I, the female supporting role, play three male supporting roles at the same time

Chapter 165 Good Night

Duan Chengfang never expected his father to react like this, and immediately repeated what he had just said urgently.

Zhao Ruoming was confused. Sorry, she was just an ordinary female college student. Parent-child studies and human behavior studies were still a bit ahead of her.

Therefore, she had to tentatively ask, "You are awesome?"

Who would have thought that as soon as these three words came out, Duan Chengfang's eyes suddenly lit up!

Then, as if a floodgate had been opened, Duan Chengfang began to talk incessantly.

"Dad, do you think it's better for me to apply to a university in Longcheng or stay in Haicheng?"

"Dad, what do you like to eat? I've been observing you for twenty years, and I still don't know what you like to eat!"

"Dad, I hate KFC. I don't want to eat it anymore."

"Dad, actually Di Hanxin is the little girl you asked me to play with when we were little. Do you still remember her? The one with the bad temper? You took me there..."

"Dad, actually it wasn't just Xiaoye who got beaten that day. I got beaten too. And it was Xiaoye who did it himself..."

"Dad, did I never wet the bed when I was a kid?"

Zhao Ruoming was stunned.

So these are the things Duan Chengfang was struggling with for half the night?

At this moment, Duan Chengfang had stripped off his bright and shiny outer shell, and the protective layer of frivolity and debauchery, as if he had returned to the night when he got drunk for the first time in his life, as if he was still the boy who was alone in the bar, howling at his report card.

Duan Chengfang kept talking, talking about those trivial things that could not even be found in Duan Hongji's memory. He talked about those things that were not worth mentioning in the eyes of others and were only worthy of being thrown into the garbage heap of memories.

Zhao Ruoming listened to what Duan Chengfang said in a trance, and couldn't help feeling confused.

So Duan Chengfang longs for Duan Hongji's love so much?

She is Duan Hongji, but after all, she has not really spent more than 20 years with Duan Chengfang. She is completely unable to understand this long-lasting persistence, and is completely unable to empathize with this heavy obsession.

Duan Hongji has passed away, leaving behind his three sons and the business empire he had built, and went to the Vientiane Universe to explore wealth without any regrets.

Duan Chengfang's desire is nothing but a mirage and can never be realized.

After Zhao Ruoming came here, he only wanted to work and never paid attention to the mental state of these adopted sons.

If the protagonists Duan Jizhi and Duan Ye could still get a bit of her attention, then the second son received nothing but complete neglect.

He is not the protagonist, nor even an important supporting character in anyone's story. Zhao Ruoming never cared about his every move, because NPCs are not worth wasting energy on.

But at this moment, Duan Chengfang, with the help of the medicine, vented the grievances that had been stuck in his heart for many years. Looking at her with admiring eyes, Zhao Ruoming suddenly realized that this was reality, and there were no NPCs in reality.

Duan Chengfang's pale face showed a kind of almost fanatical desire. Although his face was pale, his pupils were burning brightly. Zhao Ruoming had a terrifying intuition that if she didn't do something, Duan Chengfang might die like this.

Thinking of this, Duan Hongji leaned down, gently embraced Duan Chengfang, and held him in his arms.

Duan Chengfang's voice suddenly stopped.

He was completely frightened by Duan Hongji's action.

Although she was only holding him gently in her arms, Duan Chengfang felt as if someone was strangling him. He opened his eyes in fear and dared not move.

Duan Hongji patted Duan Chengfang on the back and sighed, "Longcheng's universities are still the best. Haicheng University is a wild duck university. Look at Xiao San'er, he has become a ghost-fire boy in there. You should do your best."

"…Dad doesn't have a favorite food. When he was young, he was poor and busy working. He didn't have time to care about what to eat. As long as he could fill his stomach, it was fine. If you really want to know, it's that the portions are large and full."

"If you don't like it, don't eat it. You are already a grown-up, and you still ask your dad."

"Di Hanxin is that little girl? I really can't tell. She and her brother are both equally stupid. I can't tell them apart."

"How dare Duan Ye hit you? I don't think he knows how many eyes Lord Ma has! I won't be able to beat him to death when he comes back someday."

"I don't remember your childhood... In fact, I don't remember anything about Dan Ye either. I just made it up on purpose that day to embarrass him in front of his classmates..."

Duan Hongji's voice is deep and pleasant, like a cello, echoing in the room.

After countless years, a poor answer sheet that spans time and space was sent to the nine-year-old Duan Chengfang, to the Duan Chengfang who took the college entrance examination that year, to... countless Duan Chengfangs.

This is the only thing Zhao Ruoming can do.

However, the more he did this, the more anxious Duan Chengfang became.

Such a father is impossible to exist in reality.

This was indeed a dream caused by alcohol.

After knowing that it was a dream, Duan Chengfang became calm instead.

He buried his whole face deeply in Duan Hongji's arms, rubbed it gently, and took a deep breath, just like he had dreamed of countless times.

Suddenly, he smelled a unique fragrance.

Duan Chengfang remembers this smell - it was like a summer rain, mixed with an indescribable woody fragrance, flowing into people's hearts.

This is the aura of Fu Dongshu.

Why does my father smell like Fu Dongshu?

It must be said that even though he was insane at the moment, Duan Chengfang still had a terrifying ability to discern details about others. Perhaps this was because he had spent years trying to figure out "how to please Duan Hongji" and always paid extra attention to the minutiae of others.

Duan Chengfang raised his eyes in confusion and only saw his father's chin.

Forget it, don’t think about those things.

Duan Chengfang closed his eyes.

After all this, Duan Chengfang didn't fall asleep until the middle of the night. Zhao Ruoming was exhausted, and the fatherly love that he had finally aroused was in jeopardy.

Zhao Ruoming put Duan Chengfang on the bed. Duan Chengfang clung to the corner of her clothes like a suckling puppy and refused to let go. Zhao Ruoming had a splitting headache.

After much thought, Zhao Ruoming found a way to comfort Duan Chengfang from his own meager parent-child experience (mainly from soap operas and maternal and child product advertisements).

Zhao Ruoming leaned over and gently kissed the forehead of Haodaer, who was in his twenties.

"Good night."

This daddy-style goodnight kiss had an immediate effect, and Duan Chengfang immediately retracted his hand as if he had been scalded.

After all the hard work, it was almost dawn. Zhao Ruoming took a look at the sky, then tiredly curled up on the sofa in Duan Cheng's room, ready to take a nap.

After such a big incident, it was impossible to fool him with dreams. Moreover, it was a rare warm time for Duan Chengfang to spend with his father and untie some knots in his heart. If he woke up and found that it was just a dream, it would be too pitiful.

Duan Chengfang has always been obedient, so Zhao Ruoming can't help but be more tolerant of him.

Of course, if Zhao Ruoming knew what kind of chaos this inappropriate weakness would cause after dawn, she would definitely beat herself to death with one punch!