[Wearing the Book] Cats refuse to be cannon fodder

Lin Jianguo is a regular staff member of the public security detention center. The policemen are very troubled by this man. They have to listen to him howl every day in charge of food and housing. It is a mental torture for people. Come over and ask them if they killed pigs and ate meat behind their backs.

Who knew that the director of the city bureau would personally call to check on their work situation, and guided them to take the initiative to talk about Lin Jianguo.

It was too irritating, it was too much, it was the loss of morality, the annihilation of humanity, the director of the city bureau blew his beard and stared angrily, and decided to imprison him for half a month on the spot.

The policemen looked at each other in blank dismay, their facial features wrinkled into bitter gourds, but they could only agree.

After Ma Yunyang hung up the phone, he picked up the veteran cadre tea mug, blew away the tea leaves floating on the water, took a sip, and let out a contented sigh.

"Well, I was very cynical just now."

Bo Chen was noncommittal about his use of this idiom, took off his glasses and put them aside, picked up the tea cup on the tea tray, and took a sip carefully. Looking at the deep ripples, he raised his head and smiled slightly at Ma Yunyang: "The tea is good, thank you uncle."

Lin Yu pushed open the unrecognizable door that was smashed by Lin Jianguo last night. When he entered the door, he was almost tripped by the upturned floor mat. Yang Xuyu stretched out his hand reflexively. Before touching Lin Yu, Lin Yu held the shoe cabinet to stand. Steady.

Yang Xuyu followed Lin Yu into the house with lowered eyebrows.

Lin Yu looked around, the things in the room were scattered all over the place, there was almost no place to stay, the dining table was lying on the ground with its legs upside down.

Yang Xuyu opened the closet, groped for a while in the interlayer gnawed out by the mouse, took out a stack of rolled hundred-yuan bills, and stuffed them into Lin Yu's hands, and said with trembling hands: "Xiao Yu, you put These are stored in your bank card, don't let your father know."

Lin Yu pressed Yang Xuyu's hand backhand, and asked, "Mom, he's already like this, why don't you divorce him?"

Yang Xuyu slumped down weakly, leaning against the wall, covering his face and sobbing: "You can't get a divorce. Once divorced, this lunatic will not let your grandma go. Your grandma is alone in the country. She is over 70 and can't bear it." Exciting."

"So you spoil yourself like this?" Lin Yu roared with red eyes.

"I'm sorry Xiaoyu, it's my mother who is useless and can't protect you." Yang Xuyu cried pear blossoms with rain, tears oozing out from between his fingers.

Yang Xuyu was originally a petite woman, only reaching Lin Yu's chest. After Lin Jianguo failed to start a business and became addicted to alcohol, he became thinner day by day. His thin shoulders seemed to break easily, and his shoulder blades protruded high, just like in his memory. The host temperament is like two different people.

Lin Yu turned around and took a deep breath, pinched his waist with one hand, pushed the broken bangs on his forehead to the back, lowered the depression in his voice, and said, "I'm sorry, my classmate said that Lin Jianguo will be locked up for at least two weeks this time. , let's move out first, and I'll figure out a way."

Lin Yu kicked the beer bottle by his feet, rolled out with a grunt, and hit the coffee table.

"There's no need to tidy up here, just tidy up the bed, and you'll be able to fall asleep in the past few days."

Yang Xuyu's moist eyes stared blankly at Lin Yu, who was completely different from before. He couldn't find the shadow of the past at all. His son had really changed, more like a mature child, who could give her a kind of Strong sense of dependability.

She thought of the boy's solid back this morning, standing in front of her, kicking that lunatic far away, with the light all over his body, dispelling the darkness, she almost thought that there would really be a god descending to the world.

But the fact is that there are no gods in this world, and gods do not overcome the suffering of all beings, but she has a child who is more reliable than gods.

"Xiaoyu..." Yang Xuyu called out. Lin Yu, who was checking the TV situation, looked at her and asked, "What's wrong?"

Yang Xuyu smiled with tears in his eyes, and said, "It's okay, I'm afraid all of this is just my imagination."

Lin Yu was stunned for a moment, walked up to Yang Xuyu, pulled her into his arms, closed his eyes and sighed.

Why has his master lived under the shadow of a man for two lifetimes.

Yang Xuyu went to bed very late at night, and her eyelashes were still trembling in her sleep. She hugged the quilt and curled up into a small ball. Lin Yu sat by the bed, slowly stretched her brows, and said firmly:

"Don't worry, even if Lin Jianguo is released at that time, I will let him stay here for less than half an hour."

……

Late at night in the suburbs, the sound of a Maybach's engine broke the silence of the woods on both sides. The carved iron gate in front slowly opened, and the car drove straight in. When the Maybach stopped, the butler who had been waiting for a long time quickly opened the door and stood by the side , bowed respectfully.

After Bo Chen got out of the car, he threw the car keys to the butler, who followed Bo Chen and told him, "Master, Boss has been waiting for you in the study for an hour, after you go, don't quarrel with Boss. "

Bo Chen asked expressionlessly: "Have I ever quarreled with him since I was a child?"

"Uh..." the butler thought to himself, you might as well have an argument with the president.

Jin Rongqing, who was embroidering in the living room, saw Bo Chen coming in, quickly put down the cross stitch in his hand, pulled Bo Yang to his side, stood up awkwardly, and said dryly: "Xiao Chen is back, why don't you say anything when you come back, it's time for dinner." without?"

Bo Chen ignored her and went straight upstairs. Jin Rongqing smiled dryly and watched Bo Chen disappear around the corner of the stairs.

Jin Rongqing was one of Bo Yuyang's many lovers who succeeded in taking the position. When they got married, Bo Chen was only in the fifth grade. He never showed up, but he sent a mighty funeral procession to Bo Yuyang.

The scene back then was unbearable, the paper money was scattered all over the wedding venue, the Shengtian suona rang out in unison, and people pinched Bo Yuyang for a long time before he woke up.

This wedding was withdrawn in less than a minute after being posted on Weibo, but it was still no match for the forwarding speed of netizens. It was hailed as "the most unlucky wedding of the year". She still had the cheek to bring her three and a half year old son into the main house of the Bo family.

Fortunately, after Jin Rongqing came to power, in order to stabilize his position, he tried his best to please the future Patriarch of the Bo family. Bo Yang was also educated by her to be useless, and there was nothing wrong with it, and Bo Chen didn't bother to touch them.

Bo Yuyang stood by the floor-to-ceiling window with his arms folded and looked downstairs. There was no wave on his face. After the study door was pushed open, Bo Yuyang turned sideways and saw Bo Chen, the eyebrows that slanted into his temples could be pinched to death. A fly was gone.

"I thought you weren't coming back."

"Why didn't I come back? I was called back so suddenly, I thought my father was gone." Bo Chen sat down on the sofa, crossed his legs, and spoke flatly, as if chatting about family matters.

Bo Yuyang didn't have time to play tricks on him, so he went straight to the point: "I stayed in Class 1 well, why did I transfer to Class 5?"

Bo Chen raised his head and looked straight into his eyes, and said, "Does my grades have anything to do with which class I'm in? If you have time to waste time on me, why don't you take care of Bo Yang, the grades are almost out of the car It’s over, those who didn’t know thought you had a genetic mutation.”

"Huh..." Bo Yuyang raised his mouth, "It does have the temperament of a patriarch, but you have to remember that the Bo family can have half of the Huaguo market now, not because of their lip service. Call me back next week." class one."

"If you call me back tonight to talk nonsense, I won't accompany you." Bo Chen got up to leave, and when he put his hand on the doorknob, he suddenly said: "I won't go back to class 1, oh yes, and On the day of my mother's death, don't let me see you in Yangshan Cemetery."