After wearing books and raising cubs, I am rich

42.

The Nanwan villa area is built on the outskirts of City B.

In order to distinguish this kind of noble and glamorous villas from the self-built brick bungalows in the countryside, real estate developers even planned a long circle of green flat land.The green belt divides the rich and the poor into two levels, separated by Nanwan Avenue, like a high wall that cannot be overcome.

The poor have no way of knowing how much it costs to maintain the green grass every year.Occasionally, they saw a few gardeners carrying medicine baskets in the early morning, and they stopped because of the distance.

Just like at this time, the Venus had just been polished, and several gardeners packed their bags, and disappeared on the lawn before the people in the villa woke up.

"Today, the big bosses are so early~"

Lao Wang muttered to his colleagues beside him, "Everyone looked up, a black car roared past the entrance and exit of the community, and soon disappeared on Nanwan Avenue.

"It's a big car that consumes a lot of gas, it's so fast!"

"It's not going to be good soon,? Hit one and kill one, and your family will be more comfortable!"

One of them, an older man, was talking nonsense, which made the people around him get acquainted.

"What are you talking nonsense about! It's bad luck to say you're dead in the morning!"

Really bad luck!

Half an hour later, in the detention center not far from Nanwan District, Ouyang Fen answered the old gardener's words, foamed at the mouth, and died beside the iron gate.His right arm was red and swollen. If one had to look closely, the raised veins were pierced with rows of tiny pinholes...

The Land Rover continued to move towards the city center, its black paintwork gleaming in the newly rising sun.The wheels rolled over the roadblock, and the driving became more and more stable. With a touch of death, it sprinted towards the goal like no one else was there.

A yellow-green taxi drove out from the corner, and followed the "Death Luxury Car" not too far away.

"FM88.90B city traffic radio, now we will insert a road condition message for you..."

The young man in the taxi poked the radio button twice, and then gave a wild smile to the passenger in the back seat: "Baby, what should we do if we drive without a license and get caught by your father again?"

"Muyan's apartment on Chengshun Road, the two people on the needle DNA are there." The man in the back seat continued to flip through the documents in his hand without looking up, and said, "Catch me back? You beat my dad's head again!"

Little Young: "..."

Two hours later, the national civil servants went to work normally.At the gate of the Kyushu Municipal Police Station, Director Sheng, dressed in uniform, walked in handsomely. He happened to bump into Xi Chaowu, who was carrying a box of Yakult.

"Uncle Sheng, are you alright?" An Ran also just got out of the car, saw the director covering her forehead and looking up at her child, and hurried over.

Sheng Guoshan waved his hand, pointed cheerfully at the forehead that just hit red, and said with a smile: "It's okay, I'm PTSD! A few years ago, I was smashed by a bastard with an apple. Now when I hit this spot, I, I feel That bastard is going to be a demon!"

Director Sheng was smashed in the head by an intern under his command four years ago, which was a major event that everyone knew about.This intern, An Ran, still knew him. It was the little policeman with night blindness who visited the detention center at night.

The little police cap was quite a favorite of his family, Mrs. Xi Lu'an, but An Ran had just taken over the canteen of the city bureau, and that little police cap had already been dismissed.

An Ran: "Why don't you come to the cafeteria after punching out your card, and I'll make you some good supplements?"

Sheng Guoshan was an impolite master, he happily agreed and even made a small request.He just loves noodles with lard, but it's a pity that the old woman in the family takes care of him tightly, and he will be separated from the pig at this old age.

"Don't throw away the lard residue, just give it to me as a topping!"

"Uncle, don't worry." An Ran said, "I'll give you another big row!"

There was a little accident at the door, but fortunately, people from the Municipal Bureau like to step on it when they go to work.When An Ran brought Xi Zhaowu into the cafeteria, there were only a few boys on night shift, with dark circles under their eyes, who were still slurping the spicy soup in the bowl.

"Little boss, are you here? What's for supper tonight? I work late!"

"The stewed beef brisket with potatoes left over at noon, okay?"

"Okay, okay, save me some soup, I'll ask my mother not to cook for me tonight!"

"Success," An Ran pointed to a piece of land, and asked Xi Chaowu to put down Yakult and put on his own chef's clothes, "Do you eat noodles or soup noodles? Shall I make you some too?"

"Soup noodles, no lard." Xi Zhaowu is currently training his muscles, and he doesn't even touch pigs. "I'll tie it for you, you look up."

"No, I'll do it myself..." Even though An Ran said this, when the child was right in front of her eyes, she couldn't help but raise her chin.

An Ran is a chef with a rating, and the collar of his chef uniform is a bit cumbersome.The black belt must pass through three or four loops, and then tied in a strict knot on the left side.

The child's pretty fingers twirled the belt skillfully, and wrapped it around his neck, his eyes were lowered as if he was completing a very sacred event!

An Ran: "Hey, you're like wearing a red scarf for your son!"

Xi Zhaowu glanced at him, with an indescribable taste: "Okay, my big boy!"

"Tsk tsk tsk," An Ran stretched out her hand and punched the child's stomach, "Here's a pole for you, how dare you climb it!"

An Ran and the others were going to take a family portrait this afternoon. In order to save time, he decided to get up early and come to the Municipal Bureau to make lunch early.In this way, it is convenient to go to the store to help and walk with the family after work, without delaying work.

Unexpectedly, not long after he woke up this morning, Xi Zhaowu with dark circles under his eyes also came out.If the child wanted to come to the city bureau with him, he naturally couldn't refuse.

After putting on the chef's uniform, An Ran looked at Xi Zhaowu's listless face, feeling a little distressed: "Go lie down there and sleep for a while, I'll make it and bring it to you."

Xi Zhaowu gave an "um", but was extremely obedient.

When An Ran cooked the noodles and poked her head out, Director Sheng was already sitting with his children, chatting more and more happily.

"You have a good idea!" Sheng Guoshan saw An Ran coming over, and he couldn't take a closer look, pointing at Xi Zhaowu, and said, "Your kid is not bad! He is much better than my son! After I see it, Wuzai will directly Studying in the police academy, let me calculate how many years I have left to retire..."

When someone praised her child, An Ran naturally also laughed happily: "I'll let him go! However, at the parents' meeting last year, their teacher said that if they keep doing this, they will be able to get into Q University steadily!"

"That would be far away from home!" Sheng Guoshan's current ideal is to find a perfect successor.Because his last two potential successors have become crooked trees.He didn't give up, and wanted to follow suit, "Wuzai, do you like Uncle's police uniform? We can still have guns occasionally, do you want to see a real gun?"

Xi Zhaowu has not only seen guns, but also more than one type, and even speaking of marksmanship, it may, perhaps, be better than Director Sheng who sits in the office.The main thing is that he has a master in Tibet, who was the last gun king.

The more Sheng Guoshan looked at Xi Chaowu, the more satisfied he became, and he felt that the other party was not the same as his own son of a bitch.He has been promoted from "uncle" to "godfather". If it wasn't for the meeting, An Ran would have suspected that the two of them would be posing in public to recognize their relatives.

"Do you want to be a policeman?" An Ran came over with a basket of potatoes to peel, and realized later that she seemed to have never guided the direction of the child's life ideal, "Talk to me, what do you want to do in the future?" ?”

Xi Chaowu peels the beans, but unfortunately he doesn't have any nails, so he can only pinch the beans with skill: "Be the most profitable."

"...Vulgar, vulgar!" An Ran looked at the child with distaste, and then casually mentioned, "You can study whatever major you want in university, as long as you don't want to be a soldier."

Ever since Xi Chaowu went to Tibet every year, the old man's heart has never been relieved.An Ran didn't understand it for the first few years, seeing such a young child follow the soldiers' field training, it was considered a strong body.Later, Xi Zhaowu gradually grew up, and his stature also increased a lot.He watched the child go away softly and come back with small scars every time, and even talked to the old man for a long time.

The old man said: "There is nothing difficult about defending your home and country. Sometimes, a gun will fly over your head. If you are lucky, you will scratch the oily skin; if you are unlucky..."

At that time, An Ran, like the old man, suffered from a disease of "I can't see Xi Chaowu going to Tibet".

"Can you promise us?" An Ran hung down the plane in her hand, and asked, "I'm also vulgar, your grandfather is also an old man now, I'm afraid that only you can control Lu'an. From now on, don't go to Tibet, okay?"

The author has something to say: After the last chapter was rewritten, it was locked.It's already under review, maybe tomorrow.