Chapter 270 Social Garbage Dad Irritable Online 25
Chapter 270 Social Trash Dad Is Angry Online 25
Fuchen and Lu Youming were sitting and watching a play.
The woman stood firm and demanded an apology from Xiao Yuanshu.
Xiao Yuanshu kept crying.
Mr. Cui smiled awkwardly and tried to benefit his son, "Look, your son has been beaten."
That's right.
In the village, no matter what Fuchen did, if Fuchen was beaten, Lu Youming would have to beat him back after he found out.
It can be said that the education methods they are exposed to are: they can be greedy for petty gains but cannot suffer losses.
Or else: just be patient for a while and everything will be calm.
I have never met such a mother.
At least on the surface, they are in charge.
Hit someone first.
The woman argued, "I know Yuan Shu. He is so strong that he does not allow others to be better than him. If other people's cars are prettier than his, he will break them."
"He's the one who won't suffer any loss when he meets him. Just hit him and it'll be over." The woman unconsciously pointed at Fuchen.
"If you encounter someone who is aggressive and hurt or disabled, Yuan Shu will be finished." He pointed his finger at the ground, as if Yuan Shu was already lying on the ground and it was finished.
"You don't think hitting someone is bullying, do you? Destroying other people's success isn't bullying?" The woman glanced at Lu Youming, licked her lips, and choked back some words.
He lowered his voice and pointed at Mr. Cui, "I just want to prevent my son from being led astray by you, so I have to lead him astray. Don't interfere with my education of my son here!"
The word "son" is very resonant.
Mr. Cui doesn’t look good on his face.
Lu Youming is almost the same.
He also realized that the woman did not curse anyone on the surface, but it felt like she still cursed him and Fuchen.
Treat them as hooligans who only know how to fight and settle things.
Fortunately, this time it was "just one hit". If something happened, he could beat him to death at any time.
This feeling of being humiliated and guessing is uncomfortable.
"I'm leaving." Lu Youming hugged Fuchen and left.
Mr. Cui stood where he was and did not stop.
The woman stopped Lu Youming and bowed, "I'm sorry. The child is not sensible."
Her bowing seemed to make herself humble and dwarfed.
"I'll pack some fruit for you, and on your way -"
The contact between the two was interrupted when the door slammed shut.
Walking on the road, Lu Youming was thinking about something.
Some politeness is not respect.
That's just a way of socializing, a way to take care of your emotions and avoid unnecessary trouble.
But people may not really think highly of you.
You cannot be friends with such people.
Because friends may hurt you in person, but they will still help you if you have difficulties.
But this kind of person won't.
He will never harm your face.
But it will never save you from trouble.
You can't get into the other person's heart.
It's too ugly to call this kind of person hypocritical.
At least, working in his house is quite comfortable.
Even if you say you are selfish, you are also very good at taking care of others.
Lu Youming thought for a long time and knew clearly: This kind of person is only suitable for distant friends, not close friends.
Hug Fuchen tightly and educate her, "Don't hit people easily in the future. Use your brain and think of other ways."
Fuchen stared at him with bright eyes and a dull look on his face, as if he was confused.
Lu Youming thought about it, and there were some problems with his own method.
I didn’t catch it this time, what about next time?
There will always be a day when paper cannot contain the fire.
What to do then?
Lu Youming thought and slowly walked out of the community.
"Didi——"
Behind him, a car honked its horn.
If the road is clear, move aside.
"Didi——" There was another car sound.
Lu Youming turned around to look at the idiot and saw Mr. Cui, a man of 250.
He opened the window and said, "I'll take you to the station."
In the back seat of the car, a woman and a child were sitting there.
Lu Youming felt that the other party had a trap.
No matter how stupid you are, you know that you shouldn't invite him again at this time.
Lu Youming turned around and left, not wanting to pay attention to this two hundred and five.
The window in the back seat was opened, "Fuchen, your toy."
Lu Youming turned around and found a rolling pin in the woman's hand.
It's a dusty thing.
I was walking in a hurry just now and forgot to take it.
Fuchen stretched out his hand and reached over to take it.
Lu Youming had no choice but to walk over and let her pick up her toys.
Yuan Shu started crying in the car again and reached for the rolling pin.
"Come and sit in the car. He has nothing to say to us, but he still has something to say to you." The woman didn't know whether it was a stab at her or she said it casually.
Anyway, as soon as she opened her mouth, Lu Youming just wanted to turn around and leave.
Mr. Cui gripped the steering wheel tightly with a restless expression on his face.
"No." Lu Youming refused.
"Wait a minute. I want to trouble Fuchen and help my son stop stepping on others." The woman opened the door and got out of the car, pulling the other person along and saying.
Lu Youming stared at the woman.
The woman was dressed very delicately. On such a cold day, she wore a wool fleece underneath, a windbreaker, a long skirt, and a pair of black boots.
Very fashionable.
But it's also very cold.
It looks cold.
Lu Youming wondered if something was wrong with Leng.
"My son doesn't have a very good temper. He always bullies others. This is the first time a child has been bullied by himself. Usually adults take action against the child. So, I want your daughter to stay with my son for a while longer.
Let him learn to be afraid and not bully others easily." The woman said for a long time.
In other words, let Fuchen bully Yuanshu for a while longer.
Lu Youming objected, "I don't agree." He turned around and left with Fuchen.
"I can pay." The woman said hurriedly.
Lu Youming felt that he was not a pervert, but this woman was.
"Because your daughter is relatively young, I feel more at ease."
"I have no other intention, I just want to teach my children well."
Mr. Cui also got out of the car and grabbed Lu Youming, "Just let her. She won't give up until she achieves her goal."
Lu Youming lost his good temper, "I don't want to get involved in your husband and wife's affairs."
"Front." The woman emphasized.
Lu Youming glanced at it and had no patience.
Fuchen grabbed the rolling pin and hit Lu Youming's hand.
Mr. Cui let go of his hand with an "ah" sound and kneaded it, "It's very strong."
The floating dust in his arms suddenly turned around and reached for his back.
There is a clear path to turn back.
I saw the woman take out a bottle of milk from her bag and shake it.
When Fuchen saw the milk, he stretched out his hand to get it.
Mr. Cui immediately said, "We have brought a lot of milk powder. You can bring two cans to her when the time comes. She probably wants this taste."
Lu Youming lowered his head and looked at Fuchen.
Fuchen had already grabbed the bottle and started eating it.
Greedy ghost.
Lu Youming could only follow him into the car. Seeing the woman sitting in the back seat again, he hugged Fuchen and sat in the passenger seat.
"The co-pilot cannot hold children," the woman reminded.
Lu Youming was not very relieved.
Fuchen is only seven months old after all.
The woman hugged Fuchen, put him on the other side, fastened his seat belt, and then took away the stick at lightning speed.
Fuchen stared at his hands, his eyes staring blankly at the woman, and was slapped on the face.
Xiao Yuanshu cried and slapped Fuchen directly.
Fuchen's hands were tied by safety belts.
Xiao Yuanshu kicked and hit Fuchen repeatedly.
Fuchen turned his head and stared at the little yuan number.
Lu Youming said coldly, "Take her hands out!"
The woman immediately took out Fuchen's hands.
Fuchen raised his hand and slapped Xiao Yuanshu's bald head.
