Lanlan's voice and image are both pure and pure. Her voice is soft and scholarly. Even if she says bad things about others, it doesn't sound harsh. This is one of the reasons why Fuchen has been able to remain silent and turn a deaf ear.
"I suspect that Zhang Xingjian's incident and the reporting incident were done by Zhen Shen, but I didn't pay attention. You should be more concerned about it."
Fuchen didn't take it to heart.
She thought that she had indeed had some ambiguity with Zhen Shen recently, and her eyes were different, so it would be better to avoid it.
On the second day of junior high school, Fuchen was engaged in a new round of answering questions and preparing for the competition. Zhen Shen followed the professor and flew around without seeing anyone.
When school just started, Fuchen was blocked by the old woman's daughter, "Fuchen! Fuchen! Come to Auntie!"
Fuchen glanced at the other person, who was smiling happily, and there was a boy taller than her next to her.
Nothing good.
Fuchen turned around and entered the school, hid through the back door and let the other party call him no matter what.
Entering the community, Fu Chen was stopped by an old man, "Someone who said she was your aunt came to your house. I think it's autumn wind again. You should keep an eye on your stupid father."
interesting.
Fuchen changed his coat and opened the door to his own house through the stairs. It was obvious that the woman was waiting for him. Fuchen quietly opened the door of Zhen Shen's house and slipped in.
There is no one in Zhen Shen's house at this time.
Fuchen hid on the balcony to listen to the news.
It is indeed a big deal. The other party wants to transfer the ownership of the property. They want to transfer their children to Yang Yong's name. One wants to send the child to a high school in the city, and the other can also be Yang Yong's son.
Fuchen wanted to know if Yang Yong had a long memory. If he didn't, she wouldn't mind letting Yang Yong grow a little longer.
"Fuchen won't agree." Yang Yong said.
"Why do we need her consent for this? You are the head of the family! She will get married in the future. Do you still want to give this house to outsiders?" Sister Yang Yong said.
Sister Yang Yong: "I want you to find another son, but you don't agree. If you don't agree, it's better to have a ready-made one. I'll let Jiabao take care of you until the end."
Fuchen sneered. If she remembered correctly, the only school that could be assigned a room in this school district was No. 8 middle school, which was not very good and the teachers were very poor. She worked hard to participate in the competition and take the No. 1 middle school.
But having said that, the schools in the city are much better than those in the countryside.
"Sister, that's not how it works." Yang Yong hesitated, "I..."
"You don't want a son?" Sister Yang Yong asked, "Who will support you in the future? If you don't have a boy, your family will be destitute! I finally convinced his father to adopt him, but you still don't agree?"
Fuchen climbed over from the balcony, picked up the stainless steel clothes hanger, and opened the balcony with a smile, "Do you think I agree or not?"
The three of them were shocked and didn't know where Fuchen ran out from.
Yang Yong was so frightened that he stood up, "I didn't agree!"
Fuchen Liangliang glanced at Yang Yong and shifted his gaze to Sister Yang Yong.
Sister Yang Yong sat firmly on the chair, "You have no place to speak here!"
Fuchen grabbed the clothes hanger and rushed over to beat him!
"Ah!" the woman screamed. The chair fell over. Yang Yong protected his sister, "Fuchen, calm down!"
The boy stepped forward to fight with Fuchen, but before he could get close, Fuchen knocked him down with three sticks and pinned him down and beat him.
Yang Yong was pushed out by his sister to beat Fuchen, "Hit her! Beat her! You are the head of the family!"
Yang Yong, Yang Yong only dared to pull his nephew away with a stick.
Fuchen chased the three of them and beat them all the way!
The woman screamed.
The three of them ran outside the door. The woman beat Yang Yong and cried and cursed, "Why are you so useless! So useless!"
The floating dust came out coldly.
The three of them retreated to the stairs.
Fuchen looked at Yang Yong and pointed inside the house.
Yang Yong ran back immediately.
The woman grabbed her clothes, but she only managed to catch a corner of her clothes, but she didn't get anyone back.
Fuchen moved his chin and rang the doorman's phone, "Uncle, this is Building 10, 1401. No relatives of mine will be allowed in from now on. What Yang Yong said doesn't work. If you don't let them in, they won't let them in."
The woman pointed at Fuchen and said, "Yang Fuchen! Do you know how to be polite? Your parents have never taught you, I will teach you!" She stepped forward angrily and wanted to hit someone.
The boy grabbed the woman and backed away.
The dusty stick struck me in the head, and the stainless steel clothing support rod was discounted.
The woman covered her head and felt dizzy.
"You're right." Fuchen looked at Yang Yong in the room, "My mother is dead, and my father, I don't know whose father it is."
Yang Yong stood in the room, looking at Fuchen with piercing eyes.
Fuchen entered the house with a "hum". When he was about to close the door, Yang Yong suddenly opened the door and went out. Facing the person on the ground, he took out a card from his bag and said, "There are one hundred thousand here. You go. What you just said, Fuchen doesn't
If I hit you, I will hit you too."
"Yang Yong!" the woman yelled, covering her head and clutching her credit card. The boy next to her punched Yang Yong. When he was about to punch Yang Yong again, a stick stretched out from the house and pointed at him.
"Wait! Uncle is right! You don't even know your last name!" The woman left with her son.
Fuchen smiled as he watched Yang Yong enter the house dejectedly.
Yang Yong knelt down and waited for Ai to hit him.
Fuchen went straight into the house, picked up his schoolbag, opened the door and left.
