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

Chapter 274 Social Garbage Dad Cranky Online 29
At [-] o'clock in the evening, Zhang Guihua was sent home by his brother on a motorcycle with the child in his arms.When I got home, my brother left without drinking water.

No matter how late, the family will be asleep.

Zhang Guihua held the tiger and pushed open the door, but saw a person sitting in the courtyard.

It's pitch black, so I can't see clearly.

Set in the distance, look carefully, and see that it is the head of the house, and smiled, "The head of the house, what are you doing? It's not cold, go back to the house and wait for me."

"Take the child into the house and come out." The voice was low and serious.

Zhang Guihua was taken aback, and walked over with the tiger in his arms.It was dark, so I couldn't see clearly, what I was wearing was only vaguely seen, but I couldn't see clearly.

Walk over and look back, but you can't see anything.

With a beating in his heart, he put Huzi on the bed and walked out.

The head of the house had already stood up, and the chair was put aside.

Seeing grass on her back, Zhang Guihua walked over to take a picture, "Look at you, why is there grass on your body——"

When you touch it, your hands are wet.

Mud in one hand.

The sound stopped.

Before there was a reaction, he "slapped" and got hit on the face.

The man grabbed Zhang Guihua's head and punched it, "Do you still know that I'm covered in mud?"

"You also know that I have grass on me?"

"I told you not to cause trouble, don't cause trouble, did you listen?"

The fist in his hand kept hitting Zhang Guihua's stomach and back.

Thinking of this evening, when Lu Youming grabbed him and smashed himself with a mallet, he was beaten to the ground, feeling like his bones were broken.

What was even more exasperating was that Lu Youming hit him twice in the face with the mallet head.

pain!
It hurts!
Both cheekbones were disfigured.

He fell to the ground like a dead dog.However, when the mallet hit his hand, it seemed that his muscles and bones were broken, and he lost his energy immediately.

He didn't have the strength to resist at all, he just wanted to crawl away.

But Lu Youming caught him, rode on his back and beat him!
After beating, Lu Youming threw the tool out and threw it in front of him, "This is a toy your mother-in-law gave your son, and I asked him to hit my daughter on purpose. I'll try it on you."

"It's just a child's toy, you shouldn't mind. Right?"

Lu Youming's voice was steady and deep.

Lying on the ground, he felt that he was being stared at by the god of death, and also felt panicked on his face.

If it's just a piece of wood, no matter how hard it hits the body, it still hurts. After two days of rest, the red mark is still there, but it's basically fine.

But now, he felt that his muscles and bones were broken, and he couldn't do any work.

Zhang Guihua was beaten and kept yelling, "Oh—"

"Killer—"

"Help—"

But the courtyard door is locked.

Neighbors who heard the noise outside could not come in, and it was hard to control.

After all, it is a family matter.

The man took out the mallet and shook it in front of Zhang Guihua, "What is this? Ah? You are so cruel, you give this to Hu Zi, and let him hit other children?"

Zhang Guihua took two steps back, lowered her head to hide, and timidly argued, "Just a wooden hammer, she doesn't have a stick."

wooden hammer?

The man smiled, and took a gavel to the woman's head.

Zhang Guihua immediately fell to the ground, covering her head, feeling dizzy.

The man pointed at the woman, "Don't hit you, don't you know it hurts?"

The woman fell to the ground, dazed.

"From now on, if you embarrass me again, you can get out and I will live with my son!" The man walked past the woman and entered the house.

When you are about to enter the door, turn your head and tell you, with fierce eyes, "That trash bastard named Lu, you will walk around when you see him in the future! Don't provoke him and his daughter again!"

The woman suddenly had sharp eyes, sat on the ground, pointed at the man and yelled, "You useless thing! If you can't beat yourself, then take your anger out on the woman! If you have the ability, hit him!"

"You just can't beat outsiders, so you vent your anger on yourself!"

The man was so angry that he turned around and continued to fight.

It was a night of smog.In the end, it was Sister Liu who listened to the letter and rushed over to persuade her.

The morning sun shone into the small room with cracked walls.

The weeds in the yard have started a new year of growth and are already as high as the upper of a shoe.

Lu Youming woke up when the sunlight extended from the middle of the room to the bed inside.

Fuchen next to him woke up early, lay on Lu Youming's body, and went to pick up the milk powder can on the table.

I stretched out my hand, but couldn't reach it, so I went out.

One accident, the body fell down.

Lu Youming subconsciously caught it with both hands, and brought the floating dust back to the bed from the low altitude near the ground.

My heart hangs for a moment, and I immediately return to the original place.

Lu Youming let out a long breath, it's dangerous.He warned, "Wake me up if you want to eat." Fuchen stared at Lu Youming, blinking his eyes, without any reaction.

Lu Youming stared at Fuchen, remembering Xiaojie's mother hesitated to speak, and finally just said, "Fuchen is different from other children."

Lu Youming understood what she meant.

Now he also doubts: Is there something wrong with the floating dust.

Dumbness, or some kind of genius disease.

He heard that some children did not respond. At the beginning, they did not respond. They could not speak at the age of two or three. Finally, they went to the hospital for an examination and were told that they had autism.

It seems to be a disease of genius.

Don't worry about it.

As soon as Lu Youming let go, Fuchen got up again by himself and went to touch the milk powder.

Didn't listen to him at all.

Lu Youming got up and made milk powder for Fu Chen.

Fu Chen was watching from the side, motionless.

After washing it, give it to Fuchen, watching Fuchen holding the milk, eating intently.

Lu Youming watched, then suddenly took the bottle away.

Fuchen's eyeballs immediately turned to Lu Youming, expressionless.

"Slightly slightly slightly." Lu Youming pulled his face and made a grimace.

Fuchen was expressionless, staring at Lu Youming, serious like an old man.

"Creak creak." Lu Youming scratched the floating dust again.

Fuchen raised his hand and slapped Lu Youming on the face.

Lu Youming: "Grass."

Pushed the floating dust head with his hand.

The floating dust tumbler seemed to turn back again.

Lu Youming was upset, so he threw the bottle back.

Fu Chen held the bottle and drank seriously.

Lu Youming squinted at the floating dust, feeling "unhappy".

don't laugh.

Also likes to beat people.

Could it be facial paralysis?
Anyway, it's not mentally retarded.

Lu Youming also thinks broadly.

As long as he is not mentally retarded, he does not need to raise Fuchen for a lifetime.Although it is troublesome if you can't speak, you are smart and you won't suffer.

He has seen the dust fight.Never suffer - that's smart.

Lu Youming got up, went out to brush his teeth and wash his face.

The uncle stood in his own courtyard and chatted with him, "How did you deal with Zhang Guihua's family? I heard that they fought and quarreled all night yesterday."

"Oh, the pots and pans are all broken. I heard that the sweet-scented osmanthus was beaten badly by his man. The child is still crying inside."

"Zhang Guihua shouted inside, calling her brother to save her."

"Her man shouted, it's useless to come. Either I pick you up directly, or you die here!"

"What a mess."

"In the end, the police came forward to mediate."

"Hey, I see that this morning, her man's cheekbones were all injured, so he went out to work. This sweet-scented osmanthus is not weak."

"When I was shopping for vegetables, Zhang Guihua also saw red on her head."

"The couple are not ordinary people."

Lu Youming was expressionless, staring at the weeds in front of him, brushing his teeth, letting the old man babble.

It was the aunt who came out and patted the uncle, "Okay. Talk about so much. Go carry water and plant the land with me." "Hey." The uncle picked up the pole and wooden bucket, followed the aunt and left to do farm work.

Lu Youming stared at Lu in front of him, with nothing in his eyes, spit out mouthwash, and went into the house to cook.

(End of this chapter)