Former Cannon Fodder’s Self-help Manual - Chapter 33

As the sun sets, the glow of the sunset burns brightly, and the sky is dyed a fiery red color.

Jian Yixian specially sent someone to pick up Jianming this time, and went straight back to the old house to attend the family banquet.

He fell down in the camp today, and finally finished a day of climbing and beating. When he came out of the camp, before he could take a breath of fresh air outside the camp, the driver in the old house was standing in front of him.

The driver was more than two meters tall, standing there against Jian Jian who looked like a little chick, he lowered his head and said, “Master Jian, the master ordered us to take you back.”

Monk Zhang Er was puzzled, he didn’t know what happened to his family, and he had to arrange someone to pick him up so much.

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

The faint roar of the engine sounded, and the black commercial vehicle drove away.

Jian Ming’s manager waited at the gate of the camp early in the morning. Jian Ming waited for several artists who participated in variety shows to stay in the barracks with Brother Bing. There were many rules and strict security here. Li Qiang couldn’t get in, so he could only wait outside.

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

Guessing that it was almost time, he wiped out the cigarette butts in his fingers, stood up, stomped his feet, straightened his clothes, and walked towards the gate of the camp.

The person in charge of the production team standing at the door said: “Jian Ming, he has gone back, it seems that a car has come to pick him up.”

Li Qiang quickly took out his mobile phone to call him, but no one answered after five or six calls in succession, only the ringtone rang again and again.

Li Qiang looked gloomy, turned around suddenly, and dropped the phone hard.

Seeing the people next to him staring at him with strange expressions, Li Qiang hurriedly walked away.

After Jian Jian arrived home, the old house was full of joyful atmosphere, from the old housekeeper to the maid, to the gardener and the driver walked briskly, with a bright smile on his face.

Jian Ming wondered if his mother’s career could reach a higher level and become the richest man in the world?

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

“Mom! What are you doing!” Ten thousand muddy horses galloped past Jian Ming’s heart. He didn’t wake up or the world turned into a fantasy.

Jian Yixian raised her head and saw Jian Ming backlighting standing at the door, her face full of disbelief.

She beckoned: “You came just in time, come and meet your stepmother.”

“Stepmother?” Jian Ming couldn’t believe her ears.

“Hey, son.” Xia Changhan responded cheerfully.

“I didn’t **** call you,” Jian Ming was annoyed and kicked the sofa hard.

Jian Yixian’s face sank like water: “Why did you talk to your mother?”

Jian Jian opened his mouth, but he couldn’t make a sound. The scene in front of him strongly impacted his reason, and he felt that he was frozen in place like an idiot, unable to even say a word.

Seeing that he was still sane, Xia Changhan felt that the excitement might not be enough, so he stood on tiptoe and kissed Jian Yixian, deliberately clutching Jian Yixian’s skirt to act like a baby: “Honey, my son doesn’t seem to be very accepting of me~”

It was rare for Xia Changhan to take the initiative, and Jian Yixian enjoyed it very much. He grabbed Xia Changhan’s delicate wrist, pressed 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 prepare himself psychologically, 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 times in his heart, he looked at Xia Changhan, he still couldn’t say “Mom”, **** the stepmother, this is obviously my ex-girlfriend , or was framed by me in every possible way, and finally hooked up with my mother’s ex-girlfriend.

Jian Ming’s current mood is simply indescribable, he never dreamed that Xia Changhan’s way of revenge on him was to be his stepmother.

He said with difficulty: “Mom, I may need to buffer for a while.”

How could Xia Changhan let him go, she twisted her back, tears welled up in her eyes, and she couldn’t help but want to cry: “Honey, my son can’t accept me.”

With a warning look in Jian Yixian’s eyes, he glared at Jian Ming.

After the conciseness, the molars were almost gnawed. Fuck my dear, I can’t accept it. Why didn’t he realize that Xia Changhan was so good at pretending.