Chapter 342 The father and son picking up trash in the interstellar world 42
When Yun Fei and Wu Zhe met for the first time, both sides had a subtle feeling.
Yunfei: Did the comic hero come out of the book?
Wu Zhe: A person who cannot divine the past and future using witchcraft.
But his blood told him that this person was harmless.
Thinking of this, Wu Zhe took off his politeness, bowed and apologized, "I'm sorry about your father's matter. This is my dereliction of duty as the leader of the country."
He is indeed responsible for this matter, and he will not shirk it, nor will he lose face when he apologizes.
After all, it was a life and a soldier of his federation defending his homeland.
To be honest, this situation is inevitable whether it is in the federation or elsewhere.
If Yunfei hadn't been outstanding enough to come into the eyes of senior officials like them, who would have noticed that someone at the bottom was unjustly accused and died.
They were soldiers stationed abroad, but no one really knew what happened.
Yunfei naturally understands this truth, as long as the executioner is dead. If he insists on pursuing the protective umbrella behind the executioner and wants to uproot it, it would be too ignorant.
He also bowed in return and said: "Your Majesty, the words are serious. The Federation is so big, how can you pay attention to everyone? Political affairs are already heavy enough."
"I'm thirsty, get a bottle of juice."
Don't ask, it's just tiring to ask.
And his charm that only gives favors, not sells them.
Because he has become so exhausted that he no longer cooks, and is no longer the sanator with exquisite diet.
At the age of thirteen this year, he has not yet come into his rebellious phase, but he feels that his father's rebellious phase is quite long.
"Dad, wake up quickly and have breakfast!"
Since he taught a group of students, the number of visits to the sanatorium has become less and less.
The man in bed muttered something unknown.
This is the strength of the Federation's No. 1 sanator.
Because there were four people in the family, he was the only one who could sleep until noon. The others got up at seven in the morning and rushed to school.
But Yunfei's action is different. Patients on the verge of mutation have a chance of pressing the stop button.
Why do you say it's about causing hatred?
Do you still need my son to help you improve the game levels later?"
Xia Qingzhu, who was drinking porridge calmly, raised his eyebrows and said, "Oh? Are you promising and want to domestically abuse your son?"
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People in gorgeous clothes arrived in an endless stream holding invitations.
"Yes, yes, you are a slave who stretches out his hands when clothes come and opens his mouth when food comes. How wronged you are.
"Then I understand, confiscate my game account and use it for yourself, right?"
"It's useless to fight. Your skills can't keep up, and you'll be reported to the police within two days."
All in all, it's very hateful.
Which person who stays up late has eaten breakfast? If you don’t eat, don’t eat!
However, Xia Qingzhu did not allow him to do this, "Get up quickly and go to bed after breakfast. Are you not planning to get stomachache?"
"Um, Dad is full and goes back to his room to sleep first. Son, please remember to wake me up in the afternoon!"
Occasionally, when Xia Qingzhu doesn't have time to come back, Xia Wu or Xia Qin will bring him food.
Seeing the person who had finished washing go directly to open the refrigerator, Xia Qingzhu gritted his teeth and asked: "Dad, what do you want to do?"
The man with a playful smile makes his beautiful facial features look greasy.
Seeing that the person had already rushed back to the room in a hurry, the little boy could only sigh helplessly.
Xia Qingzhu, wearing a tie and shirt, was helping him organize his speech at the desk, while Yunfei was lying on the bed with no intention of getting up.
Although under his training, the group of therapists has become large enough, everyone still wants to enter Xinxing Sanatorium.
Especially the vegetable patch, even as noble as Wu Zhe, he couldn't help but be extremely excited.
Stay at home all day, watch live broadcasts, play games, watch movies, read novels...
"Don't go to bed just after you've eaten. Play some games before going to bed."
Five years have passed in a flash.
Since plants began to become popular, Yunfei has not kept secrets at all and has published many recipes.
Even at noon, Xia Qingzhu was asked to bring food back from school for him to eat.
With Yunfei's popularity in recent years, as soon as he appeared on the stage, dignitaries rushed over to make friends.
But the corners of Xia Qingzhu's lips still curled up, childishly!
"Drinking ice so early in the morning, your stomach really doesn't want it? I've cooked soy milk for you, drink it quickly and go back to sleep for you."
Xia Qingzhu looked at him with a half-smile but asked, "Then who keeps saying that his account has been blocked and his life is meaningless? He is begging me to fight for him?"
The two parties intended to make good friends, and Xia's father was not mentioned again in the subsequent conversation. The two of them talked and laughed about the nursing home.
"What did you say?"
Today, Yunfei needs to attend a party to receive the grand prize of the number one therapist in the federation.
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"If you can't afford it anymore, I will run away from home with my uncles and aunts and let you live on your own without anyone caring about you!"
Let me tell you, I don’t even have the face to give it to my own son, so I will exercise my father’s rights later.”
Tonight, the lights of the Federal Hotel are brightly lit, and there are many limited edition speed cars parked in front of the door.
Yunfei, who didn't sleep until midnight while playing games, didn't want to move.
His students' recuperation effects are also good, but they are still insufficient to deal with severe cases.
"What are you talking about? Our family is civilized and we won't do anything."
This sentence almost made Xia Qingzhu angry to death. She ripped off the quilt and opened the curtains.
"Hey, if it doesn't delay your study, then help me hit it. It's too low, and people will laugh at dad."
Yun Feiba sighed and compromised, "Okay, alas... Who told me, your father, to be a son-slave?"
Behind him is Xia Qingzhu, wearing a tie, shirt and trousers.
Yunfei, dressed in a black suit, stepped off the speed car with his hands in his pockets.
Not to mention how uncomfortable it was, my face turned pink.
"You are still a child, playing games affects your studies..."
"knew!"
Time flies.
Seeing that his father had already sat up with his head on the chicken coop, he accepted his fate and went to help get clothes and breakfast.
This is recognized by the people. Even the empire's Laixi Zi is not one-tenth as good as him.
There are also Xia Wu wearing a royal blue suit and Xia Qin wearing a small dress.
After all, there are still only a few apprentices who are better than their masters.
Alas, who knew this was my biological father?
Yunfei refused, "You can say that I don't cook well, I don't play music well, and my vegetable growing skills are not good, but you can't say that I am a good gamer.
It's a good thing his mother died early, otherwise it would be like having an extra child.
"Isn't there an artificial stomach..."
Maybe one day, a small life will be saved just because of a small animal skin.
After learning that these were all for eating after a while, his heart started to bleed, but he still pretended to be calm...
"Mr. Xia, you came very early today!"
"Haha, you came earlier."
"Mr. Xia is the protagonist today, congratulations."
"Everyone is giving me face." Yunfei did not deny it, although the winner of this award will not be announced until later.
But in fact, it has already spread throughout the world. It was originally an honor established for him by the leader of the country, Wu Zhe.