Chapter 298 Social Garbage Dad Irritable Online 53
Chapter 298 Social Trash Dad Is Angry Online 53
Fuchen appeared in the villa with a red face.
Mr. Qi frowned, "Been beaten again?"
Fuchen remained silent.
Mr. Qi glanced at the housekeeper.
The housekeeper asked the aunt, "boil an egg."
Mr. Qi asked, "You learn Taekwondo with Qi Yuan. We will come back together by car in the future."
Fuchen lowered his head, thinking anxiously about the words.
Qi Yuan interrupted, "I can't beat her anymore. The one who can beat her must be a senior or an adult. It's useless to learn Taekwondo."
Mr. Qi: "Then I will arrange bodyguards for you."
"No." Fuchen said immediately.
Mr. Qi stared at Fuchen, silent.
Qi Yuan looked at Fuchen in confusion.
"It's your father." Mr. Qi was sure.
Fuchen said nothing.
Mr. Qi blinked and lowered his head to eat.
The housekeeper took the egg and rolled it on Fuchen's face to reduce swelling.
Fuchen cooperated silently.
At night, Fuchen stood outside the study, hesitating.
Mr. Qi is very responsible towards his children and implements the principle of companionship. He is always busy at night and needs to catch up on work.
Qi Yuan's mother is busy with her career overseas and only comes back once every two or three months. She calls her son and husband every day. The family is enjoying themselves.
All these floating dust are known.
Fuchen stood on tiptoes and reached out to twist the door handle.
"Floating dust." A soft voice came from behind the ear.
Fuchen was startled and looked back at Qi Yuan.
Qi Yuan said "Shh" and pulled Fu Chen away quietly.
Fuchen was pulled forward by him, and he didn't exhale until he entered his room and closed the door.
Fuchen frowned and looked at him.
"Are you threatened by your old father?" Qi Yuan stared at Fuchen.
Fuchen crossed his arms and looked at him unhappily.
Qi Yuan walked to his bookshelf and looked for something, "I know you went into the house and took my Swiss Army Knife. But you are a child, and we are all children. Children cannot beat adults."
He took out a bank card and held it out to Fuchen, "Here is my money. I save my New Year's money every year. There is a lot of it."
Fuchen is only five years old, and she has never seen anyone with a bank card. Lu Youming has a passbook. The basic deposit does not exceed two thousand.
She had seen the bankbooks and red notebooks hidden under the wardrobes of Xiaojie's mother's and Sister-in-law Liu's homes.
Cui Hangxing may have it, but I haven’t seen it.
And Qi Yuan is seven years old, so he can have it.
"We can withdraw it from the cash machine. You can withdraw 20,000 yuan at a time. You can withdraw it at the bank counter, but you need an ID card and an adult to accompany you." Qi Yuan warned.
Fuchen raised his head with complicated eyes, "Why help me?"
Qi Yuan pursed his lips, "Just think, I want to be a brother."
Fuchen lowered his head and looked at the bank card, stretched out his hand and looked at the small card.
"The password is the single-digit number of the card number." Qi Yuan said.
Fuchen turned the front side up and looked at the number.
Qi Yuan leaned over and asked, "Are you sure your old father will let you go after he gets the money?"
Fuchen said, "It's none of your business." He asked, "How many are there? I want two hundred thousand."
Qi Yuan's eyes widened, "Two hundred thousand? Your old father wants that much?" Looking at the card, "There must be two hundred thousand." He warned again, "Are you really sure your father won't pester you again?"
He walked away and pulled out a thin book from the bottom of the bookshelf, "Have you ever heard that people's hearts are not as strong as those of others?"
Fuchen saw the cover, "Collection of Folk Tales".
"A poor man saved a snake. In order to repay his kindness, the snake offered to fulfill his wish."
Qi Yuan sat on a chair, "At first, this person just wanted simple clothes and food. Later, he wanted money and power. After becoming the prime minister, he also wanted to be the emperor."
"Finally the snake couldn't stand it anymore and swallowed the man."
"Human desires are endless." Qi Yuan warned, "Be careful."
"There is a lot of money there, so using some money and asking people to help you solve your problems is another way."
Fuchen said nothing.
Qi Yuan spread out his homework book and pointed at Fu Chen, "Have you finished your homework? Don't affect your studies."
Fuchen turned around and left.
Back in her room, she stared at the card, lost in thought.
Early in the morning, she got up early and left.
I ran to a nearby cash machine to withdraw money. I took it out and stuffed it into my schoolbag, and then went to the next place.
She only knows the nearest cash machine.
Or because it is a high-end community and there are many ATM machines nearby. I withdrew 60,000 yuan.
It's too far away and there's nothing you can do.
Carrying a schoolbag and running to school.
After school in the afternoon, I met Lu Youming again.
Lu Youming is hidden in the shadows. If you don't look carefully, you can't see it at all.
Fuchen followed Qi Yuan and left in the car.
On Thursday, I got up early to withdraw money as usual, this time there was 40,000 yuan. Plus one yuan and 100,000 yuan.
Carrying a huge amount of money on his back, he went to school. Fuchen did not dare to leave his schoolbag for a moment.
When school was over, I saw someone.
She glanced at Qi Yuan who was running over, and then at the car waiting outside.
There are a lot of cars today.
The wind is very strong.
It looks like it's going to rain.
The floating dust silently blended into the crowd and headed towards the path.
Lu Youming, who was under the tree, also followed silently.
When dust enters the community, Lu Youming swipes the card to enter.
Fuchen entered the building and alleyway and threw his schoolbag over.
Lu Youming took it and opened his schoolbag.
"One hundred thousand. I hope you can leave well, otherwise I'll be rude to you." Fuchen warned.
Lu Youming chuckled, stuffed the money into his coat, stuffed the hem of his clothes into his pants, and tightened his belt.
My belly slowly grew bigger and I was full.
Raindrops began to fall from the sky.
Fuchen glanced at the sky and stopped talking.
Lu Youming threw back his schoolbag, "Study hard. There is not a single book in the schoolbag."
It was so ironic to hear this coming from his mouth.
Fuchen caught the empty schoolbag, picked it up, and hurried back.
The raindrops became heavier and heavier. Soon it was pouring rain.
Fuchen's whole body was blown away by the wind.
The body suddenly hung in the air.
The next second, Fuchen reacted and someone grabbed him by the collar.
Lu Youming grabbed Fuchen and ran to the courtyard pavilion. He went in and opened the umbrella he brought.
The wind blew into the pavilion, bringing with it a burst of rain and leaves.
Still got wet.
"Come here." Lu Youming said.
Fuchen looked confused and moved over.
Lu Youming was not very tall, only 1.67 meters tall. He was holding an umbrella, but the wind blew under the umbrella and hit Fu Chen's head, still getting him wet all over.
The umbrella suddenly dropped.
Lu Youming squatted down and silently took out a cigarette.
The big umbrella covers the wind outlet, and the rain blows away from my feet.
Fuchen looked at Lu Youming strangely.
Lu Youming smoked a cigarette and stared ahead.
This kind of quiet moment has been missing for too long.
Very magical.
Fuchen stood quietly, waiting for the banging sound like firecrackers above his head to become quieter.
Lu Youming smoked a cigarette, took two puffs, and threw it out from under the umbrella.
The two of them were silent, as if they didn't know each other.
This atmosphere doesn't feel awkward at all.
Fuchen lifted his feet, and his sneakers were full of water.
She even heard the laughter of the people next to her.
Very light and light.
Looking over, this person pretended not to look at anyone.
The floating dust was strange. But he didn’t say much. He threw his schoolbag on the ground and stepped on it. He didn’t need to tread water, and his bare feet felt much more comfortable.
"You're really not good at studying." The person next to me couldn't help but sarcastically say.
"It will get wet anyway." Fuchen didn't care, "Just go back and wash it."
It's like going back to the past.
If an adult talks down to a child, he can start a fight the next moment.
