My Baby’s Daddy

Tony sat in the passenger seat while looking. carefree and leaning on his side as he stared straight at Shirley. She allowed him to scrutinize her; having received training, she had to remain composed even in the face of at major disaster.

“You’re really beautiful, and you’re the type I like. Can I pursue you?” he asked straightforwardly. “I’m not interested in you, Shirley replied before glancing at him. Suddenly, she kind of understood why Zacharias exploded in anger just now. Tony was a troublemaker.

Tony snorted. “So, you’re interested in my uncle, huh? Do you like older men?”

Shirley didn’t want to engage in this conversation, so she remained silent. However, he was quite interested in continuing the chat. “I know my uncle is popular with women, but unfortunately, he doesn’t like women.”

She couldn’t help but ask, “So, does he like men?”

He burst into laughter. “Haha! I really wish my uncle could hear you say that. I want to see how furious he’d become.”

Shirley turned her head and gave him a stern look without saying a word. Tony raised an eyebrow. “It’s not my uncle’s problem for not liking women. He’s just immune to women. As far as I can remember, he has never liked any woman. Of course, he doesn’t like men either. He’s just a cold and ruthless political machine.”

to Tony because she wasn’t interested in the affairs of the Flintstone Family. The car entered the Flintstone Residence, proceeded into the garden,

“Hey, Miss. Can I get your contact

the couch. She immediately came to stand behind him while

guilty, Tony sat on the couch and greeted Zacharias reluctantly while covering his swollen face,

toward him, and a frustrated expression crossed his face. “Didn’t you promise me

didn’t start it! They bullied the girl first, so I had

yet you still try to justify yourself.” Tony shrugged. “I just went on a date! Is it my fault that girls

stance. “All right. All right. I promise I won’t ask someone else’s girlfriend out to a bar again. I

you’re not a child anymore. Can’t you have a bit of decency?”

and muttered, “I got it. I’ll bring

good enough, keep writing

Another self-critique? Can’t we have a different form of punishment? I don’t want that. I’d rather go out and sweep the streets than write