My dad's lieutenant seems to be a time traveler

Chapter 135 Gaining Fat During Food Cut-off

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Later, my dad did come to visit me.But this "later" is three days later.

He didn't come earlier, maybe I thought it was too early, I didn't feel that he was strong, the oil in my stomach was not enough, and I could still hold on.But he didn't procrastinate any longer, probably because he was afraid that I would be too hungry to listen to him, or that my resentment would grow, and I would never be able to beat him.

That's what Zhang Wensheng told me, and my dad really did the same thing.

The two of them are indeed rivals in their affairs.

Before my dad came, I lay on the bed and thought, every time my dad pushes me out, someone will die.In the game my dad started this time, will I become a pawn who crossed the river again?

Even if I promise to marry a wife, will someone still die?

It's hard to think wildly. Fortunately, Zhang Wensheng is here. My dad locks me up and locks me up. On the contrary, it is convenient for him. He comes and goes, and usually doesn't make me think wildly for a long time.

During these three days, when I was lying down and thinking blindly, this person would crawl in through the window and bring me food and drink.

It's just a different way to send it.The flattened foreign bread was only delivered once, and the delivery after that was not bad.Steamed buns, beef, roast chicken, hot noodles, sweet Lantern Festival, needless to say, one night he sneaked in to give away a leg of lamb, which was roasted until it was burnt, very tempting to gluttons.

I was so scared that I hurriedly asked him to take it away, for fear that the guards on duty outside would smell it.

When my dad didn't punish me, he would only feed me three times a day, and at most he would have a snack in the afternoon. His old Zhang wished he could feed me eight times a day. Ordinary people wouldn't feed the New Year pig so often.

Later, I couldn't stand it anymore, so I persuaded him with kind words, I can't eat like this anymore, in case my father saw it and said that I was hungry for a few days, but I became hungry and fat, this matter must be difficult to explain, until the time comes Sometimes the play is not good.My dad is so shrewd, it's useless to lie, how can he believe it.

Mr. Zhang thought about it and felt that what I said made sense, so he told me earnestly: If your father really asks why you look fat, you will say that you are hungry and your face will be swollen.Remember to speak weakly, it is safer.

I said, why bother, you always bring food. I have oil in my stomach, so it doesn’t matter if I scrape off the oil. I’m not that short of food.

While talking about this, I sat on the head of the bed and played with my handcuffs.Zhang Wensheng sat at the foot of the bed, staring at my shackles.We faced each other, speechless.

Suddenly his eyes wandered, he met my face, and said: Maybe I think you should enjoy yourself in time.

At this moment, because of his words, I thought of Chen Yuyuan, and my heart skipped a beat.

The man who chased the sun left a word and went away.I haven't told Zhang Wensheng his last words yet... Even if Zhang Wensheng is sitting in front of him, we still have time.

Because I know that once I say it, we will never be able to sit opposite each other like this.

——"Find that person, close the time matrix, and let the turbulent history go back 'inside the gate'!" This sentence, I remember.It always stops at my mouth and I can't spit it out.

I want to have a good time...

This is not only because of my selfishness, I am greedy for the present, and I want to keep this lost and recovered Zhang Wensheng with me, for a longer time... It is also because I have really understood that my father Cao Yu, Marshal Cao, is Chen Yu Yuan asked Zhang Wensheng to find "that person".

I have a question in my heart, I didn't have time—nor have enough courage, to ask Chen Yuyuan to answer it for me... That is, if my father hadn't traveled through time, he hadn't met the immortals in the past, and hadn't become the Cao Yu he is today. Marshal Cao, that's now...now and now!In this turbulent history... Will there still be a me sitting here and now?

I, Cao Shiyue, am I still here?

To have me, you must first have my dad, right?

Three days later, as Zhang Wensheng expected, my dad came in person.

When the old man came, he was furious.When entering the door, kick the door first, and then find a table to kick the table.Neither the door nor the table offended him. He was kicked for no reason, but it was for me.

After kicking, venting enough anger, and playing enough, he just turned around to look at the culprit lying on the bed, which is me.

He sat down at the table he had kicked over, and with a gesture of Dama Jindao, he lit the smoke pot and sprayed out a few smoke rings.After taking a few long breaths, he opened his mouth to greet me.

Still very polite, asked me: boy, are you hungry?

Actually I wasn't hungry, and I wasn't even tired after lying down for three days.But I had rehearsed this scene with Zhang Wensheng a long time ago, so I covered my head with the quilt and deliberately left my chained hands outside the quilt to open a gap so that my eyes could peek out from the quilt.

At this time, of course, you have to make a very soft tone: Dad, I'm fine...

My dad "hummed": Are you angry with me? I heard that the porridge and rice brought to you did not eat a bite. What's the matter?Do you want to kill yourself and drive me to death?

Don’t eat it because I’m afraid you will drug me!

I didn't dare to add drama without authorization, so I continued weakly: Dad, just treat me as dead...

This scene is not good, the main reason is that I always want to laugh, and it takes a lot of effort not to laugh.

I was trying to hold on, but my shoulders were shaking—it was so cold, my dad didn’t play the cards according to the routine, and walked forward without giving me a chance to call for dodge or anything. He raised his hand and covered my head. The bed was lifted.