After saying that, the little demon turned over and pillowed on Zhang Yunfei's arm, and said, "Dad, my biggest wish in my life is to earn a lot of money, buy a big house, and take care of a few maids. Hehe, Yishui is beautiful and Yishui is good, and then serve you, grandpa and second grandpa. By the way, with Congbai and second uncle, the whole family will live happily together. Leave everything outside to me, and you can be happy, how great!"

Zhang Yunfei looked at the little demon's tender and serious face, turned his face and secretly wiped away his tears.

"My devil, Dad, I'm sorry for you, Dad is incompetent, you said I'm really cowardly in this life..."

"Come on!" The little demon turned his face, hugged Zhang Yunfei's neck, and smiled and said, "Dad, you are really amazing in this life! If you can create a son like me, there are few men in this world who are lucky! Isn't it?"

"Yes, yes!" Zhang Yunfei burst into tears and nodded vigorously: "That's necessary!"

"Hehe!" The little demon lay on Zhang Yunfei's arm and looked at the stars. The father and son were silent for a moment, and they were just staring at the stars in the sky, quietly facing the big moon.

"Dad, being your son in this life is my greatest happiness!" After a long time, the little demon hummed comfortably.

"The most proudest thing in my life is to have a bastard like you."

"Dad, is my mother beautiful?"

"Beautiful! That's the beauty of Yishui!"

"Is it good in shape?"

"Okay! That's the front and the back, and everyone's eyes are straightforward!"

"Does my mother like me?"

"Um!"

"I like my mother very much, too."

"Um."

"I miss my mother!"

"Um……"

"You said my mother is so beautiful and has such a good figure, why did she fall in love with you? It's such a flower that is stuck in cow dung."

"Um……"

"Dad, I heard you like men."

"Um……"

The little demon turned over and looked back at his father, and he fell asleep.

Turning around, sitting in front of my father, then looking at my father carefully. The little demon suddenly realized that my father was really old.

I remember when I was a child, on the last day of each month, I stood at the door of the Taoist temple early, waiting for a long time. From morning to noon, from noon to dusk, I finally saw my dusty father walking over with my favorite roast duck with a smile. At that time, my father, with black hair and straight waist, walked over to put himself around his neck, and entered the Taoist temple, and I rode on my father's neck and ate with oil.

But now, my father is really old. His hair is white, his face turns into a bun, full of folds, and his waist is bent. He is only in his early forties and looks like he is sixty. Not to mention riding his father's neck, I'm afraid my father can't even hug him now.
Chapter completed!