Quick wear: the villain's father's fine cub

Chapter 272 Social Garbage Dad Cranky Online 27
Mr. Cui said politely, "Let's go after dinner. It's agreed to eat."

Lu Youming remained expressionless, "No need."

Mr. Cui had no choice but to get up and get dressed again.

Lu Youming puts on Fuchen's clothes and puts them on himself.

Before leaving, Lu Youming said to the woman, "My daughter is not very good-tempered. Neither am I."

The woman froze and said nothing.

The doll, Lu Youming picked it up and stuffed it into Fuchen.

There are a lot of things that should be given to Fuchen.

This is what Fuchen earned by himself.

Mr. Cui took the key with a cold face, went out, and suddenly said, "You shouldn't talk to my wife like that."

Lu Youming remained indifferent.

The rolling pin in Fuchen's hand hit Mr. Cui's head directly, "Hey!"

The sound is loud and crisp.

Mr. Cui turned his head and stared at Fuchen.

Fuchen's eyes were always direct.

Mr. Cui looked at each other for a moment, then turned his head, without saying anything, took out two cans of milk powder from the rear compartment, handed them over, and took out another 200 yuan.Pointing to the direction, "There is a village in the past here. If you walk five or six kilometers, there will be a bus. I won't see you off. Go on your own."

Lu Youming took the money without hesitation.Check the production date of the milk powder, if there is no problem, take the person away.

When he was leaving, Lu Youming suddenly laughed out loud, and pointed at Fuchen's nose, "Will you still defend me?"

Thought you only hit me?
Noticed it before the ride.

Fu Chen hit President Cui with his hand.

At that time, Mr. Cui held onto his hand, and Fuchen hit him directly.

Not so sure at the time.

But just now, it was obvious.

Lu Youming smiled and rubbed Fuchen's head, "I didn't raise you for nothing."

"Hey——" Fuchen turned his head away, yelled, and hit the rolling pin in his hand again, hitting Lu Youming on the head.

Lu Youming turned his head away, didn't feel any pain, and rubbed his hands harder.

Walking five or six kilometers on snow in winter, still holding the baby, can't make it without walking for three hours.

Lu Youming first went to the village and asked where to eat on the grounds of "getting lost". Because he had a child with him, he was invited into the house and ate two bowls of leftover rice.

Fuchen drank milk all the way, but he was not hungry.He was also fed half a bowl of porridge by Lu Youming.

There are also people in the village who drive away relatives.

Lu Youming was arranged by the villagers to squeeze onto the tractor, followed by crowding with the gift-giving hens, ducks and eggs, and went to the city center.

When I went back, I found a store first, and asked for boiling water and a bowl to make milk powder for Fuchen.

Fu Chen gurgled down the drink, and then fell asleep in a daze.

Go to the station and wait for the bus to go back, and then rush back.

Although it is inexplicable, today Fu Chen earned two hundred and two cans of milk powder, which is considered satisfactory.

As long as the dignity is decent, as long as the money is rich, being bullied will be bullied.

After returning home, Lu Youming didn't bother to cook.Each of us and Fu Chen drank a bowl of milk powder, got into bed, and fell into a dream early when the sky was light.

There is still a lot of work to find electricians for repairs during the Chinese New Year.

Probably because of the Chinese New Year, I am not willing to spend electricity bills at ordinary times, and now it is not a lot.

On weekdays, in rural areas, electricians are basically only needed for the wire boxes that house black and white TVs.

Or if you have a little money, install a telephone.

This also earns about ten yuan.

It's the Chinese New Year, the children are noisy, and the firecrackers have broken a lot of things.

Black and white TV repair also took three orders, earning a hundred.

I heard that there were children in the village next door throwing bombs into the firewood of the big stove, which directly blew up the big stove.The person who cooked the vegetables was sent to the hospital.

Knowing that Lu Youming has time, he doesn't need to visit relatives.

Brother Yong (Sister Liu’s husband), who was in charge of the work, contacted Lu Youming to pick up the work. The money was less, but the work was more. He also earned hundreds of dollars after busy work.

There are also a few orders in the high-end community, which is a windfall.

One Chinese New Year, I actually saved a thousand.

The relationship between Lu Youming and Mr. Cui became stalemate.

But the work in the community is still there, and I can still go to it from time to time, and I can make a fortune.

However, someone died in the community just now, and there were not many people, and it was almost gone after the Chinese New Year.

Lu Youming resumed his idle life.

Brother Yong wanted to ask Lu Youming to work with him, but Lu Youming refused because he thought the price was too low.

Brother Yong looked at Lu Youming, who was poor and white, and didn't even have a black and white TV at home, and a [-]-year-old bicycle.

Lu Youming's skills are good, this is obvious to all, and he also knows that if this guy despises the low price, he will cheat others.

I was also worried that the real referrer would be rejected by the employer and ruin my reputation.

Brother Yong would only look for Lu Youming if it was really impossible to solve and the price was high.

Years later, life remains the same.

Every night, Lu Youming threw the dust to Xiaojie's mother, and went out to drink and watch football by himself.

He became obsessed with horse racing and watching football with Wang Jiajun.

Not really like it, but a bet.

Bet on which team will win.

Bet on which horse will win.

Someone sits on the bank, and someone collects money.

Lu Youming followed Wang Jiajun, and occasionally touched a couple of them.

Basically lose.

The moisture and rules in it are not clear, Lu Youming dare not really play.

Years later, Fuchen started his own life.

Now Xiaojie's mother is almost afraid of waking up.

Lu Youming made a small bench for Fuchen.Only the size of a floating dust knee.

Eight months old, the dust still won't go away.

But he was able to stand up by himself while leaning on the wall.

For walking, floating dust is not very interested.But Fu Chen likes playing time at night.

She would push the small bench, pushing it little by little.

Huzi always remembered his hatred for Fuchen.

Fu Chen also remembered.

Basically, when two people meet, they fight.

As the new year passed, Huzi also had one more toy: a wooden hammer.

At first glance, it looks a bit like the "rolling pin" of Fuchen, but the beating area is much larger.

Huzi still struggles to hold it, but he is very excited when he sees the floating dust, and chases and beats the floating dust.

Fu Chen stared at Hu Zi, and when Hu Zi hammered over, he suddenly lifted the bench.

The foot of the bench hit Huzi's chin, and the wooden hammer in his hand fell and hit his foot.

"Ah—" cried.

Because there was no bench, Fuchen was unstable and fell to the ground.

Zhang Guihua, who was watching with a bowl next to her, stared fiercely at Fuchen, but this time she didn't move, and scolded Huzi, "Shoot back!"

The floating dust hand on the ground slowly stretched out, dragged the wooden hammer on the ground, and hit Huzi's foot again.

"Hey!" Zhang Guihua yelled immediately, cursing as she ran, "Why are you thinking so viciously! Who taught you?"

"Aw—" the beaten Huzi shouted louder, heart-piercingly.

Xiaojie's mother, who had been afraid to intervene, went over, "How can you be like this—" bent down to pick up the wooden hammer, but saw Zhang Guihua snatch the wooden hammer from Fuchen's hand.

Xiaojie's mother realized that something was wrong.

Staring at Huzi's instep, it was already red.

Zhang Guihua hides the wooden hammer intentionally or unintentionally while holding the tiger.

"Give me the hammer." Xiaojie's mother went to grab it.

"What are you doing? What are you doing?" Zhang Guihua pushed Xiaojie's mother away hard.

Xiaojie's mother had sharp eyes and pinched the tiger. Zhang Guihua turned sideways while protecting her son, but Xiaojie's mother quickly snatched the wooden hammer away.

When you weigh it, it doesn't feel right.

Much heavier than normal wood.

"Zhang Osmanthus!" Xiaojie's mother suddenly yelled, pointing at Zhang Osmanthus and scolding, "Are you still human? Do you want Huzi to kill Fuchen?"

(End of this chapter)