The Authoritative Way to Manage Naughty Children

[Professor with a sultry dad x young master with explosive hair] Precession of six years old Before the adjustment: Who are you? After adjustment: You are my Daddy, and I am your Puppy. Everyone in the aristocratic circle of G City didn't know that the Shen family, which had always been calm and composed, had a young master with a bad temper. His parents did not control him and let him run wild. He thought that it would be okay, that the life of playing with men would go on smoothly, and that he could always enjoy the carefree life of a young master, but he did not expect that on a very ordinary night A strange man appeared at his door. Shen Nan looked at the broad-shouldered man in front of him who was a head taller than him, pointed at him and asked, "No, who are you?" Smelling the smell of alcohol on his body, the man couldn't help frowning, and while stepping into his house under the watchful eyes, he said in an educational tone: "I will give you twenty minutes. After twenty minutes, I will see you and your luggage appear in front of me, and then-" "Come home with me." Shen Nan said:? * It's been a long time since Fu Chi has encountered something he couldn't solve. But recently, he encountered a troublesome problem. A close friend of his college tutor asked him to discipline a child. The child is very stubborn, disobedient, and especially likes to talk back, which makes him have to think of some safe, healthy and effective ways to deal with him. After a reasonable education, Fu Chi also looked at the man lying on his lap and asked calmly: "Do you know you are wrong?" Shen Nan sniffed to himself, stretched out his hand and squeezed his thigh hard, then quickly covered his butt and said eloquently: "None of your business." Fu Chi also laughed angrily, squinted his eyes and nodded with a half-smile. He moved the hand covering his butt away and said coolly: "Okay, you can keep provoking me like this if you can." * It's been a long time since Shen Nan was managed like this. It doesn't matter if he drinks or goes out to bars, why should he be punished like a child even after he is caught swearing and drinking cold water? He doesn't understand. He hates. What made him even more puzzled was that after spending some time with this facial paralysis, he seemed to be a pervert and became more and more addicted to this feeling. Obviously that dogmatic tone is what I hate the most, but why does it feel more and more enjoyable later on? Therefore, in order to prove that he was not a pervert, he began to commit suicide in various ways. He didn't realize it until one day when he was dragged to the bed with his hands tied. You've grown up playing it yourself. Fu Chi also looked at the trembling child in front of him, took out the belt from his waist with one hand, pinched his chin with the other hand and said: "Are you just waiting for this moment? Huh?" Food guide in this article: *The style of writing is rather ancient. You can read it according to your own taste. If you don't like it, please give it a try (thank you) *No one cares x Strict control *1v1 year on double c boarding *There are guest appearances by the two brothers next door Origin of the name: Boats on both sides of the Taiwan Strait are going in opposite directions, making it difficult to negotiate with the ripples. Only the gulls and herons were left, flying freely from north to south. Still bloody, but warm and daily, two-way healing. ——————————————————————————— The next book will not feature Zhou Chu's story, but will feature another column. The following is the advance copy. If you are interested, please add it to your collection~ [Bingshan cold-faced, black-handed, soft-hearted writer attacks x Linguistics, well-behaved and tough college student] precession Yan Yubo has been reading Danmei novels for eight years and has seen all kinds of writing styles, but he is only keen on the writings of an author whose pen name is "Lin Lie". The other person writes in a heavy tone, which is just right, and he likes heavy writing. I have been a fan of him for as many years as I have been reading the article, but in the end, I have never seen him attend a book signing event. I have been immersed in Weibo Super Chat for many years, but I have never had even the simplest interaction. The only "contact" was when the other party's literary website held an event. The author initiated a lottery and won him. So one Friday at school, Yan Yubo held the puppy pendant he got in a lottery with his left hand, and with his right hand he slid the mouse to scroll through the web interface. He looked at the only scenic Weibo posted by "Lin Lie" in the past six months and decided to leave tomorrow to check in. But unfortunately, as soon as I got off the high-speed train and rushed to the check-in point, the sky suddenly started pouring rain. He brought an umbrella but gave it to someone else. The man in a suit slowly turned the handle of the umbrella in his hand, looked at the child in front of him who was basically soaked but had no complaint on his face and asked, "Give me the umbrella, how are you going to get back?" Yan Yubo smiled nonchalantly: "Didn't you call just now to say you had something to do? I'm here for a trip anyway, so I don't want to leave in a hurry. It's good to stay a little longer and look at the rain." "What's your name?" "Me?" Yan Yubo thought that meeting each other in a different place was fate, so he said truthfully: "Yan Yubo." Later, when Yan Yubo returned to the dormitory the next day, he saw the red dot of special attention and opened the check with joy. He only saw Mr. "Linlie" who had sent a picture of an umbrella with five words on it - "meeting Bo gifts along the way". Yan Yubo a second later:? ? ? Yan Yubo three seconds later:! ! ! * The second time Chen Linhan met Yan Yubo was in the year when he graduated from university. In the store, the child confessed to him that he was an orphan. He thought the scenery was good when he came here before, so he planned to move here to work in the future. That day, it still rained, but this time he didn't ask for his umbrella again, but took him directly home. Maybe it was because he was alone in a different place, but Chen Linhan always felt that this child had been particularly nervous since he entered the house. Especially when talking about something that shows that he hates "sasaeng fans" the most. He always felt that the other person's eyes were red, as if he was about to cry. But he could only write and could not read minds, so he had to get up and warm up a glass of milk for the child, but said to him with a cold face: "If you encounter difficulties in this city, you can come to me." * Due to an unexpected rental incident, Yan Yubo has been living in Chen Linhan's house for a while. He found that the other person's face was always cold, but he was actually very tolerant of him, but... He was never allowed to enter the small dark room to the east of his house. Until one day, he accidentally entered. The moment he raised his head, he was frightened by the scene in front of him. This was not the most terrifying thing. The most terrifying thing was that when he turned his head, he saw Chen Linhan leaning on the door behind him, staring at him. Thinking of what he had written in his book, Yan Yubo's knees suddenly weakened and he almost knelt in front of him. He pointed at the wall, swallowed and said, "Sir... These..." There was no expression on Chen Linhan's face, and he didn't hide it. He said calmly: "I need it to write a book." "But you haven't read the book I wrote." He curled his lips and hooked his hand towards the other party: "Pick any one and come to the study with me." ... That night, Yan Yubo returned to his room, his hands were trembling, and he asked a question on Super Chat. "Excuse me, if the writing is heavy-handed, does it mean that... I also play heavy-tongued games on weekdays?" He made mental preparations for a long time before editing and sending it out. However, the next day, curious about what kind of answer he could get, Yan Yubo opened a chat and found that all that was left for him was a cold notification. Message: You have been permanently blocked by the super chat host. "..." Looking down at the bite mark on his collarbone, and turning to look at the fingerprints on his butt that had not yet disappeared, Yan Yubo threw away his phone and went crazy. "What do you know!!!" Food guide in this article: *Heavy oral text refers to both large and small ○. * Attack as a writer, receive as a reader. *Without any prototype or refraction, it is just the product of inspiration, most likely a short story before going to bed. Mission: Work together to overcome difficulties