The host of the quick-wear salted fish is the boss's favorite

Chu Shiyu looked up and surveyed the surroundings, and sure enough, he was surrounded by media, reporters, and some onlookers.

No one from the Chu family came to see them off, saying that they were afraid they couldn't bear to leave the child to suffer.

Xia Meng was just pushed out by them for show.

After all, the Chu family is a well-known family in Qing City, and the young master's condition will also attract attention from the outside media.

They threw him out openly on the pretext of trying everything possible.

I had no choice but to leave my sickly three-year-old son to the nanny for your own good and to keep you alive.

He ignored her for 15 years and only gave the nanny living expenses every year.

Such a cruel family became the source of the original owner's stubbornness and unwillingness. Even though she had biological parents who loved her, she still wanted to get their attention. Isn't this just being restless and humiliating when she can't get it?

"Xiao Li, hurry up and get in the car with the baby." Xia Meng urged with red eyes.

Upon hearing this, Xiaoli hurriedly carried her three-year-old baby in her arms and got into a shabby van.

Chu Shiyu: “........”Okay, let’s leave it at that for now.

Jiang Li is a young nanny who returns to her hometown to get married. Bringing him along would be like a burden.

However, the employer gave me the money and said that as long as I stayed alive, that was all that mattered.

[Raise your child in poverty and enjoy a noble life] She also understands some of the pros and cons of this. Such people cannot enjoy any blessings, otherwise they will suffer backlash.

It doesn't take much effort anyway, so it's better to waste this money.

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The van was filled with the smell of car exhaust, which made Chu Shiyu feel very uncomfortable and wanted to vomit.

Jiang Li's eyes were full of curiosity: "Why is the young master so well-behaved today?" He didn't cry, make a fuss or shout.

The baby's face turned pale and blue.

"Aunt Xiao Jiang, I feel like vomiting and my head feels dizzy." He said in a weak and babyish voice.

Jiang Li's face darkened when she heard that, and she quickly asked the driver to park the car by the roadside.

She got out of the car with the man in her arms, looking disgusted: "Is this better?"

The little baby's expression was visibly relieved: "Auntie Xiao Jiang, I don't want to take that car. The smell of that car is too bad."

This shabby van was specially arranged by the Chu family for show.

Jiang Li also didn't want to ride in such a smelly car. She would rather take a long-distance bus to return home.

After thinking for a moment, she made a decision: "Okay, let's take the bus later."

"Yeah, thank you Auntie Xiao Jiang."

It was the first time that Jiang Li saw the young master being so well-behaved and even saying thank you to her.

Did he know that he had been abandoned?

Jiang Li's heart was softened by his soft and sweet voice.

I sighed to myself: What a poor kid.

A moment later, Jiang Li carried the person into the car, opened the window to let in some fresh air, and asked the driver to drive the car to the nearby bus station.

And so, two days passed.

Jiang Li finally arrived at her own Nanshi, a remote small town in Yanbei District [Huatian Town]

In the past decade or so, the government has attached great importance to rural construction, so there is no dilapidated, muddy or stone road scene here.

On the contrary, the mountains and rivers are beautiful, the roads are flat, and most of the houses are self-built in the countryside, including various bungalows and courtyards, and of course there are also brick and tile bungalows.

There is also a gap between the rich and the poor in rural areas.

Jiang Li's family is one of the poorer ones.

When she returned to her hometown to get married, her father betrothed her to the Zhang family in the same village in exchange for a dowry.

The Zhang family's son was quite handsome, so she did not resist and agreed to the marriage.

Jiang Li was walking on a country path, dragging a suitcase and holding the hand of her three-year-old child.

A breeze blew, and the golden wheat fields on both sides of the road swayed gently in the wind.

The wind in May is particularly refreshing.

A handsome young man in a suit and tie came towards them, holding the hand of a little boy who was a head taller than Chu Shiyu.

Chu Shiyu widened his eyes and stared at the little boy with a cold face.

A smaller version of Fu Lingye?

This is so interesting.

The little boy seemed to sense something and looked at him as well. His small figure was reflected in those bright eyes.

The originally silent little boy raised his head and asked in confusion: "Dad, this child is so thin and small, and his clothes are so torn. Is he a little beggar?"

If he is a beggar, can I take him home and raise him?

His eyes are so beautiful, I want to collect them.

Fu Tingchuan's eyes flashed with surprise when he heard that. He looked in the direction of his finger and saw that he really looked like a little beggar.

He looked puzzled. The young girl was dressed appropriately, but the little baby she was holding was in tatters.

He frowned and stretched out his hand to block Jiang Li's way. It was the first time Jiang Li saw such a handsome young man, and she stopped with a blush.

She asked shyly, "Big brother, what can I do for you?"

Fu Tingchuan's polite tone contained a hint of oppression: "Excuse me, may I ask what is your relationship with the little baby in your hand?"

Jiang Li was a little nervous and didn't know how to answer his question, but her subconscious inferiority complex made her not want to reveal her identity as a nanny.

“I picked this up on the road.”

The little boy's eyes lit up when he heard this, and he quickly grabbed the man's arm: "Dad, let's pick him up too."

His son usually ignores him and looks at him with indifference as if he is a mentally retarded person.

This was the first time Fu Tingchuan saw his son was so interested in something and needed his help.

Since his son rarely spoke, he had to intervene: "Where did you pick this up?"

One lie often requires countless lies to cover it up.

Jiang Li made up a story: "I found him at a train station in another city. He was begging at the time. I felt sorry for him so I picked him up."

Hearing this, Fu Tingchuan squatted down, looked at the skinny little baby in front of him and asked, "Did she pick you up?"

Chu Shiyu's acting skills were instantly on point, with big red, watery eyes and a sobbing voice as he said, "Uncle, my parents don't want me anymore. Can you pick me up and take me home?"

Jiang Li panicked, forgetting that the little kid also had a mouth. She was afraid that he would say something nonsense, so she picked him up and wanted to leave in a panic.

How could Fu Tingchuan let her go so easily? He said in a cold tone, "You kidnapped her back, didn't you?"

Jiang Li was furious: "What nonsense are you talking about? How could I do such an illegal thing?"

The little boy asked with a cold face: "You didn't kidnap him back, why are you running away?"

Fu Tingchuan warned coldly: "If you don't tell the truth, I will call the police."

Jiang Li's face flushed with embarrassment, and she fearfully told the whole story in detail.

After listening to this, Fu Tingchuan looked at the weak little baby with a hard-to-tell expression: "Is what she said true?"

Chu Shiyu nodded pitifully: "Uncle, can I go with you? I don't want to go with Aunt Xiao Jiang."

Jiang Li lost her composure when she heard this: "Young Master, what nonsense are you talking about? We can't go with strangers."

"You just need to stay here until you are 18, then you can go back to Qing City to find your parents."

The little boy had a stern face and was instantly unhappy: "How much is it? I'll buy it."