Chapter 296 Social Garbage Dad Irritable Online 51
Chapter 296 Social Trash Dad Is Angry Online 51
Mr. Qi’s house is very, very big.
Among modern families, Fu Chen has never seen such a big house. Only those "four rich people" on TV can have big houses.
There is a large lawn in front of the door, and you need to drive for three minutes after entering the courtyard.
Three-story large villa.
It's so big that you can't see it when looking up from the dust.
The front is floor-to-ceiling glass, and the large blue glass allows you to glimpse the white clouds in the sky.
When I entered, there was an aunt, nanny and security guard standing at the door, smiling and greeting, "Hello, Miss."
Fuchen stared blankly, thinking of Sister Liu (Sister Liu), Aunt Yang (Xiaojie's mother), Aunt Zhang (Zhang Guihua, director of the Women's Federation), grandparents, and grandparents in Longping Village.
The smiles on their faces are very warm, and their emotions can be seen in every frown.
Entering the house, the house is full of dazzling things, the most luxurious thing I have ever seen in my life.
Bigger than godfather (Cui Hangxing).
In fact, Cui Hangxing’s villa is not a happy place.
Here, even if you yell, there will be no reply.
As for the mountain behind Longping Village, with a roar, it was immediately carried to the hills by the wind.
There should be many wild fruits rotting in the grass now.
The housekeeper took Fuchen up the steps.
Fuchen carried his own small schoolbag and climbed the stairs with his small schoolbag on his back.
She was not in a high mood, and everyone could see it. Her face was filled with warmth,
"Fuchen, look, this is the room we have decorated for you." Everyone opened the door cautiously.
Fuchen lowered his head, said "hmm", entered the house, and closed the door with "bang".
Everyone’s enthusiasm also fell to the ground.
The smile on his face was about to fall off.
Everyone looked at Mr. Qi.
Mr. Qi said calmly, "Thank you. Please leave now." He knocked on the door and said, "Have a good rest."
Qi Yuan looked at it and was not very happy. He kicked the door and muttered, "Why are you so arrogant?"
Mr. Qi turned around and gave a warning look.
Qi Yuan lowered his head and stopped talking.
Fuchen lowered his head and threw himself on the bed.
I understand in my heart that the parent-child relationship requires a two-way choice.
Not everyone can accept a non-biological child.
She couldn't expect every father she met to be forgiving. It was just that the tearing of her heart was very painful.
Crying and crying, I woke up.
At night, Fuchen woke up from his sleep. The light in the large room was dim.
The floor lamp is soft, making it difficult to see people clearly and not dazzling the eyes.
Fuchen touched the wall and walked downstairs, looking at the floor-to-ceiling windows.
Outside the window, there is a starry sky.
In the heart of the starry sky is the green wilderness.
It is the home of Qi Yuan and Mr. Qi.
Fuchen walked down, stretched out his hand, and touched the glass.
A cold feeling came from the fingertips.
If you look carefully outside the window, you can see the moon over the buildings in the distance, but the stars are a little blurry.
The floor-to-ceiling windows are really big.
Fuchen stood here, as if standing on the seaside, standing at the starting point of the galaxy.
Endless as far as the eye can see.
Don't know where to go.
On the second floor, Mr. Qi stood on the railing, looking at the little figure in front of the glass.
Accepting a new environment is not an easy task.
What's more, someone with Fuchen's temperament.
Mr. Qi walked down the stairs wearing cotton slippers.
"Fuchen." He called.
Fuchen turned around and looked at Mr. Qi, his nominal adoptive father, walking down the stairs.
"Why aren't you wearing shoes?"
His voice was low, low and clean. It was not cold.
Unlike that bastard Lu Youming, his voice was low, a bit like a subwoofer, very cold, and inadvertently brought out the cynical coldness in his chest.
Fuchen cautiously asked, "Can I give you a hug?"
Mr. Qi lowered his eyes and looked at the child, his eyes soaked in water were bright under the night light.
He took a step forward, squatted down, held Fuchen's butt with his left hand, and picked him up.
Upon contact with the warmth, Fuchen immediately spread his legs, wrapped his arms around him, and hugged the person tightly, like a wild ghost searching in a desolate land hugging the meat he picked up.
"Woooooooo..."
Sad people cannot touch warmth.
I can't stop crying.
Fuchen couldn't restrain himself and opened his mouth, "Ahhhh..."
Tears welled up.
Why don't you want her?
Why do you dislike her for being a girl?
Why is she such a bastard?
Fuchen twitched and asked Mr. Qi, "Why don't you want me?"
"Why am I a bastard?"
"Why am I not a boy doll?"
There was desolation and sorrow that could not be responded to in the voice.
Wild ghosts roar in the wilderness, only the strong wind responds.
The more the wind blows, the greater the emptiness and despair in my heart.
Mr. Qi frowned, patted Fuchen on the back, and responded, "I will not abandon you."
"Ah ah ah -" Fuchen threw his head back and cried, closing his eyes and wailing.
In the big villa, Fuchen was wailing and crying.
At the end of the stairs, at the corner of the second floor, Qi Yuan was hiding behind the wall, watching silently.
In the dark room, some people heard the crying and sighing, and some cursed that it was noisy.
On the street in the dark.
"You can't go! It's safest there!"
"What is your current status? What will he do if you go?! How will he survive if he follows you?"
Someone screamed in the darkness.
The next second, the yeller was punched.
The two were tugging and tugging and struggling in the night.
In the new week, Fuchen carries his schoolbag back to his new home.
There is a path that goes through the community and takes the back door of the community to go directly to your new home.
Fuchen didn't really want to drive home with Qi Yuan.
As he lowered his head and walked, a voice appeared, "Hey, I'm getting rich."
Fuchen turned around and saw Lu Youming smiling brightly.
If he didn't speak so harshly, Fuchen would suspect that he was happy to see him.
Fuchen had no expression on his face, "What are you doing here?"
Lu Youming looked Fuchen up and down and stretched out his hand.
Fuchen immediately backed up.
But his hands did not stop and he folded the collar.
"Tsk, tsk, tsk, look at this fabric, it feels different."
Fuchen stared at him coldly.
Lu Youming squatted down, revealing his teeth with yellow tartar, "Are you rich?" He stretched out his hand and said, "I'll give you two yuan to spend."
Fuchen let out a "hum", pulled the corner of his mouth, took out five hundred yuan from his pocket, and put it in Lu Youming's hand.
This is her monthly pocket money. Uncle Qi said that she can dispose of it as she pleases. She can buy delicious food or save it to buy toys.
Qi Yuan's toys cost thousands of yuan, and he bought them all with his own pocket money.
Lu Youming rubbed his hands, folded the money immediately, and saw the amount clearly at a glance. "Well, it's not bad."
"Don't follow me." Fuchen warned coldly.
Lu Youming smiled and said, "You are a rich man now. Your status is different. You need to be more careful." He grabbed the money and slapped it on Fuchen's face, "This can't be all your money."
Fuchen stared, waiting for what he was going to do.
"Do you know what it means to expose someone's private parts all of a sudden?" Lu Youming's tone was frivolous and he chuckled, "You're an idiot."
He stretched out his hand and said, "At this time tomorrow, I will not do it for less than five hundred."
Fuchen gritted his teeth, "I can't meet anyone worse than you."
Lu Youming slapped him in the face.
Fuchen staggered and tilted his head to one side.
His face was burning.
Lu Youming said calmly, "People will change. Tomorrow I will be an even more asshole than I am today. You can always meet people who are more assholes, even if they are the same person."
Lu Youming leaned over, moved his head closer, and put his eyes close to Fuchen's eyes, "Don't underestimate evil."
