"We will help you." The village secretary turned around and said.
To be honest, I don’t want to believe that the father of the child is this person.
But everyone felt that no fool would give the child to him.
If it is proven that it is not the father, it would be better to send him to an orphanage.
"The household registration book is gone too," Lu Youming said to the village secretary.
The feeling of being a scoundrel.
The secretary took a deep look at Lu Youming and sighed.
He was fully aware of Lu Youming's background. It was just that at that time Lu Youming was looking at the sun, he was quick at work, and he was about to start a family and start a business.
People always believe that people who have a family will live better.
With bonds, there comes responsibility.
Whether it is family responsibilities or social responsibilities, they will be shouldered unconsciously.
For the sake of the well-being of that small family.
It’s also for the sake of the child’s future.
His ex-girlfriend Jiang Meili ran away, and Lu Youming became depressed. There were many people in the village talking about it.
Everyone does not trust him and is afraid that he will cause trouble.
Now that we have a child and a family, everyone is willing to save a little face.
"Lu Youming, do you dislike her for being a girl, so you don't want to raise her?"
I've heard everything about what happened in the morning.
"My personal suggestion is that you should take good care of her. Only when she is here will everyone be willing to accept you," the secretary said.
Wang Liang watched from the side and opened his mouth, "If you are willing to support him, we can help you apply for household registration."
The uncle was holding Fuchen, a hundred times unhappy.
"He raises it? It's better for me to raise it." The uncle yelled.
Wang Liang turned around and asked, "Does your family agree? The adoption procedure is not easy to handle."
"We can apply for a DNA test and see if it can be approved. If possible, we can do one for you for free," the older policeman said.
Lu Youming kept silent.
The old man cried out, "Humph, do you think he is happy with it? He wants this girl to die."
Lu Youming stared at the uncle, took the child back from the uncle's hands, and stared at the uncle with an unkind look.
The uncle wanted to speak, but was stopped by the elderly policeman.
Fuchen bit the pacifier and was still drinking milk.
Lu Youming held the bottle at an angle, and the bottle slowly slipped off.
The uncle reached out to pick it up.
Lu Youming noticed it, put his hand flat, and put the bottle back into the child's mouth.
"Cough, cough." The milk flowed back, and the floating dust choked the milk.
Lu Youming had no choice but to lift it up, and the bottle fell to the ground again, rolling ashes from the pacifier.
"Hey, how can you act like a father?" The uncle looked disgusted, picked up the pacifier, picked up the iron rod from before, put it into the pressure well, and washed the pacifier with water.
Lu Youming hugged Fuchen with an expressionless face.
The baby in her hand was still crying and was being held tightly by the man.
"You should think about it carefully," the older policeman said, admonishing, "The child must not be injured again. Be careful when sleeping. Don't crush him."
Wang Liang took out his camera and pressed the button.
Lu Youming's eyes moved unconsciously and saw the photos inside...the photos on the child's neck.
When was the photo taken?
Lu Youming felt that the top of his head was cracking, and now it was the scene of the crime. He was being pressed down to identify the scene...
Heart pounding.
Everyone followed and went out again.
The crowd dispersed.
The uncle was also dragged out by the aunt, "You can do it. You are looking for something all day long. Come back here. I haven't peeled the beans yet. I'm still waiting to be cooked."
It's almost noon and it's time to cook.
After going out, Wang Liang thought of something unusual and asked his partner, "Brother, tell me, did he hide something in the cabinet?"
The older police officer smiled and said, "I don't know what he is hiding. But I do know that he is quite jealous of you."
The two of them thought about it for a while, but neither of them thought about criminal matters.
The police rarely come into contact with criminal cases. They are basically disputes where the elderly need to be taken to the hospital. Group fights are serious. There are one or two a year.
"Brother, do you think that is his child? I can't tell."
"What can you tell when it's older? You'll know when it grows older." The older police officer said, "A lot of baby girls are thrown away these days. If it's not his child, giving it to him will mean death."
The conversation changed, "However, I see that he knows clearly that it is probably his child."
"Let's try our best to apply for a DNA test. If it's not his child, the child will be sent to an orphanage. It may not be a bad idea to go there."
The elderly police officer said to Wang Liang, "(He has a criminal record) let's keep an eye on him. If he is not good for the child, send the child away immediately."
Wang Liang nodded.
A man walked out from the corner, smiled and nodded at the two police officers.
The two police officers also smiled and nodded.
The man stopped and watched the two people leave. When he couldn't hear anything else, he turned around and continued walking.
The man came to Lu Youming's house carrying a bag of cooked food.
The sound of a baby crying could be heard in the brick house.
The man was walking on the cement road in the courtyard, and the weeds tickled his leg hair, making him feel a little itchy.
Lu Youming's low-pitched curse came to his ears, "Cry, cry, cry, I'll cry to death."
The man entered the house carrying a bag of cooked food and said with a smile, "Youming, have you eaten?"
Lu Youming looked up, saw the man, and looked at the bag of cooked food.
Roast duck.
People I haven’t contacted in eight hundred years rushed over today.
Lu Youming sat on a small stool, "What are you doing here?"
Wang Jiajun smiled and picked up the bag of cooked food, "I heard that you are a father. Come and see you."
I glanced at the open bottle on the table. There was still half a bottle of milk in it. The pacifier was placed aside.
The child is lying on the bed crying.
Wang Jiajun put down the bag, covered the pacifier cover, and walked to the bed to feed the child.
Quite familiar.
When Fuchen touched the pacifier, he immediately stopped crying, bit the pacifier and started sucking it.
The action is urgent.
I'm hungry.
Wang Jiajun looked at the child, studied it for a moment, and said, "She looks a lot like you."
Lu Youming hugged the person, stood up, and pushed the person away, "Are you sure? Let's go after you're done."
Wang Jiajun was pushed to the door. When he saw that the door was about to be closed, the meat was still inside, he immediately said loudly, "When I arrived, I heard Wang Liang and others talking about you."
The pushing and shoving stopped abruptly.
Lu Youming's face was gloomy, waiting for Wang Jiajun. Wang Jiajun did not continue speaking, but looked at him with his head held high.
Lu Youming raised his foot and gave him a kick.
"Huh?" the passerby said, jumping away and walking outside the door, pointing at Lu Youming and Maiqiao, "I'm warning you, be nice to me."
Lu Youming stared at Wang Jiajun with a gloomy look like a mouse that had not seen the sun for eight hundred years.
Half a month later, Lu Youming still surrendered to the door and said "Come in". He opened the door and made way.
Wang Jiajun swaggered into the room and sat down on the small stool - the only stool in the room.
"Uh-huh." Wang Jiajun reminded.
Lu Youming remained silent for a moment, with forbearance in his pupils. The next moment, he collected his emotions and took out a small table and a small stool from the hut without expression.
The table is propped up.
The teapot is at your feet.
He took out a bottle of Erguotou from the room and placed it on the table.
The morning pot of rice, four bowls, and two pairs of chopsticks were brought out from the kitchen.
A roast duck, a bottle of wine, and half a pot of rice.
Lu Youming sat down and said, "Let's talk."
Wang Jiajun laughed out loud, put the bowls himself, and poured wine for the two of them, "This is so true."
