Chapter 295 Social Garbage Dad Irritable Online 50
Chapter 295 Social Trash Dad Is Angry Online 50
Fuchen still dissolved the father-daughter relationship with Lu Youming, and was sent to an orphanage.
Since the tuition fee has been paid, kindergarten can still be continued.
In the villa, Cui Hangxing pulled Lu Youming to persuade him, "Why are you so arrogant? She is not your biological child, and she is not someone else's. No one has cuckolded you. Fuchen has been with you for so many years, even if she is not your daughter. Why should you?
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Lu Youming had a bad face. Don't turn around.
"I can tell you, if Fuchen is adopted by someone else, you won't be able to cry even if you want to," Cui Hangxing warned.
"I don't want it. Whoever wants it will have to go." Lu Youming shook off Cui Hangxing's hand and rushed upstairs.
Cui Hangxing looked at the person's face and rolled his eyes.
He told the orphanage not to find Fuchen's parents for the time being. The father has been taking care of the child, and it is going through an awkward period now. It will be fine in a while.
The orphanage also understood and said that if possible, it would be best for her to be taken by her previous parents.
In the kindergarten, Fuchen sat in a daze on a seat on the open ground.
I don't know what to think, and I don't know what to do.
She always has a bad temper. Especially when facing Lu Youming, her temper comes at the drop of a hat. She has no sense at all.
Fuchen stared at the sand on the ground in a daze.
Being abandoned, this experience...
In the distance, Qi Yuan was lying on the railing, stretching his head to look.
Floating dust is easy to find, but you can't get it without moving.
Every day, every day, it's that position.
Qi Yuan quietly turned over and walked from the back.
The children nearby were filling water with sand, and she sat on the mushroom model on top of the sand.
The child got tired of playing and asked, "Sister, I want to sit on this one."
Fuchen didn't even raise his head, "Go away." His voice was quite cold.
Bullying children.
Qi Yuan walked over, "That, Fuchen..."
Fuchen turned around, and as soon as his eyes met, his hands and feet were entangled.
"Boom." Qi Yuan was thrown to the sand.
The child next to him immediately reported, "Teacher, they are fighting."
Qi Yuan: "That..."
The dust lets go.
Qi Yuan's heart beat, he got up and stretched out his hand to pull the person, "That..."
"Boom."
Qi Yuan was kicked in the abdomen and hind legs, and fell to his knees directly. He held his stomach, "Ah" and let out a long breath.
"Teacher, my sister is bullying my brother." The child who asked for a seat continued to report.
The teacher came over and when he saw a familiar person, he stood up and helped Qi Yuan, "Why are you here? If you have anything, go to the infirmary."
Fuchen sat on the mushroom seat and stared at him with lowered eyes, a familiar hostility in his eyes.
"I..." Qi Yuan wanted to say something else, but was pulled away by the teacher.
After school in the evening, Fuchen walked to the orphanage.
Three streets apart.
It's only a four-minute bus ride away and a forty-minute walk.
Qi followed from a distance.
Fuchen lowered his head and concentrated on walking. He recognized the moldy and fallen leaves on the ground, recognized the bubble gum that had been trampled into black, recognized the half-crushed dog excrement, and recognized the black-stained floor tiles not far away, which he suspected were where dog excrement was wiped.
But I don’t recognize the store next to me, I don’t recognize the buses passing by, I don’t recognize the pedestrians, and I don’t recognize the sky above my head.
The weekend is fine.
Fuchen was still sitting in the yard, alone in a daze.
In the quiet time and space, there was no one.
The autumn wind blows occasionally, bringing with it bursts of "sand", bringing a little sound to the empty world.
Outside the railing.
Lu Youming stood outside and watched.
Fuchen lowered his head, always in the same posture. It was the same as when he was a child.
After a moment of silence, the road back is clear.
In the villa, Cui Hangxing suppressed his voice, "You can't do this... you can't... those things of yours..."
Lu Youming lowered his head and said nothing.
I've been in the orphanage for a month.
Fuchen waited and waited, but no one came to pick her up.
The eyes are always swollen and hot for no reason. They tend to drip at night.
October 15th coincides with the Mid-Autumn Festival.
There are many people in the orphanage.
Some people came to volunteer and express condolences to the children.
Someone comes to see the child and adopt him.
The government distributed moon cakes, and volunteers distributed moon cakes.
Fuchen was sitting in the yard, looking down at an ant on the ground. It had picked up mooncake crumbs and was working hard to carry them.
"Kids, eat moon cakes." A girl came over, looking like a high school student.
"Don't make any noise." Fuchen didn't raise his head and continued to stare at the ants.
Ant blocked the way because of the girl's shoes, Fuchen pushed the girl away with his hand.
The girl was forced to retreat and stood there at a loss, leaving her in embarrassment.
When Mr. Qi brought Qi Yuan in, he saw Fuchen, who was lowering his head. Fuchen raised his hand and "snatched" the mooncake from the girl's hand, tore it open, pinched out some crumbs and threw them on the ground, watching attentively.
Very relaxed and at ease, with nothing to do with the outside world.
Qi Yuan ran over and asked his sister, "Is my sister a volunteer? Can you give me one?"
The girl's smile was not smooth because of her embarrassment, so she gave Qi Yuan a moon cake and left. When she turned around, you could hear her letting out a long sigh of relief.
Qi Yuan squatted on the ground and raised his eyes to look at Fuchen.
Fuchen's eyes were always staring at the ground. Looking along his line of sight, he could see an ant.
The ant put down the original food and turned to the largest piece of crumbs eager to try.
Qi Yuan opened the packaging bag and tore open the mooncake. The mooncake was made with five kernels. He took out a piece of peanut and crushed it into pieces and dropped it on the ground.
When it was hit, the ants moved.
Fuchen's eyelashes also moved.
She raised her eyes and saw Qi Yuan.
The next moment, Fuchen threw Qi Yuan down and hit him with his fist.
"I'm not here to fight." Qi Yuan shouted, protecting his head with his hands.
Mr. Qi walked over, pulled Fuchen away from the beating, and placed her on the seat.
Fuchen stared at Mr. Qi with his eyes wide open, angrily.
"Fuchen, we're here to ask," Mr. Qi squatted down, stared at Fuchen, and said slowly, "Will you go home with me?"
The steady voice is like the plucking of a piano string.
Fuchen shook off his hand and turned away, "I don't want you to be pitiful."
Mr. Qi took his time and said, "We don't pity you. I like you quite a lot. I also want Qi Yuan to have a sister."
Fuchen stared at Qi Yuan with gloomy eyes.
Qi Yuan stood up from the ground, not daring to meet Fu Chen's gaze, but stepped forward and said "hmm".
Fuchen's eyes rolled around and he looked away, looking at the branches and leaves floating in the wind under the canopy of the poplar tree, or at the unclear shops outside the railings.
She said nothing.
Sitting on the seat, my little body turned into a mushroom.
Mr. Qi stood up and placed his palms on Fuchen's shoulders.
He took Fuchen to go through the adoption procedures.
Aunt asked Fuchen for his opinion, but Fuchen's eyes wandered.
During the whole process, Fuchen either kept his head down or stood by the wall and picked at the wall.
Don't speak.
Don't say a word.
Her aunt helped pack her luggage. When she saw her little schoolbag, Fuchen shed a tear. She turned around and got into the car with her schoolbag on her back expressionlessly.
In the back seat of the car, Mr. Qi helped Fuchen fasten her seat belt. He scratched the corners of her eyes and squeezed out two tears in an instant.
Fuchen's paralyzed face wrinkled instantly, his eyes turned red, and tears filled his eye sockets.
The next second, I will cry.
"It's okay, you can cry if you want. From today on, I am your new father." Mr. Qi said in a low voice.
Fuchen choked his throat and swallowed with difficulty. He took a long breath and shed tears. His face became paralyzed again.
She turned away, not looking at Mr. Qi.
Nor did he respond to what he said.
Don't worry. Lu Youming and Fuchen are father and daughter. It's a two-way choice.
