Chapter 274 Social Garbage Dad Irritable Online 29
Chapter 274 Social Trash Dad Is Angry Online 29
At eight o'clock in the evening, Zhang Guihua was driven home on a motorcycle by her brother with her child in her arms. When she got home, her brother left without drinking water.
No matter how late it is, everyone in the family will be asleep.
Zhang Guihua held Huzi and pushed open the door, only to see a man sitting in the courtyard.
It's so dark that you can't see clearly.
He stopped in the distance, looked carefully, and saw clearly that it was the boss. He smiled and said, "Master, what are you doing? It's not cold. Go back to the house and wait for me."
"Send the child into the house and come out." The voice was low and serious.
Zhang Guihua was stunned and walked over with Hu Zi in her arms. It was dark and it was difficult to see clearly. What he was wearing could only be seen vaguely but not specifically.
When I walked over and looked back, I couldn't see anything.
With my heart pounding, I put Huzi on the bed and walked out.
The head of the house has stood up and put the chair aside.
Zhang Guihua saw that there seemed to be grass on her back, so she walked over to take a picture, "Look at you, why is there still grass on your body -"
When you touch it, your hands are wet.
A hand of mud.
The sound stopped.
Before he could react, he hit him on the face with a "pop".
The man grabbed Zhang Guihua's head and punched her, "You still know that I'm covered in mud?"
"You also know there is grass on me?"
"I told you before not to cause trouble, not to cause trouble, did you listen?"
The fist in his hand kept punching Zhang Guihua's belly and back.
Thinking of this evening, Lu Youming grabbed him and hit him with a mallet. He was beaten until he lay on the ground and felt that his bones were broken.
What was even more irritating was that Lu Youming hit him twice in the face with the mallet head.
pain!
It hurts!
The skin on both cheekbones was broken and the appearance was disfigured.
He fell to the ground like a dead dog. But the mallet hit his hand, as if his muscles and bones were broken, and he immediately lost his strength.
He had no power to resist at all and just wanted to crawl away.
But he was caught by Lu Youming, rode on his back and beat him!
After the beating, Lu Youming threw the tool out and threw it in front of him, "This is a toy your mother-in-law gave your son. She specifically asked him to hit my daughter's. I'll try it on you."
"It's just a child's toy, you shouldn't mind. Right."
Lu Youming's voice was steady and low.
He was lying on the ground, feeling that he was being stared at by the god of death and feeling ashamed on his face.
If it's just wood, if it hits the body, no matter how hard it is, it will still hurt. If you rest for two days, the red mark will still be there, but it's basically fine.
But now, he felt like his muscles and bones were broken and he couldn't even work.
Zhang Guihua was beaten and kept shouting, "Oh -"
"Killing people——"
"Help -"
But the courtyard door has been locked.
Neighbors who hear the noise outside cannot come in and are difficult to control.
After all, it is a family matter.
The man took out the mallet and waved it in front of Zhang Guihua, "What is this? Ah? How cruel are you? You give this to Huzi and let him hit other people's children?"
Zhang Guihua took two steps back, lowered her head to hide, and timidly defended, "It's just a wooden hammer, she doesn't have a stick."
Wooden hammer?
The man smiled and hit the woman on the head with the mallet.
Zhang Guihua immediately fell to the ground, covering her head, feeling dizzy.
The man pointed at the woman, "If I didn't hit you, wouldn't you know it hurts?"
The woman fell to the ground, looking dazed.
"From now on, if you embarrass me again, just get out and I will take care of my son by myself!" The man walked past the woman and entered the house.
When he was about to enter, he turned around and warned, with a fierce look in his eyes, "If you see that piece of trash named Lu, go around him in the future! Don't mess with him and his daughter again!"
The woman suddenly had sharp eyes. She sat on the ground, pointed at the man and yelled, "You useless thing! If you can't beat yourself, just take it out on the woman! If you have the ability, go ahead and beat him!"
"You just can't beat outsiders, so you take it out on yourself!"
The man was so angry that he turned around and continued to hit.
It was a chaotic night. In the end, Sister Liu listened to the letter and rushed over to persuade me.
The early morning sun shines into the small room with cracked walls.
The weeds in the yard have begun to grow again for the new year and are already as tall as shoe tops.
When the sunlight extended from the center of the house to the bed inside, Lu Youming woke up.
Fuchen next to him had woken up early, and leaned over Lu Youming's body to pick up the milk powder can on the table.
He stretched out his hand, but couldn't reach it, so he moved out.
By accident, the body fell down and was picked off.
Lu Youming subconsciously grabbed it with both hands and fished the floating dust back to the bed from a low altitude near the ground.
My heart hung for a moment, then immediately returned to where I was.
Lu Youming let out a long sigh, it was so dangerous. He told him, "If you want to eat, wake me up." Fuchen stared at Lu Youming, blinking without any reaction.
Lu Youming stared at Fuchen, remembering Xiaojie's mother who hesitated to speak, and finally just said, "Fuchen is different from other children."
What she meant was clear.
Now he also doubts: There is something wrong with Fuchen.
Mute, or some genius disease.
He had heard that some children had no reaction at all. They had no reaction at first and could not speak even after they were two or three years old. Finally, they went to the hospital for a checkup and were told that they had autism.
It seems to be a disease only geniuses get.
Don't do anything wrong.
As soon as Lu Youming let go, Fuchen got up again and went to touch the milk powder.
Didn't even listen to what he said.
Lu Youming stood up and poured milk powder into Fuchen.
Fuchen was watching from the side, motionless.
After charging it, I gave it to Fuchen, who watched Fuchen holding the milk and eating intently.
Lu Youming looked at it and suddenly took away the bottle.
Fuchen's eyes immediately turned to Lu Youming, his face expressionless.
"Just a little bit." Lu Youming made a face while pulling his face.
Fuchen had an expressionless face and stared at Lu Youming, as serious as an old man.
"Creak, creak, creak." Lu Youming scratched Fu Chen's itchy flesh again.
Fuchen raised his hand and slapped Lu Youming on the face.
Lu Youming: "Grass."
Pushing Fuchen's head with his hand.
The floating dust roly-poly seemed to have turned around again.
Lu Youming felt bad and threw the bottle back.
Fuchen held the bottle and drank seriously.
Lu Youming squinted at Fuchen, feeling "unhappy" all over.
Can't laugh.
He also likes to hit people.
Isn't it a facial paralysis?
Anyway, as long as he's not mentally retarded.
The road is clear and the road is broad.
As long as he is not mentally retarded, he does not have to live in a world of dust all his life. Although it is troublesome to not be able to speak, he will not suffer any disadvantages if he is smart.
He has seen Fuchen fight. He has never suffered a loss - this is smart.
Lu Youming got up and went out to brush his teeth and wash his face.
The uncle stood in his courtyard chatting with him, "How did you deal with Zhang Guihua's family? I heard that they were fighting and quarreling all night long yesterday."
"Ouch, all the pots and pans were smashed. I heard that Zhang Guihua was beaten badly by his man. The child is still crying inside."
"Zhang Guihua shouted inside, call her brother to save her."
"Her man yelled, it's useless even if he comes. Either I pick you up directly, or you die here!"
"What a fuss."
"In the end, it was the police who came forward to mediate."
"Hey, I see that this morning, her man's cheekbones were injured because he went out to work. This sweet-scented osmanthus has quite strong hands."
"While buying groceries, Zhang Guihua's head also turned red."
"Both of them are not ordinary people."
Lu Youming had no expression on his face, staring at the weeds in front of him, brushing his teeth and letting his uncle ramble on.
It was the aunt who came out, patted the uncle, and said, "Okay. That's enough. Come with me to carry water and plant the land." "Hey." The uncle picked up the pole and bucket, followed the aunt and left to do farm work.
Lu Youming stared at the green in front of him with nothing in his eyes. He spit out the mouthwash and went into the house to cook.
