his little luck

Chapter 765 Love you and don't surrender: trample them under your feet, don't forgive them
"What are you worried about yourself?"

Akira Mato raised an eyebrow and looked at her with a smile on his lips.

Feng Xi reacted for a while before he understood what he meant.

Her face turned even redder, and she quickly defended herself: "You don't need to worry about yourself, and I won't do anything to you."

Mato Akira pursed his lips and said, "That's hard to say."

"I won't!" Feng Xi raised his voice to prove that he really couldn't.

Buzz buzz, at this moment, Feng Xi's cell phone on the table rang.

She glanced at the phone number, and the caller ID was a familiar number, Feng Zhengcheng.

Her biological father.

A trace of disgust flashed across Feng Xi's eyes, and this disgust was seen by Mato Ayatoshi.

Feng Xi didn't want to answer Feng Zhengcheng's call, so after a while, she finally swiped the answer button with her little white hand and answered it.

She said, "Hello."

On the other end of the phone, Feng Zhengcheng's cold voice came over, without any trace of his father's warmth, he just questioned: "Feng Xi, tell Feng Qi that you had a conflict with her today?"

Feng Xi bit her pink lips, but said nothing.

Feng Zhengcheng didn't need her to answer, he just needed to know that she was listening.

Feng Zhengcheng said: "Feng Xi, don't mess with Feng Qi, put yourself right."

Straighten your identity!
Feng Xi closed her eyes, and asked mockingly: "What should I do to straighten out my identity? Feng Zhengcheng, Feng Qi and I are both your daughters, she is your daughter, and so am I, dear, Tell me, what identity do I want to straighten out?"

Feng Zhengcheng looked cold and stern: "Feng Xi, there is nothing wrong with you being my daughter, but I would rather your daughter was not born, you are just a derivative of an accident, and you should never compare yourself to Feng Qi."

Let Feng Zhengcheng say that Feng Xi's appearance really brought him a lot of trouble.

Originally, she was just playing with Feng Xi's biological mother, but she didn't expect to give birth to such a thing.

After the baby was born, it couldn't be stuffed back, but the Jiang family's father-in-law, mother-in-law and brother-in-law caught the handle.

Feng Xi didn't have any superfluous emotions for Feng Zhengcheng except disgust and trouble.

Feng Xi's little white hand held the phone so tightly that even his knuckles were white.

Mayo Sara sat lazily on the sofa, seeming to have heard the conversation between the father and daughter, but also seemed to have heard nothing.

Feng Xi took a deep breath to calm himself down.

Knowing that this biological father has no feelings for her, what else does she expect?
She asked: "Then why did you call me to tell me not to compare with Feng Qi?"

If she didn't believe it, Feng Zhengcheng would call her just because of such a boring warning.

Only then did Feng Zhengcheng get to the point: "Feng Qi's birthday is the day after tomorrow, and a birthday dinner will be held."

"Her birthday party is held on her birthday, will she invite me?"

Feng Xi was slightly surprised, "Feng Zhengcheng, did you make a mistake, or did I hear it wrong?"

"You heard me right, I want you to participate."

"At the dinner party, how do I participate? I wear everything in my evening dress..." She stopped abruptly at this point.

It turned out to be like this, she didn't have nothing.

She suddenly laughed out loud: "Feng Zhengcheng, that's why Feng Qi asked me to attend her birthday dinner, to let her step on my head and insult me? Okay, very good! In fact, you also have a father's love."

Feng Zhengcheng was angered by her extremely mocking and indifferent tone.

He didn't want to talk too much with this Feng Xi, so he ordered directly: "Feng Xi, you have to come if you come, or you have to come if you don't come, don't forget you, the things your mother left you when she died are still with me. In hand! If it doesn’t come, I can’t guarantee what will happen to that thing.”

that thing!

Mommy left her.

Feng Xi's heart trembled, she lowered her eyes, looked at the floor, and said in a low voice: "Don't worry, I will set off Feng Qi well."

After finishing speaking, she pressed the hang up button without hesitation.

Feng Zhengcheng didn't expect Feng Xi to hang up on him first.

But Feng Xi's daughter is really not a worry.

Look, calling him Feng Zhengcheng by his first and last name just now during the phone call did not show any respect to his elders.

This kind of daughter should never have been born in the first place.

"Daddy, what did Feng Xi say?" Seeing that Feng Zhengcheng had hung up the phone, Feng Qi hurriedly asked, "She will come to my birthday dinner, right?"

Feng Zhengcheng looked at Feng Qi, showing a loving smile: "Feng Xi will come."

"That's great." Feng Qi smiled sweetly.

This time, she wanted to make Feng Xi embarrassing in front of everyone.

. . . . . . . . . .

In a small broken house.

Feng Xi hung up the phone.

The slender body stood still, without moving or speaking.

Until a lazy voice sounded: "Hello."

"Ah." Feng Xi suddenly came back to his senses, and looked towards the source of the voice.

Akira Mato was sitting on the sofa, leaning lazily on the sofa with his thin back, two long straight legs overlapping each other.

It was obviously a very worn-out sofa bought from a second-hand market. He was sitting on it, but it seemed to be sitting on a throne.

Feng Qi felt for a moment that this person should not be an upstart, but a noble son.

Mayo Shoto narrowed his eyes slightly, his pure blue eyes seemed to be smiling: "You must be sad."

Feng Xi raised his hand to wipe the corners of his eyes, showing a forced smile:

"I'm sad, what can I be sad about, you're wrong, I'm not sad."

"Huh?" Matou Akira murmured, "Aren't you sad?"

"Really... well, a little bit!"

Feng Xi pursed her pink lips, "I just think he is my biological father, even though he never took care of me since I was a child, but...maybe, maybe, maybe he still loves me a little bit. Right. But do you know what he just said?"

"What did you say?" Matou Akira asked cooperatively.

Feng Xi's pink lips curled into a wry smile: "He said that I was just a derivative of his accident, and it didn't mean anything to him."

Looked like weeping.

Mato Akira nodded: "Your father must really think that way."

"Hey." Feng Xi was dissatisfied, "You can comfort me anyway, how can you say it so bluntly."

"Is consolation useful?" Mayo asked back.

Feng Xi was startled, she thought for a while, looked at Mato Aya, and said honestly: "It seems useless."

"That's it."

The corners of Mato Shoji's thin lips evoked a faint smile, "You expect your father's love to be the worst thing, what's the use of complaining about yourself, what you have to do is to be better than everyone who wants to insult you You must be strong, and then trample them under your feet, see their pain, beg for mercy, base your happiness on their pain, and then never forgive them.”

(End of this chapter)