Chapter 269 Social Garbage Dad Irritable Online 24
Chapter 269 Social Trash Dad Is Angry Online 24
Fuchen didn't like to be touched by Lu Youming, and Lu Youming was too lazy to take care of the children.
The two got together to celebrate the New Year.
Lu Youming stared at the four dishes and one soup on the table with a sullen face, while Fuchen sat on the bed and drank his own milk powder with his head down.
There was silence in the room.
Full.
Lu Youming turned on the radio and listened to the Spring Festival Gala.
It was very quiet in the empty room.
Fuchen was full and fell asleep. He was not as lively as a child at all.
Snowflakes were falling outside the window.
Lu Youming fell asleep listening to the radio.
In the distant sky, there are fireworks blooming. Colorful, like flowers blooming.
High in the night sky, gorgeous flowers swayed.
Early the next morning, someone knocked on the door to say New Year greetings.
Early in the morning on New Year's Day, people in the village pay New Year greetings to each other. This is a custom.
There are hundreds of households in the village, but only five have Ming's family on their way.
The uncle next door, Sister Liu, Zhang Cuihua (director of the Women's Federation), Wang Liang (policeman), and Xiaojie's mother.
Then came Wang Jiajun from the next village.
Lu Youming didn't bother to go to other people's homes to pay New Year's greetings. He just nodded to what others said. He would say a few words when he met Wang Jiajun.
From the second to the seventh day of the Lunar New Year, everyone visits relatives one after another to pay New Year greetings. The uncle’s house next door is very lively, and relatives visit every day to help with the cooking.
Lu Youming didn't have to cook the pot himself, and a meal was delivered to him every day.
He doesn't have to visit relatives, so he has a lot of free time, and he is bored at home.
Or play with the dust, scratch her belly to wake her up, and fight her.
Fuchen loves to use a rolling pin to fight with Fulu Youming. Even if he can't beat him, he is very persistent.
Lu Youming also took a small branch and pricked her at each other. The two of them went back and forth, and they could fight for a whole day.
On the fifth day of the Lunar New Year, Wang Jiajun took a motorcycle and shouted at the door of Lu Youming, "Mr. Cui asked you to go over and fix something. He said the range hood is broken. See if you have time to go over. I'm leaving."
There were seven people crammed into a motorcycle. They tied ropes with boards and extended the seats at the back. It beeped and took people flying.
Lu Youming looked at it without saying anything. He looked next door. The uncle and aunt next door were taken to the town to celebrate the New Year today.
When I went to Xiaojie's house again, the door to Xiaojie's house was also locked.
Lu Youming had no choice but to go to work holding Fuchen in his arms.
Mr. Cui was very surprised when he saw Fuchen, "The girl is so cute."
Fuchen is thin, oval, expressionless, and somewhat dark.
Lu Youming's expression was calm, "There is no one at home, so I had to take her out."
"It's okay, it's okay. I happen to have children too. Let's play together." Mr. Cui was very enthusiastic.
When I walked into the living room, I found a girl and a child sitting on the covered sofa. They were Mr. Cui's ex-wife and son.
The two had just divorced, and the court ruled that the son should belong to his mother, and Mr. Cui should pay him monthly living expenses.
During the Chinese New Year, his ex-wife took the children to play with him for a day. The range hood didn't work.
Lu Youming put Fuchen aside and stayed away from the child.
Fuchen was sitting on the sofa, still holding the rolling pin in his hand, staring blankly at the ground.
The woman's expression was indifferent, but the little boy, who was one year old, was very interested in his little friend Fuchen and struggled to crawl over in his mother's arms.
Mr. Cui was very enthusiastic, "Let them play together."
Lu Youming didn't dare, "Don't. Fuchen can hit people. If you touch her, she will start fighting immediately." Pointing to the rolling pin in Fuchen's hand, "This is her toy. Don't mess with her."
Mr. Cui didn't believe it, so he squatted down and slowly stretched out his hand.
Fuchen was stunned and motionless.
If your head touches the floating dust, touch your head.
Fuchen's head shook, and then Fuchen raised his head and looked at Mr. Cui, still looking cold.
When Mr. Cui went to get the rolling pin, Fuchen raised his hand and hit him.
"Ouch. That's really a beating."
Lu Youming didn't respond. He carried his tool bag and went straight to the kitchen to look at the range hood.
The range hood is very new and is said to be from Germany.
Mr. Cui told him, "If you don't smoke, the smoke won't come out."
Lu Youming tested it and found that it was pumping, but it couldn't be drained out.
Climb up and check the vent. The pipe inside is rolled up and the smoke is coming out. Just straighten it.
This range hood has not been used much since I bought it, so it is unlikely to break.
There was no repair, I just pulled the pipe, which took five minutes.
Mr. Cui took out his pocket and took out Zhang Baibai, "I'm sorry, but it's Chinese New Year. Could you please come and have a meal together?"
Lu Youming shook his head, took the hundred, turned around and left.
He doesn't like this kind of social interaction, it's very embarrassing.
What's more, it's a time when people get along as a family.
The woman walked in from the living room, "rolled up her sleeves and got ready to cook," "Just leave a piece for dinner. Your daughter has already started eating."
Lu Youming was stunned and saw Fu Chen and the child leaning together on the sofa, each holding a bottle of milk and drinking milk quietly. He took out the rolling pin and put it on the table.
Her strength demonstrates what "having breasts means she is a mother".
Lu Youming could only sit aside and watch the children.
The couple was busy in the kitchen. On the sofa, the two children were playing together.
The little boy crawled with Fuchen while getting toys.
Fuchen's eyes followed suit. Although he still had no expression, his eyes moved more frequently.
Lu Youming sat aside, turned on the TV series, and looked at the TV. From the corner of his eye, he just paid attention to the child so as not to fall.
Child playing with building blocks.
Lu Youming watched TV.
After a while, Fuchen slapped the little boy with his hand.
The little boy immediately started crying.
"What's wrong?" Mr. Cui ran out.
Lu Youming stretched out his hand, pulled Fuchen over and placed it next to him.
Mr. Cui picked up the child, and the child pointed at Fuchen, "Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuu."
Fuchen stared straight at the child without saying a word.
He can't speak, but he doesn't know how to talk.
Lu Youming glanced at the blocks on the sofa, and then looked at Fu Chen's eyes widening next to him, and he probably felt confident.
"What's wrong?"
The woman also came over to see what happened.
Fuchen still stared.
Lu Youming knew it was time to go home, "He knocked down Fuchen's blocks. Fuchen gave him a slap in the face."
The child's parents were stunned.
Mr. Cui smiled and coaxed the child, "Don't touch my sister's things."
But the woman was very serious, "Cui Yuanshu, apologize! Apologize to my sister!"
The two men looked at the woman at the same time, not quite understanding the woman's sincerity.
The little boy cried loudly and kept wailing.
Mr. Cui smiled and tried to smooth things over, "It's just a child's play. There's no need to take it too seriously." What he didn't say was, Yuan Shu, your son was even beaten.
The woman raised her head, her eyes like needles piercing into Mr. Cui's eyes, "Don't spoil him. If you are willing to spoil him, do you think others will spoil him when he grows up?"
Mr. Cui was embarrassed and smiled, "Isn't he still young?"
"That's why you need to be educated well from an early age." He lowered his head and scolded Xiao Yuanshu, "Apologise to my sister."
Lu Youming and Fuchen looked at the woman at the same time.
Fuchen raised his head and looked towards Lu Youming.
Lu Youming lowered his head and looked at Fuchen. Fuchen's little eyes were a little confused: Do I need to apologize?
Lu Youming looked up but didn't respond.
Even if you want to apologize, you should wait until the other party apologizes.
