.

"Why can she easily get my father's likes, and no matter how hard I try, I can't get my dad's attention." Zhou Ye clenched his fists, he raised his head, trying hard not to let the tears fall.

Seeing this, Shu Xiaomeng coughed lightly and said, "It's different."

"What's the difference?" Zhou Ye asked.

"You think your father is a normal man? Normal men have their own needs, right?" Shu Xiaomeng said with one hand on his chin.

Zhou Ye nodded, and said with a serious expression: "I know."

"So, your father is affection for you, maybe love for her, it must be different." Shu Xiaomeng said.

Zhou Ye clenched his fists, pursed his lips and said, "That's not the case."

"Huh?" Shu Xiaomeng looked at Zhou Ye curiously.

"My dad only loves my mother, only her!" He suddenly became excited, "It must be that woman who has been pestering my dad!"

"Ahem, why do you think she is pestering your dad?" Shu Xiaomeng asked curiously.

Zhou Ye looked at Shu Xiaomeng and said with a natural expression: "My dad is so rich, she must be the one who pester my dad!"

"Puff" Shu Xiaomeng laughed again without holding back.

Zhou Ye glared at her fiercely and said, "What are you laughing at?"

"Laughing at you is cute." Shu Xiaomeng said with a smile.

"Boy paper can't be described as cute!" Zhou Ye said very solemnly, but with the words he said, Shu Xiaomeng couldn't help but laugh.

She nodded, echoing Zhou Ye and said, "Yes, yes, boy paper cannot be described as cute."

Zhou Ye nodded, then scratched his hair and said, "How can you tell me how can I let that woman leave my dad?"

Shu Xiaomeng was about to answer him, when he heard him say again: "How about the idea of ​​me giving her five million to let her leave my dad?"

Shu Xiaomeng suffocated a smile and said, "This idea is very good."

"Really?" Zhou Ye asked uncertainly.

Shu Xiaomeng nodded, but saw Zhou Ye shook his head and said, "No way, no, my dad is more than five million dollars, so give ten million?"

Shu Xiaomeng turned her head and told herself hard not to laugh, not to laugh.

Zhou Ye saw that Shu Xiaomeng did not answer his words, only that she had acquiesced to her own statement.

He grabbed his hair, fell on the table, and said depressed: "But, where can I get ten million for her?"

Shu Xiaomeng coughed lightly and said, "Actually, I don't think you need to worry about this issue."

"Huh? How to say?" Zhou Ye asked immediately, sitting upright.

"You can ask your dad for it." Shu Xiaomeng put his chin on his hands and looked at Zhou Ye with a smile.

Zhou Ye's eyes suddenly brightened, his left hand smashed against the spread right hand, and he grinned and said, "Good idea!"

"Why didn't I think about it? I asked my dad to give that woman 10 million to let him leave my dad, eh! That's it!"

Although he always felt that something was wrong, he couldn't think of it. In the end, Zhou Ye still thought that this was a very clever and good way.

Shu Xiaomeng: It's true. No doubt the second middle school boy.