Xingfu Community is a relatively old community. Most of the people living there are relatively poor people, and most of the houses are rented.
Feng Xijue drove the car into the community. The road conditions in the community were not good, with potholes and water accumulation. Soon, his high-end sports car worth tens of millions was stained with a lot of mud.
He called Ling Chuchu's phone again, but the phone was still turned off. He reluctantly put the phone in his pocket, then opened the door and got out of the car.
Feng Xijue looked at the dirty garbage not far away and couldn't help but curse in a low voice. He couldn't help but wonder, could anyone really live here?
"You are a bastard who has no parents! Bastard, bastard!" A chubby little boy pointed at Zi'er and yelled!
"You are talking nonsense, you are the bastard, I am not, no!" Ling Zier yelled at the little man angrily!
"Hmph, if you dare to scold me, beat her to death together, you bastard!" Seeing this, the little boy commanded the children with him to attack Ling Zi'er non-stop.
"I'll fight with you!" Ling Zi'er was not to be outdone. Regardless of the stones and rubbish flying towards her, she stepped forward and grabbed the little fat man, and pushed her head hard against him.
The little fat man was pushed to the ground by her. In anger, he grabbed Ling Zi'er's braided hair and pulled hard. Ling Zi'er screamed in pain, and grabbed the little fat man's hair without politeness, and soon
The two of them struggled together.
The children around saw this and wanted to help the little fat man, but they were stopped by an angry shout!
"Stop! Let go of everyone!" Feng Xijue strode to the children's side, glaring at the little boys who bullied Ling Zi'er with a cold face!
All the children were stunned by him, because they rarely saw this kind of uncle wearing a suit and tie, and this uncle's aura was so strong that they were so scared that they wanted to run away, but their legs were trembling and unable to move.
, as if he was nailed to the spot, his eyes widened in horror.
"Shit!" Feng Xijue pulled open his tie forcefully and said to the fat boy who was still holding Ling Zi'er's braid, "Don't let her go yet!"
The little fat man was startled by him, quickly let go, and burst into tears.
"Don't cry!" Feng Xijue roared coldly, and the little fat man immediately stopped crying and looked at him in fear.
"You guys bully a little girl, what kind of heroes are you? Girls are there to protect, not to bully! Do you understand?" Feng Xijue pointed at the dirty children in front of him to teach.
"I know... I know!" Several little boys looked at him fearfully and replied, looking at Feng Xijue with a mixture of admiration and fear!
"Apologise to her! Say you will never bully her again!" Feng Xijue demanded to the fat man standing next to Ling Zi'er.
"But, she has no parents, she is a bastard, I don't want to apologize to her!" The little fat man mustered up the courage to say, but was so frightened by Feng Xijue's eyes that he shut his mouth!
"Who said I don't have a mom and dad! I have a mom and dad. My mom is the best mom in the world, and my dad is the best dad in the world. They just go out to make money and want to send me to kindergarten!" Ling Zier was angry.
Yelled at the little fat guy.
Feng Xijue looked at the little girl standing stubbornly with her small breasts raised, and suddenly felt that she was very similar to that girl Ling Chuchu. She seemed weak, but deep down she was more proud than a princess!
At this moment, her hair was messed up and her clothes were dirty, but she still looked like a proud little princess, exuding a touch of nobility!
"Did you hear that? Let me tell you, a real man does not bully the weak like you, but protects the weak, you know?" Feng Xijue continued to educate these little brats!
"Then can I become someone like you, uncle?" The little fat man looked at him with admiration and asked weakly.
Feng Xijue looked at the little fat man's chubby little body and his ordinary little face and said, "As long as you do what uncle says, you will definitely become a better man than uncle!"
"Uncle, is it true? Then I will never bully girls again. I want to protect them! I also want to be a man like uncle!" The little boy cheered happily, and then led the children to Ling Zi'er.
I apologized and ran away happily.
"You still have to study hard!" Feng Xijue couldn't help but add!
"I know, uncle!"
"Good uncle, it's really you. I knew we would meet again. We are so destined!" Ling Zi'er wiped the dirt on her face and ran to him happily and raised her head.
Looking at him.
"Good uncle?" Feng Xijue knelt down. He had already recognized Ling Zi'er, the little girl who borrowed his cell phone from him that time.
"Yes, uncle is willing to lend me his mobile phone, so he is a good uncle!" Ling Zier replied happily!
"So that's it!" Feng Xijue smiled at her, stretched out his hand to straighten her messy hair, took out a handkerchief from his pocket, and carefully wiped the dirty hair for her.
Small face.
At this moment, his heart actually became soft. For some reason, he liked this little girl whom he had only met twice. He considered himself not an enthusiastic person, but when he saw her being bullied, he couldn't help but help her.
, and he has a slight mysophobia. If it were normal, he would definitely ignore this dirty little girl, but now not only does he not dislike her, he even helps her clean up the mess. These unusual actions make him feel...
strangeness.
"Thank you, uncle!" Ling Zier smiled with crooked eyebrows. She fell in love with this good uncle more and more. It would be great if this uncle was her father!
"You're welcome! What are you doing here?" Feng Xijue put away the handkerchief and looked at a flower cloth bag beside her strangely. It was bulging and she didn't know what was inside.
"Oh, I'm picking up bottles! Uncle, I've picked up a lot of bottles today!" Ling Zi'er immediately opened the bag and placed the bottles she had worked so hard to pick up in front of Feng Xijue like a treasure.
"Picking up a bottle? What are you doing picking this up?" Feng Xijue looked at the empty mineral water bottles in the bag in puzzlement.
"Of course it's for selling money. One bottle costs a dime, ten bottles cost one dollar. I can pick up more than twenty bottles every day, but I can sell them for more than two yuan!" Ling Zi'er happily put away the bottles and put them away.
On the other hand, if she makes some money herself, she can save some money for her mother, so that her mother doesn't have to work so hard as she does now.
