Chapter 280 Social Garbage Dad Irritable Online 35
Chapter 280 Social Trash Dad Is Angry Online 35
At 8:30 in the evening, Lu Youming went to Xiaojie's house to pick him up as usual.
Xiaojie's father was the only one in Xiaojie's family, and he didn't look good. Fuchen was sitting in the stroller. When he saw Lu Youming, he raised his head and stared at him.
Such observations are rare.
Lu Youming stared at Fuchen to see how she would behave.
But Fuchen quickly turned his head and continued to stare into the void.
Lu Youming didn't expect anything, so he picked up Fuchen and prepared to put on his shoes and leave.
"That, that..." Xiaojie's father came up and was about to speak.
Lu Youming didn't look at anyone, he was still looking for shoes.
"That, shoes, shoes..."
The road is bright and you look up.
Xiaojie's father's eyes were a little dodgey, and he subconsciously lowered his eyes and muttered, "Those shoes--" He hesitated for a long time, but there was no movement.
"What happened to the shoes?" Lu Youming asked.
"The shoes are lost." Xiaojie's father said it in one breath, and his last words could still be heard.
It’s really all in one breath.
Lu Youming straightened up.
"My wife went to look for it, but I don't know who took it away. Fuchen was sleeping on the bed, and when he woke up to put on her shoes, he found that her shoes were missing." Xiaojie's father looked guilty and looked away, "That shoe,
How much, how much?”
Adidas shoes are very expensive.
Very expensive.
Normally, country people would not think of buying these shoes.
If it weren't for Cui Hangxing's "threat", Lu Youming would not have bought these shoes.
"What are you looking for? You must have taken it yourself." Zhang Guihua hugged people from a distance and watched the excitement, shouting several times to get angry.
Xiaojie's father immediately stepped on his tail, and his hair was not as strong as before. He raised his head, raised his chest, pointed at Zhang Guihua and cursed, "You damn woman, I wish the world would be in chaos because of you. If you don't do anything for one day, you will be naughty."
Are you itchy? I think your husband spanked you less."
"Bah! You are the one who is causing chaos in the world. You are a hypocrite in the whole family. Are you looking for something after throwing it away? I think you are stealing it."
Difficult to be a person, I still know the term.
Bao Zheng's handling of cases has become popular recently. When everyone gathered around to watch TV at night, they also learned some words.
The two quarreled.
Lu Youming listened on the side with an expressionless face.
When Xiaojie's mother came back and saw Lu Youming, her face was full of guilt, "I'm sorry. These shoes are really lost. How much does it cost, I," she glanced at her husband, "we will compensate you."
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The husband also nodded, "How much, how much, I, we will compensate."
Everyone knows that this number will not be small.
Lu Youming bought that shabby house for only 300 yuan (a year's rent plus 200 yuan). A pair of shoes cost more than 500 yuan.
Lu Youming hugged Fuchen and asked, "How did you lose it?"
"I don't know the details. I was sitting at the door chatting with people. Fuchen was sleeping at home. I guess someone just came in and took him away. There are many people coming in here."
Their home is also a gathering point.
It is normal to go in and out of your home in rural areas.
Lu Youming shook his head, "I'll handle it myself." He hugged Fuchen and went out.
I don’t have much contact with Xiaojie’s mother.
Moreover, in their home, Xiaojie's mother is at home, and the people who come in and out should be women, so she will be defenseless and have no impression.
Xiaojie's mother took people to ask people who had stayed there.
Lu Youming hugged the person and entered the house to take a look. He was a thief himself and had some instincts.
He held Fuchen in his hand and stared blankly without any reaction.
When he arrived at the fifth house, Fuchen suddenly pointed at the old lady at the door and said, "Uh."
"Well."
Xiaojie's mother was still wondering about Fuchen's movements.
Lu Youming walked directly into the house.
"What are you doing? What are you doing? Robbery!" He pushed people and shouted.
Lu Youming shook the man away and slapped the old lady on the face.
The little granddaughter at the door ran in and beat him!
Xiaojie's mother went to help him and scolded, "You can't do this -"
The next second, Lu Youming opened the cabinet and took out a pair of shoes directly from inside.
They are just dusty white shoes.
Xiaojie's mother stared at the old lady with wide eyes. She stopped supporting her and stood up and asked, "You went to my house to steal something! Let me take the blame! Are you shameless? I asked you just now, why didn't you answer?
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But the old lady sat on the ground, slapping the ground and crying, "Kill people! Kill people!"
Xiaojie's mother said "hum", "You scream! You scream! You'd better call your younger son here! Otherwise, I'll tell your eldest son! You eat his food, live with him, and still want to give your younger son some money."
Children born to steal shoes!”
"Yingzi protects you so much. I don't think you even bought Yingzi a pair of shoes!"
The old lady paused for a moment, then immediately pointed the finger at Xiaojie's mother, "What nonsense are you talking about..."
Lu Youming put on Fuchen's shoes without any expression, raised his feet, and kicked over the cabinet.
The loud "boom" sound startled the two women.
Xiaojie's mother didn't respond at all.
But the old lady wanted to rush over and hit someone.
Before Lu Youming could take action, Xiaojie's mother raised her hand and slapped her. "You'd better ask your son to come over and apologize. Otherwise, this matter will never end!"
Seeing this, Lu Youming didn't react, stepped over and hugged the person away.
When we left the house, it was dark. The weather was a bit hot.
Lu Youming carried Fuchen home.
Fuchen raised his head, stared at Lu Youming, and suddenly shouted, "Dad?"
The walking pace stopped.
The head that was looking straight ahead slowly lowered, and his eyes met Fuchen.
Lu Youming was stunned for a moment, and his muscles that had been cold all year round slowly pulled out an arc. Finally, like all things growing, he showed a full smile, "Hey."
His eyes looked forward to Fuchen shouting again.
Fuchen stared blankly at Lu Youming, then slowly lowered his head.
As before, he seems to be a wooden child.
Xiaojie's mother caught up and said, "Fuchen might have woken up at that time. He saw the person coming in and taking away her shoes, so he recognized her."
Lu Youming turned his head and smiled, "Fuchen called me daddy."
"Eh?" The topic changed too quickly. The next second she reacted, Xiaojie's mother said, "Congratulations, congratulations."
Lu Youming hugged someone and smiled all the way. He didn't hear what Xiaojie's mother said. He walked home quickly. When he entered the yard, he shouted to the next door, "Fuchen called me daddy!"
The old man enjoying the cool air at the door shouted, "Quick, call me grandpa!"
Lu Youming carried Fuchen and Le Diandian into the house.
The uncle even chased after him, grabbing Fuchen and saying, "Call grandpa."
"grandfather."
"Call me grandpa."
Fuchen stared at the uncle, blinked his eyes, and showed no expression. But the uncle himself called "Grandpa" countless times.
The old lady and her family have become the new hot spot of public opinion in the village.
His eldest son works in the city and rents a house in the city for convenience. He only goes back on Sundays a week, or at the end of the month.
After hearing the news, I immediately asked for leave and came back. I took some fruit with me and apologized to Lu Youming. I also went to Xiaojie’s house to apologize.
But later, the eldest son and the younger son had a quarrel.
The eldest son didn't want to support his mother and thought it was partial. It happened that the younger son gave birth to a grandson, and the old lady wanted to go there, but the younger son said he had no money and needed the eldest brother to pay for his mother.
The old mother helped her little son talk.
Because the eldest son stole shoes, he was only willing to pay fifty a month. Is it more?
The younger son asked for one hundred.
The two families had been quarreling over money for half a month.
