Chapter 291 Social Garbage Dad Irritable Online 46
Chapter 291 Social Trash Dad Is Angry Online 46
The wind is very cool at night.
The electric fan cannot blow.
Lu Youming turned off the fan in a daze and subconsciously covered the person next to him with a quilt.
People nearby were afraid of the cold, so they crowded over and slept together.
When he woke up in the morning, Lu Youming felt that his hand was not his own.
Opening his eyes, he saw Fuchen drinking porridge with a fried dough stick in his hand, looking at him with his eyes open.
stand up.
Damn it.
Only then did he see that there was another person beside him, and he was using his hand as a pillow.
Cui Hangxing fell into a deep sleep and didn't want to get up.
Lu Youming smacked his hand directly.
With his head knocked on the bed, Cui Hangxing woke up and struggled to get up.
"When is it?" Cui Hangxing asked.
"Six o'clock."
Cui Hangxing looked outside. It was already bright, and the white light could sting his confused eyes.
He has never gotten up so early.
"Suck." Fuchen was still standing in the room drinking porridge, staring at the two of them.
"Is there breakfast?" Cui Hangxing said happily.
"You are so beautiful." Lu Youming had a bad temper after his hand was pressed, "This is given to her from the next door. If we want to eat, we have to go to the town to buy it ourselves. There is no one in the village."
Lu Youming likes fried dough sticks.
You really have to go out and buy this.
The town and the city are two directions.
The nearest town, ten kilometers away, is to the south.
The city center is in the north.
"Forget it, let's go to the city to eat." Lu Youming had a headache, "I took her out to change clothes. She looks like a black donkey, and she will be ostracized even if she goes to the kindergarten!"
Thinking, "Fuchen, just go and live at my place. I don't care if you bring him back on Saturdays and Sundays."
I thought of a countermeasure yesterday.
Fuchen stared at Cui Hangxing, "There are porridge and fried dough sticks."
She went to the morning market with her grandfather and knew someone was coming. Grandpa bought fried dough sticks specially because Fuchen remembered that this man had bought a lot of clothes for herself.
Cui Hangxing laughed when he heard this.
Yesterday, he was hungry after eating all the pasta. Now he can have a bowl of porridge and some fried dough sticks, and he feels very comfortable.
Lu Youming snorted, he was really promising. He didn't usually bring a fried dough stick for himself.
Cui Hangxing squatted down and looked level with Fuchen, "Do you still remember me?"
Fuchen stared at the person, his eyes emanating from his dark pupils taking a close look at Cui Hangxing's white face, and suddenly stretched out his hand, "Hug."
"Hey." Cui Hangxing felt satisfied, hugging the person and smiling.
Still remember.
Lu Youming went out directly to brush his teeth and wash his face.
"You want to go to kindergarten and live at your godfather's house, are you willing?" Cui Hangxing asked.
Fuchen's eyes lit up and he jumped up and ran out, "I'll tell grandpa!"
Cui Hangxing laughed.
It seems that he is very close to his grandfather.
After a while, an old man stood in the yard, stared at Cui Hangxing and asked, "Fuchen's godfather, right?"
Where are you from?
Fu Yuan is great, he has high-ranking officials.
What to do?
Oh, it’s quite profitable to be in finance.
Do you have a wife or children at home?
Did you really bring the dust with you?
When can it be brought?
Go to the city to study in high school! Okay, the city is good. Then I can get into college.
The uncle turned to Fuchen and said, "Go and pack your things! Come with your godfather! Study hard, you know! Get into college in the future!"
The voice is strong, full of energy, and has a "fierce" majestic appearance.
It's a pity that Fuchen is not afraid of him.
Lu Youming smiled and said, "Did you see it? I can't even be the master of Fuchen. This one has to agree."
Cui Hangxing nodded, "I can tell."
The dust is gathering things.
"There's no need to take the clothes. I've bought them all. See if there's anything you need, such as a doll for you to sleep on."
Fuchen thought about it and carried a schoolbag of "stones", "fish hooks", picked up "copper wire", and the tiger cub.
Cui Hangxing asked, "What are the stones for?"
"Good-looking." Fuchen said.
"What about the fishhook?"
"Fishing for shrimp."
Life is rich.
"Where's the copper wire?" Are you making a little invention?
"Sell for money." Fuchen shouted.
Lu Youming added to her, "The copper wire is three cents and one tael. That's how she gets her snack money."
Cui Hangxing took out a ten-dollar bill from his bag and said, "Throw away the copper wire. This is for you."
Fuchen took the money and immediately ran to his grandfather's house.
I waited for a while before seeing anyone.
"Did you give the copper wire to grandpa?" Cui Hangxing asked.
Fuchen nodded.
Lu Youming said, "I gave him the money too. This girl gives everything to her grandfather. I gave her two yuan as a gift during the Chinese New Year, and she ran to save it for her grandfather. All the melons in her grandfather's field were reserved for her.
Hers.”
Cui Hangxing smiled and said nothing.
Children have pain like the elderly.
Good.
Go to the city.
First, he went back home. He took Fuchen to look at the room, "Have a look, do you like it? Put in whatever you want and buy it later."
He didn't give Fuchen Yuanbao a room, but a separate room on the third floor. There was a small balcony next to it.
The first floor is the living room, kitchen, and master bedroom.
The second floor is the studio, study, guest room and Yuanbao's room.
There are three rooms on the third floor. One has become a utility room, one is a dust room, and one can be used as a dust toy room or a cloakroom.
The room is very good.
Lu Youming immediately decided, "I'll live here." The room next to Fuchen.
Cui Hangxing glanced at him, "I don't raise my child as a father, and you don't call me dad, so you are not me."
Lu Youming was shameless, "I'll cook. Just ask someone to clean it."
"I won't eat noodles." Cui Hangxing refused.
"What kind of noodles can I buy if you give me money? Don't worry, I'm working as a cook in prison."
Cui Hangxing stared at the person, and unexpectedly the topic suddenly came up. However, Lu Youming's face remained as usual, and there was no reaction.
The two of them went shopping with Fuchen. The car couldn't fit it, so they asked the mall to send it back.
Fuchen stayed in the city for the first time.
There are few people in the city.
There are few ponds.
There are also few fish.
The koi in the pond are not tasty, so you can pick them up casually without feeling anything.
She found a wild river and fished here every day during the summer vacation. If she caught any fish, she would make braised fish.
The shrimps were peeled and fried. The three of them rushed to eat them.
The hat my godfather gave me was always used as a butt pad. After I returned home, I was forced to apply body lotion to whiten my skin.
You have to apply sunscreen in the morning, otherwise you are not allowed to fish.
Lu Youming's life is also very comfortable, he just needs to think about what delicious food to eat.
Cui Hangxing was equally comfortable. He didn't expect that electrician and blaster Lu Youming could actually cook.
He thought that cooking was just frying cockroaches.
After all, his laziness was so profound that a three-year-old child had to help wash his clothes.
Fortunately, he didn't see cockroaches or mice in the kitchen.
Wait until Cui Hangxing gets through the relationship and sends Fuchen to school.
I met an acquaintance at the gate of the kindergarten.
Mr. Qi and his son Qi Yuan.
The two of them were stunned at the same time. They were on opposite sides of the road.
Cui Hangxing knelt down and told Fuchen, "When you see him, hide away. Stop fighting. Children won't like it if we fight."
Fuchen frowned, "I don't want others to like me."
"Fuchen, no fighting is allowed." Lu Youming scolded.
Since Cui Hangxing played a white face, he played a black face.
Fuchen stood and bit her lip without moving. She had a lot of stones in her bag, enough to solve one.
Hearing the movement over there, he looked over as well.
Children don't quite recognize it, but adults do. So it's self-evident who the child is.
Mr. Qi frowned and told Qi Yuan, "You are a child in the senior class. Don't mess with the children, you know?"
There are still scars on Qi Yuan's hands, where they were pricked by plastic.
Being defeated by a one-and-a-half-year-old child is a very vivid memory that Qi Yuan remembers.
He stared at Fuchen: He wanted to get it back. Win it back!
The two children looked at each other with hostility.
