When Cheng Pengyu heard Zhou Zhou's words, he immediately took out his cell phone and looked at it. He found that the screen of the phone was empty and there was no notification message at all. He said, "Old Zhou, are you mistaken? My son didn't call me. Is it a duplicate name?"

"Hey, where can it be? Cheng Muning, Jingkou Dagang Middle School, can this be wrong?"

Zhou Zhou took out his cell phone from his pocket, found the post he was browsing, pointed to the photo above and said, "Lao Cheng, do you think this is your son?"

When Cheng Pengyu looked at the photos, Cheng Muning was so handsome that no one looked like a little fragrant suit, but Cheng Pengyu could vaguely recognize that this was his beloved son.

"Hey, it's true. This brat told me that he was lucky enough to enter the rematch, but I didn't expect him to reach the final." Cheng Pengyu was so happy that his teeth were exposed.

Zhou Zhou saw Cheng Pengyu's appearance and said, "Come on, don't pretend, hurry up and call and ask."

"rational."

Cheng Pengyu nodded and said, "Old Zhou, I have a stomachache. Go to the bathroom and wait for me later."

"become."

As soon as he left the office, Cheng Pengyu couldn't wait to call his son.

After three or four consecutive fights, Cheng Muning didn't answer any of them.

"Hey, this kid, shouldn't he sleep again."

As Cheng Muning's biological father, Cheng Pengyu knows his son very well, and he is not only sleeping.

If no one disturbed this day, then Cheng Muning would definitely be able to sleep for one day.

There was no choice but Cheng Pengyu could only suppress his curiosity and ask his son what was going on when he got off work in the evening.

After going to the toilet and just pushing open the office door, Cheng Pengyu was startled by the lively scene in the office.

Any colleagues who have good relationships who come down from the workstation [     www.biquga.info] run to his office.

A large group of people gathered together, it was very lively.

"Oh, why are there so many people?" Cheng Pengyu smiled.

"Old Cheng, you are not interested enough. My son is so outstanding, so he doesn't promote it."

"Yes, the champion of the Suzhou Newcomer Elf Trainer Competition. I really didn't expect that a civilian family like us could have another championship."

"My son is going to senior high school next year. I didn't plan to make him an elf trainer anymore. I think that thing is expensive and ordinary people can't make a name for it. But after seeing your son, I think I still have to let my kid rush."

"I must make a fight. Even if your son really doesn't work in the end, don't we still have the relationship with Lao Cheng? Isn't it enough for someone to take us with my son?"

Everyone talked about it, it was so lively.

Cheng Pengyu also enjoyed everyone. As for Cheng Pengyu's good brother, Zhou Zhou circulated Cheng Muning's battle and the winning photos to everyone one by one.

Suddenly, a female colleague in her forties with curly hair frowned and said, "Old Cheng, why is your son so much like the kitten that was thrown away by our power plant some time ago."

"Really or not?"

Several other female colleagues who had not seen the photos came over and said curiously when they heard this.

Cheng Pengyu, who was still smiling happily for the last second, froze his whole body when he heard this, and his smile froze on his face.

"Hey, don't say it, it's really like it."

"Really, it's just a cut."

"But there is something that doesn't look like it at all. I remember Milk Tea's hair is not so bright and its figure is not so tall."

Several female colleagues chattered around the photos of milk tea.

Seeing these female colleagues so lively, other colleagues who like milk tea also came over and participated in the discussion.

"I'll take a look."

"I'll take a look, too."

"Hey, don't say it, it looks a bit like this."

“It’s really as cute as milk tea.”

"Hey, you see, this report also wrote that Cheng Muning from the old Cheng family called this kitten milk tea."

"What the hell is going on? Could it be really milk tea?"

Zhou Zhou also joked halfway: "Old Cheng, what's going on? Could it be that you really took the milk tea away and treated it as your son's elf."

"How, how is that possible."

At this time, Cheng Pengyu's back was completely wet with cold sweat.

He really didn't expect that his colleagues would get together and actually pieced together the truth.

This is so fucking horrible.

"The milk tea in our power plant is just a poor ordinary stray cat.

My son is an elf. How could it be milk tea?"

After saying that, Cheng Pengyu was afraid that his words would not convince everyone, and said, "It's just that my son came to our power plant once and liked milk tea very much. When he got home, he kept telling me that he wanted to take care of milk tea.

I had no choice but to find an elf similar to milk tea for my son, so I named it Milk Tea."

After saying that, Cheng Pengyu looked at other colleagues in the office nervously.

None of the other colleagues spoke, and looked straight at Cheng Pengyu.

Cheng Pengyu, who was already guilty, was sweating even more and more coldly in his heart, and his brain stopped thinking for a while.

"Ha ha."

At this moment, a hearty laughter broke the weird silence in the office.

Zhou Zhou looked at Cheng Pengyu with a smile on his face and said, "Old Cheng, why are you so excited? Everyone is just kidding you."

Several other female colleagues also laughed "giggling".

"Old Cheng, you are so honest with each other, why can't you help but make fun of me?"

"Yes, elves are elves, and kittens are kittens. Although we are not elves trainers, we can still distinguish between elves and milk tea."

"Hey, this is Lao Cheng. If it were someone else, I really thought he had taken the milk tea away."

"No, if it weren't for Lao Cheng, I would have thought so wrong."

Listening to my colleagues around me, Cheng Pengyu had an unnatural smile on his face, and he could only smile and said, "Haha, you old colleagues, you know how to tease me."

Just bully me, really bully me."

...

It was 6:30 p.m.

Cheng Muning, who had a comfortable sleep, got up in a daze. Cheng Muning, who had not opened his eyes much, habitually glanced at his phone.

With just this glance, Cheng Muning became energetic in an instant.

A row of missed calls!

In addition to my parents, there are also phone calls from some of my old classmates.

Obviously, in one afternoon, the news that Cheng Muning became the champion of the Suzhou Newcomer Elf Trainer Competition had already spread in Suzhou.

"Damn, I haven't replied to my parents' phone number after sleeping for so long. I won't kill me, right?"
Chapter completed!