After leaving Zhao Xiaoguang's home, Lin Ze went to the hospital and gave his own hair and Yu Chen's hair to the doctors for a paternity test.
After learning that it would take a week to get the identification results, Lin Ze went back home.
As soon as Lin Ze entered the door, he saw Gan Hong sitting on the sofa. The redness and swelling on his face seemed to have gone down a bit.
"Aren't you going to pick up your son?"
Lin Ze pointed at himself, "Are you talking to me?"
"Although I am indeed sorry for you, Yu Chen is also your son."
"How can I pick him up like this?"
"You can wear a mask."
"You!"
"If you want to go, you can go. I won't go anyway." After saying that, Lin Ze went back to the bedroom.
……
"Dong dong!"
"Come in."
"It's time to eat."
Looking at Gan Hong who was looking at him cautiously at the door, Lin Ze smiled: "You remember that you can also cook?"
"It was all my fault in the past. For the sake of my son, please forgive me."
Lin Ze smiled and said nothing.
After dinner, Lin Ze returned to the bedroom.
"Dong dong!"
"Come in."
"Is something wrong?"
After Gan Hong entered the bedroom, she closed the door and lowered her head, not daring to look at him.
She was afraid that she would not be able to hide her inner hatred for Lin Ze, "What do you want?"
Seeing that Lin Ze was silent, she said again: "How about we get a divorce."
"Tomorrow is Saturday, can we get divorced next Monday?"
Lin Ze was a little hesitant. It wasn't that he couldn't bear to part with Gan Hong. He always felt that just divorcing her like this would be too cheap for her.
And he has to go to his father-in-law and mother-in-law’s house to “visit” them properly.
How can I get divorced?
"We must divorce, but I have the final say when."
If he didn't get divorced, he would be annoyed if he looked at this face all day long.
Hearing that Yu Huanshui agreed to divorce, Gan Hong ignored his demands.
Just endure it for a while longer.
Or if you can steal his phone directly, you can delete the videos inside,
Gan Hong was a little moved, but she was not sure if Lin Ze had backup elsewhere.
"Are you planning to plot against me? Why don't you go out?"
"No, no." These words frightened Gan Hong to wave his hands repeatedly and ran out of Lin Ze's room as if running for his life.
"Zi...!" "Buzz...!" "Dong...!"
Lin Ze rubbed his head in pain and walked upstairs in his pajamas.
There are two types of people who are more likely to be beaten, those who look easy to bully and those who look hard to bully.
Now Lin Ze seems to be easier to bully. His loose pajamas make his figure look very thin. He bends down deliberately, wears a pair of black flat-rimmed glasses, and puts all his bangs on his forehead.
"Hello, who is the person in charge here?" The waiter at the door glanced at him, then looked at him, his tone was polite, and he was a standard coward who followed the rules.
The worker was too lazy to pay attention to him and waved at him, as if to ward off an annoying fly.
Lin Ze bent down, came to the foreman who was drilling the floor, and shouted loudly: "Renovation is not allowed on weekends, didn't you know?"
The foreman continued drilling on the floor. He heard the sound and even saw the appearance of the person coming.
He is an honest person at first glance, and honest people are the easiest to deal with.
Lin Ze patted the foreman on the back. Unexpectedly, the honest man was quite stubborn and moved the tool in his hand in Lin Ze's direction.
Seeing that the honest man in his eyes scared him so much that he hid behind him, the foreman laughed twice.
He stopped the tools in his hands and explained impatiently: "We are workers. We have to do whatever the owner asks us to do. You have to ask the owner to stop work."
"The owner can't break the law? The law stipulates that decoration cannot be done on weekends."
Seeing the cowardly appearance in front of him, the foreman ignored him and continued drilling the floor.
Like an irritated honest man, Lin Ze angrily rushed over and unplugged the tool for drilling the floor.
When the foreman saw that this was okay, he came over angrily and yelled: "Who told you to touch this?"
"We can't decorate on weekends, we have to rest."
Seeing the bravery on this honest man's face, the foreman wanted to push this honest man with his hand.
He was sure that as long as he pushed him a little, he would be frightened and leave immediately.
Lin Ze had done so much and was waiting for this moment, the moment when the foreman's hand touched his.
Lin Ze's right hand hit the foreman's face and slapped him hard. The foreman instantly fell to the ground and became motionless.
When the worker at the door saw this situation, he picked up a wooden stick and rushed over.
"Pa!"
The little worker who rushed over fell down next to the foreman at a faster speed than he rushed over.
The foreman was slapped on the left side of his face, and the junior worker was slapped on the right side of his face. They happened to lie next to each other, once again perfectly demonstrating the beauty of symmetry.
When the owner of this house walked in, what he saw was not the busy renovation process he had imagined.
Instead, there were a foreman and a worker sitting on the ground wearing masks, and next to them was a four-eyed guy in pajamas.
"What are you going to do if you don't work?" The short, fat owner who came with his mistress accused the two workers as soon as he opened his mouth.
When the two workers heard this, they both looked at Lin Ze.
The owner understood. What's the reason for not decorating?
"What do you do?"
Lin Ze said with a sunny smile: "I am the neighbor downstairs. I came here to discuss the weekend decoration issue."
"These two worker comrades, under my persuasion, have decided not to decorate on weekends."
The owner almost suspected that there was something wrong with his ears, so he rushed over and grabbed Lin Ze's collar.
"You him"
Before I could say the remaining word, I received two big slaps on my face.
The whole person fell straight backwards. Fortunately, the mistress next to him gave him a cushion so that he would not be hurt again.
After the owner finally recovered, he immediately wanted to call the police.
Lin Ze opened the two honorary certificates he had prepared and placed them in front of him.
"Although it's useless if you call the police, I hope you can think clearly."
The owner was very angry after reading it. Even if you don't live long, what does your mental illness have to do with me?
Picking up the phone and preparing to dial the police, Lin Ze grabbed the hand he was using to make the call.
"Let me tell you a short story first. After listening to it, it's not too late to call the police."
"What do you think?" Lin Ze grabbed his hand and slowly tightened it.
"Say, say, say! Ah!" Lin Ze was very satisfied that the owner showed such expectations for his story.
"As for me... what I fear most in my life is loneliness. I don't even dare to go to the toilet alone."
"I think I'm going to die soon, and I always want to find a companion to go with me."
"This way, even if you become a ghost, you won't be lonely, don't you think?"
Halfway through the story, the owner wanted to speak, but Lin Ze stopped him with his eyes.
"And I have many advantages, the most trivial of which is that I can walk faster."
"So the person I chose must go in front of me, otherwise I'm afraid that he will fall behind, don't you think?"
"Yes yes yes"
Lin Ze let go of the pudgy owner's hand, "You can call the police now."
After hearing a little story, the pudgy owner broke into a cold sweat for some reason.
"No, no, no, I won't call the police. How could I call the police?"
"Then you took out your phone, what are you doing?"
"I...this" the pudgy owner looked at the other three people present with a pleading look.
All three of them avoided eye contact with him.
Lin Ze said slowly: "Do you want to pay the medical expenses for the two worker comrades?"
The pudgy owner nodded repeatedly, "Yes, yes, that's it, that's it." As he spoke, tears flowed down.
He quickly picked up his mobile phone and scanned 10,000 yuan for each of the two workers.
"You...do you think it's enough?"
"Absolutely. You have a very high level of consciousness."
"Because you have such a high level of awareness, I also decided to give you a gift." As he spoke, Lin Ze picked up a mask from the ground and handed it to him.
"Put it on and let others see it. Will they think you were beaten?"
"Thank you, thank you." The owner now understood why he had to pay for the medical expenses and how Lin Ze persuaded them.
"Then I'm leaving. Remember to abide by the rules and laws." Lin Ze waved to the four people in the room, patted the dust on his butt and left.
"Walk slowly!"
"Come here often to play~" This sentence was said by the mistress.
As soon as she finished speaking, the remaining three people stared at her.
"Say... it's smooth."
"Let's go! What are you waiting for?" the pudgy owner yelled impatiently.
As soon as I left the house, I scolded the mistress: "Did you suffer from an occupational disease again?"
"Husband~"
"I'm sorry~"
"The way you scolded me just now was so domineering."
"That's right, I just saw that the boy was pitiful and was about to die, so I didn't care about him."
"Otherwise I'll call hundreds of people every minute and beat him until he can't even recognize him."
"Husband~, you are so awesome~"
The foreman and workers in the room quickly took off their masks and touched the wounds carefully.
"Foreman, is this the end of the matter?"
The foreman glared at him and said sarcastically: "Then what else do you want?"
"I give you money and you can have fun secretly!"
The young worker was quite unconvinced. He felt that his dignity had been insulted, but he did not dare to contradict the foreman.
I can only pack my things silently and make some noise from time to time to express my attitude.
