Migrant workers who entered the system refused to work overtime

Chapter 37

It's not that the prison has brought her so much fear, it's just that every time she sees something related to Bai Xiao, there must be nothing good.

Father Song didn't pay too much attention to Chen Tong, and after a quick glance, he lowered his head and continued to beat.Chen Tong patted the sand on his body, and suddenly looked at the clay sculpture's eyes again, still feeling a little guilty.

But as far as the matter is concerned, the other people are quite good, because of Beihe's role as a monster, Chen Tong has a high opinion of Baixiao.

Little A changed into a men's business suit and poked half of her head out of her hair, "Hey, it's the scent of a colleague."

Chen Tong: "Don't write everything into the memory stick. Next time, please put your mind on the right way after watching the advertisement, thank you."

Song Hongchun seemed to be a different person, or maybe everyone who was busy with work was the same. His indifferent attitude was very different from the care and love he had a month ago.

Chen Tong leaned forward, feeling that it was necessary to chatter before entering the topic, but the moment she approached, "Song Hongchun" seemed to froze for a moment, and his eyebrows frowned slightly.

Eh?What's the matter with cheap dad?
Could it be that he smelled it because he had been in prison for two days?

Ah this ah this.

"Father, I..."

"Song Hongchun" suddenly changed his face, and smiled very kindly, the smile that involved muscles, and the pulsating veins really made this handsome face not look like a good person.

"Next time, next time, don't be so rash."

Chen Tong:?

Taking advantage of the time when the cheap daughter commits a second crime, the painless father 446 hurriedly contacted the system that he didn't know where he went——quick, hurry, that puppet girl of the Song family came to find her father!

"Isn't it in the underground palace, can this be found?"

"That's not right. Anyway, come back quickly. This wooden girl of the Song family is smart and can fight, and Song Hongchun is a daughter slave. If I can't hold back, I will be exposed. We have agreed, I will only be in charge of supervision, Not responsible for the work, let alone being beaten!"

"Stay a little longer."

……

Bai Xiao sighed, and turned off the signal source casually.

The repair progress on the panel has just reached 98, which is still a little bit short. Fortunately, it likes to pick the difficult ones first and then do the simple ones. The rest is just Song Hongchun's job as a potter.

If Song Zhixi hadn't been used to put pressure on him, he wouldn't have come up with a good way to rescue people from the imperial mausoleum and gather the best tribute craftsmen to repair it.As for how to convince other tribute craftsmen to trust him, Bai Xiao couldn't control that much.

It's not a nosy system from start to finish.

……

Ding Dang Dang, Chen Tong sat by and watched him busy.

I don't know if Father Song is not feeling well, frowning for a while, closing his eyes for a while, not to mention sweating profusely, and the beauty of the clay in his hand has declined visibly with the naked eye.

Good guy, will this really not deduct money?

Chen Tong coughed twice politely, only to hear a few "sizzling" sounds of sanding, and the product in Song's father's hand was scrapped again.

Chen Tong: ...

Really "touch porcelain".

Seeing that he was about to come again after throwing away the waste product, Chen Tong held the prodigal man's hand heartbroken, "Father, can we stop taking a loan to go to work?"

Speaking without intention, the listener is intentional.

Before 446 had time to ask Song Zhixi where he knew the term "loan to work", Song's father took advantage of his slack time to take over the initiative of his thoughts from the shackles, the mechanical movements stopped, and Song's father took Song Zhixi's arm back, taking advantage When the two were out of position, they slipped something out of the sleeve and stuffed it into her hand.

Chen Tong looked up at him, asking questions.

Father Song avoided her gaze and held her hand tightly.

"Your mother's hairpin, take it."

Having been with the soil for a long time in the dark and cold underground palace, his palms are not as warm as ordinary people.In particular, Chen Tong always gave Chen Tong a sense of déjà vu with his vaguely dejected aura.

Ah, I remembered.

His face was also like this after he vomited blood that day.

But why does it feel like this time is much more serious, as if all the anger has been sucked away.She couldn't help gesticulating in his hands, asking him what happened and if he needed help.

"Zhixi is so smart. It was indeed left to you by your mother. Never forget that she loves you more than me." Gu Youyou said that his Song Hongchun held her in his arms, just like an old father facing him. A child who is about to travel.

"Father may not see your future."

While 446 screamed, Song Hongchun took out the knife in his other sleeve.

"But your past, dad is seriously remembering it."

"Your mother made longevity noodles for you, tiger-toed shoes, little floral dresses, braided braids for you, took you on a swing, your first tooth that fell out was still on the eaves of your hometown, and a small grass grew beside it. At that time you walked towards me unsteadily, and the three of us hugged each other, that was really my happiest time."

"If one day, you want to come back, remember to call your mother's name, if possible... It's better not to let her be with me..."

Obviously it looks like a memory, but in fact it looks like an exhortation.

He seemed to have something he couldn't explain, so he could only emphasize Song Zhixi's mother over and over again.Chen Tong clutched the hairpin in his hand, his mind was in a mess.

Damn, what kind of alternative support.

Doesn't this make it clear that Song's father knows that she is not Song Zhixi, and also knows that she can travel through time and space, so what is he doing, he has to let her fight Bei He again!

Which pot does not open which pot.

()д`()

"Dang--"

The knife in his hand suddenly fell to the ground uncontrollably.Chen Tong heard the reputation and looked up, then looked up at Song Hongchun whose complexion changed suddenly, and slowly showed an awkward and decent smile.

Well, split again, right?

"Father Song" grabbed her by the neck and lifted her up like rosin, but Chen Tong was fine, the wooden man didn't have to risk suffocation to add fun to the killer.

"burden."

Ah this.

"I advise you not to think of any strange ideas. The letter is not finished, and she won't be able to live after you die. If you are sensible, cooperate well. Those who can give you water and wood will naturally know how to destroy it."

Chen Tong was speechless, how shameless you are, you stinky kidnapper!
446 chimed in, "Ah yes!"

"What's right, you are also burdensome."

……

He squatted aside and drew circles.

After scolding 446, Bai Xiao threw Chen Tong aside. If Chen Tong was forced to speak, he could only say that the sand here had a musty smell and was not very tasty.

The light in Father Song's eyes dimmed.

He took it mechanically and got back to work.

The neglected Chen Tong had just pulled out Mother Song's hairpin in the sand and put it away intimately, when he caught sight of a tall figure falling in front of him from the corner of his eye.Looking up, it was a strange clay sculpture.446, who manipulated the clay sculpture, looked down at her, "Tsk, why didn't you hit it."

Wasn't the Rosin that hit him possessed before very exciting, and Song Hongchun would be reluctant to do it?
Chen Tong got up silently, shaking the sand on his body.

"That's my dad."

"Your father is a hammer."

446 sneered, "I'm not talking about you, you don't even know how your mother died, so you think he's a good person just by hearing his one-sided words?"

"..."

"It's so funny hahahaha."

……

Chen Tong kicked the man to the side, and the native fell, and got up again after two buffers, his expression remained unchanged but his voice was angry, "You threw me again!"

Chen Tong touched his chin meaningfully, "Oh?"

again?
　Always tears in my eyes for some righteousness.

　　(though I can't write it)

　　
　
(End of this chapter)