Chapter 462 Honest Confucian and Weak Contractor Dad Has a Headache Everyday 14
Chapter 462 The honest and weak contractor father has daily headaches 14
Over there, the gallery owner didn't say anything when he saw it. He chatted slowly with the viewers, and then quietly asked, "How do you think?"
Fuchen noticed that the gallery owner used sign language, and he probably learned it on purpose.
Zhen Shen refused, because she was worried that she would not be able to study with peace of mind because of the huge sum of money. It would be better to sell it after two years to cover the cost of college tuition.
Fuchen watched silently and said nothing.
After returning home, Zhen Shen took her to study. He took her to the gallery to see this scene, and just wanted to tell her: He has the ability to support two people.
From now on, she will go to the highest university and he will go to an art school. They live in the same city and are still together. Lanlan may also go to the same place. Everyone is here.
After Zhen Shen hugged Fuchen and talked, she could feel his full happiness when she looked at his features. However, he was holding her in his hand, and she was holding a competition question.
The more you look forward to the future, the more control you must have over the present. Zhen Shen stared at the dust and completed the questions for two months.
There was no big problem for him to enter art school. In the third year of high school, he followed the basic knowledge tutoring to gain cultural points, which was not a big problem. The only thing he had to worry about was that it was a single-plank bridge in Fuchen.
For two months, the two of them were together almost all the time.
Yang Yong didn't dare to raise his head, "Also, we found sixty people."
The school teacher still led the team to the capital. Yang Yong originally wanted to follow, but trouble started again at his construction site and he really couldn't leave.
Fuchen turned around, ignoring the bruises under the other person's eyes, his eyes were cold, and he opened his mouth, "Mute."
Zhen Shen carefully advised, "There is still a chance. You can take it next year. You can take it next year. At the worst, you can take the college entrance examination as a sports student."
Yang Yong didn't talk about his own affairs, but stared at Fuchen and said worriedly, "You...didn't do well in the exam?"
Yang Yong laughed. It has been more than half a year since I agreed or disagreed.
Fuchen didn't want to study anymore. She knew she had no intention of studying and couldn't sit still.
She occasionally used a public phone or a disposable phone to call Yang Yong to inform him that he was safe.
Zhen Yan frowned and yelled, "I don't agree! What do you mean by dowry? Now is the first step, I! No! Agree!"
Only the brain is dizzy.
Yang Yong stared at Fuchen and looked at his legs. He didn't understand Fuchen's reaction, but he still agreed out of habit.
"The workers beat you?" Fuchen couldn't believe it.
Zhen Shen looked confused, stood up, and looked at Fu Chen.
Yang Yong smiled naively, "Eat wine, eat wine, let's go have wine."
"You can't let them go! That's your university!" Yang Yong pointed to the sky and was filled with indignation.
"What do you mean? You mean my Ah Shen is pestering your Fuchen? Do you think your Fuchen looks like a girl?" Zhen Yan was pushed into the car.
Fuchen lowered his eyes and looked at Yang Yong with a gloomy expression, "What's going on with you?"
When I went out in the morning, Fuchen opened the door under a blanket. Yang Yong was on crutches.
Fuchen pushed the person away and said sternly, "This is my family's business, don't you understand?"
Fuchen grabbed the person to stop him from falling, and carefully put him back together with Zhen Shen.
The co-author found someone from outside who beat Yang Yong.
"Who is that!" Yang Yong stood up excitedly, completely forgetting that he had a broken bone, "Call the police! Call the police to catch them!" As soon as his leg hit the ground, he fell down in pain.
Yang Yong hesitated and said, "The company's capital chain was broken, the boss ran away with the money, and the company filed for bankruptcy. The contractor delayed our wages for half a year, and the Chinese New Year is about to come..."
Zhen Shen was painting in the studio, and Fuchen was writing questions in the studio. They sprinted all the way until the end of December, when the national competition began.
Fuchen ignored it.
"What? Do you want to be beaten again? Or are they going to find me and beat me?" Fuchen asked.
The elevator door opened. Fuchen got in first.
"Oh, it's the children who want to be together, and I didn't ask them to be together. If you can persuade your Ah Shen to break up, my Fu Chen won't say much." Yang Yong took the person out for a drink, trying to get through.
Yang Yong looked at Fuchen, half paid, with his head lowered, "I'm useless."
Fuchen couldn't help feeling depressed and said nothing. He didn't call the police, but called a taxi.
"Ah ha ha ha."
Fuchen rolled his eyes at him and said, "You don't have to worry about my affairs. Get rid of your messy affairs quickly." He got up and went to his room, closed the door and locked it, threw himself on the bed, and suppressed his tears.
Yang Yong was even more surprised when he saw Fu Chen, "Why so early?" He sensed something was wrong and asked, "Did something happen?"
Yang Yong educated, "If anything happens, please communicate more. Don't be like this. Come back later and apologize."
Yang Yong was silent.
Yang Yong looked at Fuchen and said, "Okay. Don't think too much, dad will find a way."
Yang Yong: "I took a big order to support my family Fuchen's dowry!" He patted Zhen Yan on the back and said, "You have to work hard! The bride price must be generous!"
Zhen Yan also noticed something was wrong between the two of them, and pulled Yang Yong to ask, "What's going on? I think you are very suspicious now. Those things you told me during the New Year...have you discovered it a long time ago?"
It's over.
"This is your dowry." Yang Yong choked.
"Have second chances."
Fuchen remained silent and expressionlessly took a taxi to the housing management office and was busy changing his name. When everything was done, Fuchen looked at Yang Yong and said, "I want to go out for a walk and won't go back."
Opening the door, Fuchen stood by the door, "Tell me honestly, can mortgage or selling the house solve the problem?"
"What's wrong with you?" Fuchen ran over.
Yang Yong was dissatisfied, "Fuchen, how can you talk about people like this?"
Zhen Shen gestured, "I have it." His paintings can be sold at high prices.
The matter between the two of them was not a secret in the school, and the teacher turned a blind eye and let the two of them act alone. He only told them to take a rest and pay attention to the game time.
When the two returned home, they unexpectedly discovered that Yang Yong had casts on his legs and feet and a bandage on his face.
The school kept her student status for one year, waiting for her to come back. But Fuchen did not come back until she graduated from high school.
Yang Yong paid wages to the workers, and he ate meat only when the workers had porridge. If the workers could only drink porridge, they would eat it for free. It was pretty good.
Fuchen waved his hand, "It's not your business, don't get involved. We can solve it."
Fuchen raised his hand to hit someone, but when he saw the bandage on Yang Yong's forehead, he stopped and said, "Say!"
Yang Yong frowned and stared at Fuchen. He knew that Fuchen was in a bad mood. He couldn't refute, let alone refute, "Please pay attention to your own safety."
"Fuck you! Who is drinking with you? I don't agree! I don't agree to this marriage."
She was relaxing in the capital for a few days as usual, but by chance, Fuchen was robbed when she went out that day. Fuchen subconsciously wanted to chase her, but suddenly realized that the ID card was indeed in her pocket.
The phone hangs up.
Zhen Shen had been following Fu Chen cautiously, and he was relieved when he saw that she could sit down and talk. He poured hot water for the two of them and sat silently next to Fu Chen, listening.
It's okay. The game is important.
Fuchen lowered his head and looked at the ground. After a long time, he said, "Take care of yourself." He turned around and left.
"There is still one month left to celebrate the New Year. No one is rich." Yang Yong explained, "This has been delayed for half a year."
Zhen Shen saw Fuchen resisting him and turned around to leave.
"How much?" Fuchen screamed.
Zhen Shen insisted, "I can give it to you."
Fu Chen was discouraged, "How much difference?"
"..."
How can it not hurt if you fall from a height?
She has always been steadfast in her vows, and she has been able to be willful and perverse all these years. How could it not hurt when she was suddenly photographed at the bottom of the valley?
She wanted to leave. She didn't want to face it.
"There is still a chance. Don't give up."
Fuchen shook his hand, pursed his lips and smiled, pretending to be relaxed, "I failed the exam. I was knocked unconscious and thrown into the suburbs."
5 years later.
Fuchen was powerless. Just when he was about to say something, someone stabbed him in the back. He turned around.
As usual, Zhen Shen followed secretly and met Fuchen.
No one came from the suburbs. The two of them walked back to the city step by step.
Fuchen rolled his eyes and said, "Let's take out the house as a mortgage." Her name was on the real estate certificate, didn't he want to talk to her in the end?
"Sit down!" Fuchen pushed the person to sit on the sofa and sternly said, "The people who arrested me are gangsters. They have been here for half a year and it has no effect on them. I can only guess at the instigator behind, but there is no evidence. How to deal with it? Call the police? Calling the police will help.
? Can it solve the current situation?"
Yang Yong lowered his head, "I have already thrown away more than one million yuan in my hand, and the car is mortgaged, and there is still a shortfall of six million yuan."
Yang Yong entered the elevator with crutches. Fuchen quickly pressed the button to close it.
"Six million."
Fuchen left and never came back.
He was groggy and slept until midnight. Fuchen knocked on the door and woke Yang Yong up.
Fuchen called Yang Yong, "I'm going back to buy a house. In city B, do you want to come and live with me?"
But they didn't expect that more than a dozen people blocked them and dragged them away.
Fuchen was annoyed by such comments. He sat back and said, "What's going on with you? Tell me clearly."
The dusty face is cold.
"I can handle it." Yang Yong hesitated.
Fuchen stared blankly ahead, showing no reaction.
Fuchen couldn't beat her four hands with her fists. She was taken into the car and passed out. When she was woken up by Zhen Shen, it was already dark. Everything on her body was still there.
Yang Yong was in pain, "Do you want to come back? It doesn't matter if you do business. I won't force you. Come back and see, Ah Shen..."
Yang Yong turned to look at Zhen Shen, who was still standing at the door, seemingly frozen. Then he turned to look at Fu Chen, who was motionless, like a cold iron statue in the square.
The father and daughter both hit rock bottom and were truly brothers in distress.
"How big of an order did you take? There are only fifty people. Can you take a big order?" Fuchen asked.
Yang Yong looked towards the next door with a bitter look on his face.
Fuchen looked at Yang Yong carefully, "When you fell and broke your bones, you also fell on your forehead?" He sat down and said, "There was an accident at the construction site?"
Zhen Yan sensed something was wrong, and Ji Fuchen actually didn't refute today, "Why are you so happy?"
"Click." The door of Zhen's house opened. Zhen Shen saw Fuchen.
Zhen Shen leaned back and fell on the sofa, looking at Fuchen in confusion. In the past two days, he had been careful to protect Fuchen's dignity and emotions. He really didn't know why he was attacking him now.
The door is not closed.
When they first met, she also said, "Mute."
Zhen Shen was stunned and paused as she was about to step out.
"Let's go to the housing management office during the day and change the landlord back." Fuchen said.
"Don't quarrel." Yang Yong advised Zhen Shen, "She's in a bad mood." He turned around and patted Fuchen, "Go and apologize quickly."
When the teacher called, he just said that he had fallen asleep, then hung up the phone. He bought the tickets and went back. Zhen Shen followed.
"It's okay." Yang Yong smiled with a smile on his face, "Take a fall."
"Don't quarrel. Don't quarrel." Yang Yong reconciled, "It's my fault."
This is the news that she has finally come back after all these years. It must be achieved through success and fame, and it must be a glorious return to her hometown.
When he came back, the first acquaintance Fuchen unexpectedly saw was Zhen Shen.
Things are the same and people are no longer the same.
In the corridor in front of the two houses: Zhen Shen still looks like the quiet and gentle little prince in his memory, but the dust has been polished into sharp edges.
