He’s so Flirty Novel Chapter 93

Chapter 93

Little Bean Sprout’s Diary

My na is Little Bean Sprout.

Dad says I wasn’t originally called Little Bean Sprout; I was supposed to be called Little Wild Monkey. Because when I was born, I was wrinkly and looked like a hairless little monkey—very ugly.

When he said this, Mom was standing right behind him, but I didn’t tell him.

However, I interrupted him and didn’t let him continue with the next part I had heard many tis.

So, Dad ended up being locked out of the bedroom by Mom again.

…Huh?

You ask what the next part was?

It was, “Your mom is very beautiful; you don’t look like her at all.”

Shh.

Don’t let Mom hear.

Today, the language teacher asked us to write a short essay in class and read it aloud.

The essay topic was “My Dad.”

All the classmates’ dads were impressive—so were engineers, so were pilots, so were scientists.

They were all happy when reading their essays, but I wasn’t happy.

Because I don’t know what Dad does.

After thinking for a long ti, I rembered that Uncle Qiao An had told

in secret that Dad is a “strict husband.”

I wrote it down, and the teacher asked

to read it aloud.

But after I finished reading, the teacher and classmates all laughed.

Before class ended, the teacher wrote comnts on my essay, saying I had a typo; it should be “strict husband” not “strict airway.”

The teacher also asked

to take the essay ho to show Dad.

I was very obedient.

In the afternoon, Uncle Qiao An ca to our house again.

But for so reason, his eyes were dark blue, like a giant panda.

Then Mom saw my essay.

That night, she told

that Uncle Qiao An had hurt himself.

During the day, Mom and Dad took

to the amusent park.

I was very happy.

I also saw a man selling cotton candy. It looked delicious. I asked Dad to buy it for , but he put

aside and went to shield Mom from the sun, ignoring .

I went to complain to Mom.

Dad wasn’t at all like a man, and when Mom looked at him, he agreed without her saying a word.

Hmm, the cotton candy was really good.

But when Dad was taking

back, he saw Mom talking to another man.

Dad was very angry.

He stared for a long ti, but Mom didn’t see him.

So, he said he would teach

to say sothing to scare the man away.

I refused.

Then Dad said that if the man was scared away, he would buy

a Transforr.

I thought that was acceptable.

I ran over and said to Mom, “Grandma, the cotton candy Grandpa bought

is so sweet—try it!”

Before I could call the man “Grandpa, you try too,” he was already scared away.

Sigh, adults are really timid.

But it was strange—why did Dad end up kneeling at the bedroom door when we got ho?

Every ti I go out alone with Dad, pretty older girls always sneak up and ask —

Does your brother have a girlfriend… What’s your brother’s phone number… What does your brother do…

I say he isn’t my brother, he’s my dad, but they always tell

that children shouldn’t lie.

I’m not a child anymore, and I’m not lying.

Uncle Qiao An said they ask these questions because Mom and Dad look too young, like people in their twenties.

Sigh, having such young parents is really troubleso.

But Dad seems even more troubled than I am.

Because pretty older girls often point at

and ask him, “How old is your younger brother? He looks so good-looking.”

Every ti Dad hears this, he picks

up and becos very cold.

“This is my son.”

The pretty older girls get scared away.

I think the cold Dad is a bit cool.

It’s a pity that he can’t be cold when Mom is around.

Today, I followed Dad to the magazine office to pick up Mom after work.

Dad took

to a sofa in the magazine office building and told

to wait there for Mom.

Then he went to take a phone call.

There was a pretty older girl sitting on the sofa. She looked at Dad several tis, but Dad didn’t look at her.

I knew Dad must have noticed because Mom said Dad was a special forces elite and had very keen senses.

So Dad was probably pretending not to notice.

So I also pretended not to notice.

But after Dad went away for a while, the girl moved next to .

“Little brother,” she smiled at , “Is that your brother? Does he have a girlfriend?”

Sa old question.

Why can’t these adults co up with sothing new?

I thought for a mont and said, “Yes, that’s my brother. He doesn’t have a girlfriend, but I already have a sister-in-law.”

Just as I finished speaking, I saw Mom walk up to us.

Mom’s expression wasn’t quite right.

So I told the girl again.

“It was my brother who told

to say that.”

……

When we got ho that night, Dad was locked out of the house by Mom again.

Hmm…

Sorry Dad, I didn’t an to.

In the past, Dad always took

to parent-teacher etings.

But Mom said that today Dad had sothing going on at work, so she had to take .

Our deputy horoom teacher is a young male teacher who is very popular with the girls in class.

He usually doesn’t smile much, but today he seed particularly enthusiastic.

Until the eting ended, he was still chatting with Mom about my situation.

I was feeling bored when I saw Dad arrive outside the classroom.

He saw Mom and then the male teacher.

Then Dad turned back into the cold, slightly cool Dad.

He walked into the classroom, stood silently behind Mom, and took my other hand.

He stared at the male teacher for a while, and the male teacher was scared away.

On the way back, Dad said he felt sad and couldn’t drive.

Mom drove, and Dad rarely didn’t fight with

for the passenger seat.

But he didn’t let

sit there either.

So we both sat in the back seat.

In the quiet car, Dad suddenly hugged

and said he felt bitter inside.

I asked why.

He stared at Mom in the rearview mirror and said, “Before we reconciled, I missed Tian Tian every day; now that I have Tian Tian, I’m constantly in a sea of jealousy.”

Hmm…

Who is Tian Tian? Is she very sweet?

What is the sea of jealousy? Is it as big as the Coral Sea?