Chapter 300 Social Garbage Dad Irritable Online 55
Chapter 300 Social Trash Dad Is Angry Online 55
When Fuchen was walking away carrying his schoolbag, Cui Hangxing gave him a gift.
Standing at the door, Cui Hangxing whispered, "Your new father...is he okay with you..."
Fuchen lowered his head and nodded, "Very generous."
Cui Hangxing was silent for a while and nodded.
Fuchen took two steps and turned back.
Cui Hangxing leaned on the door and pushed forward.
Seeing this, Fuchen lowered his head and left.
Just take a step.
"Fuchen." Cui Hangxing stopped her.
"Huh?" Fuchen turned around and looked up at her.
"If anything happens, come and see me."
A smile slowly spread on Fuchen's face.
The next sentence is, "If nothing happens."
Smile suddenly.
Cui Hangxing looked at Fuchen and felt uncomfortable, "Just don't come over."
Fuchen tightened his facial muscles, "Ah, okay." He nodded and left.
The door quickly closed behind him.
Fuchen didn't know what to think and walked back slowly.
At the end of the road, I saw Qi Yuan waiting on the main road of the community.
"Are you okay?" Qi Yuan suddenly asked.
Fuchen raised his head and said, "My doll is missing." His voice was innocent, and his face was full of confusion.
"What doll? Barbie doll?" Qi Yuan asked.
Fuchen shook his head and walked on the road with his head down, "It was the doll I slept with until the big one disappeared."
The disappearance of her little friend, the tiger cub, seemed to have given her a gap.
It seems like something is wrong.
Fuchen went back and after dinner he sat in front of the floor-to-ceiling window and looked at the sky.
From the bright sky, the white clouds float like a train, to the stratus clouds turning golden yellow, and then to black climbing up the sky, scattering a handful of starlight.
Although the scene in this window remains the same, the passing clouds, the degree and color of light, and the time at which light and shadow appear are all different every day.
A few days later, when Fuchen returned, Mr. Qi stopped her and called her, "Fuchen."
He took out a doll from the bag and asked, "Look, is it yours?"
Fuchen took it, held it in his hand, and looked at it carefully.
Looks the same.
The hair on the belly still feels very soft.
"Thank you." Fuchen thanked him with a calm expression.
Mr. Qi nodded.
"Aren't you happy?" Qi Yuan came over and asked doubtfully, "I thought you would jump up with joy."
Fuchen gave him a look, holding the doll and sitting in front of the floor-to-ceiling window to look at the sky.
A space was specially opened on the right side of the door, which contains a single sofa, a double sofa, a coffee table, and an area with a screen partition door. It is a leisure area specially designed for Fu Chen to watch the sky.
Fuchen silently remembered this feeling, and his mood was still dull. He was neither very happy nor unhappy at all.
Half a month later, the weather became chilly.
You need to wear cotton clothes to keep warm.
Fuchen is wearing a white light down, which is fashionable and warm.
This time after school, Fuchen carried his schoolbag home as usual.
"Floating dust." A voice was hoarse and low.
The dust turned around and saw that the road was clear.
He was unshaven and dusty, like a refugee.
"Give me some pocket money." He stretched out his hand and smiled with big yellow teeth.
Fuchen was stunned, "You..." hesitated for a long time, "Why are you here?"
After hearing what he said, Fuchen's eyes widened and he thought for a moment. He couldn't help but step forward and asked urgently, "Did something happen?"
One hundred thousand yuan, just say it's gone?
Lu Youming was stunned for a moment. When he saw Fu Chen approaching his feet, he opened the door with a "pop". He glanced back and forth, looking very alert.
Fuchen was slapped, but his mind was still dazed.
Lu Youming looked at her steadily, pursed his lips and frowned slightly.
Fuchen expressionlessly touched his schoolbag to touch the money.
Lu Youming took the money and walked past Fuchen, "Follow me and shake off the tail behind you."
The sound is very low.
Fuchen raised his brows and subconsciously looked back.
Lu Youming has already left and entered a complex residential building.
Fuchen lowered his head and followed silently.
When you don't see anyone in the corner of your eye, follow him quickly.
Turning left and right, I don’t know how long I kept turning. Lu Youming finally stopped.
Fuchen stood in front of him, kicking for air.
"What did you find?" Lu Youming asked.
Fuchen was confused, pretending not to know, and asked, "Is there any difficulty?"
"You don't know." It was concluded in one sentence.
Fuchen: "..." I don't know the situation at all, and I don't know how to be cunning.
After being exposed, Fuchen didn't bother to pretend, and asked eagerly, "Did something happen? Did someone discover what you did?"
Lu Youming leaned against the wall, with a very relaxed posture, took out a cigarette and lit it, "What do you know again?"
"Zhang Guihua (the mother of the tiger in Longping Village) always said that you must be a murderer."
"Ahem." Lu Youming choked on his laughter, took out the cigarette from his mouth and exhaled, "Do you believe what she said?"
"Then why are you hiding? One hundred thousand yuan. It's enough to buy a house, why do you need more money?" Fuchen suddenly felt uncomfortable and kicked Lu Youming's foot.
Lu Youming lowered his head.
Fuchen stretched out his hand and looked straight at him, stubbornly.
Lu Youming was stunned.
"Hurry up." Fuchen kicked him again.
She also wants to save face.
The road has clear eyes scanning back and forth.
Fuchen also subconsciously swept back and forth.
No one.
Very strange.
Fuchen has determined that something happened.
Lu Youming squatted down, and Fuchen immediately stepped forward to hug him.
The moment you feel the warmth of the other person, you understand the meaning of hugging.
Make sure you are still there.
Make sure I'm not alone.
Fuchen laughs.
Lu Youming picked up the man, but it was difficult to hold the cigarette in his hand. When he let go, the cigarette fell to the ground and was crushed by his feet.
"Tell me, what did you find at your godfather's house? He said you took some paper and copied some things. They were all unimportant things. But a child decided not to be interested." Lu Youming said calmly.
He smells very strong.
The smell of sweat. The smell of smoke.
Just put it on the collar.
Fuchen lay on Lu Youming's shoulder, "I don't know, it just feels strange. He was beaten."
Lu Youming turned around, "Because of this?"
"You can beat him." Fuchen looked at him with a dull look on his face.
Very convinced.
Lu Youming said nothing and fell into silence.
"The road is clear, let's surrender." Fuchen advised.
"What did you call me?" Lu Youming raised his voice.
"Lu Youming, you still don't admit that I am your daughter." Fuchen was angry.
"Then what am I holding now? A dog?"
Fuchen laughed and held his head, "Dad."
Lu Youming turned his head away slightly, and after a while, a low "hmm" sound came from his nose.
"Let's surrender, okay?" Fuchen persuaded,
Lu Youming said nothing and stared elsewhere.
"Dad." Fuchen shouted.
"You're still young." Lu Youming said, his voice full of wind and frost.
Fuchen was stunned. She didn't know what happened, but she felt that she was not a burden. "I'm fine. Nothing happened."
Uncle Qi and the others are very good.
Lu Youming turned around and said hesitantly, "You... stare at your adoptive father."
Fuchen was stunned, "Is there something wrong with him?"
