Chapter 342 The father and son picking up trash in the interstellar world 42
Chapter 342 Father and Son Picking Up Trash in the Interstellar 42
Author: Qingqingli acridine
Chapter 342 Father and Son Picking Up Trash in the Interstellar 42
When Yun Fei and Wu Zhe met for the first time, both sides had a subtle feeling.
Yunfei: Did the comic hero come out of the book?
Wu Zhe: A person who cannot divine the past and future using witchcraft.
But his blood told him that this person was harmless.
Thinking of this, Wu Zhe took off his politeness, bowed and apologized, "I'm sorry about your father's matter. This is my dereliction of duty as the leader of the country."
He is indeed responsible for this matter, and he will not shirk it, nor will he lose face when he apologizes.
After all, it was a life and a soldier of his federation defending his homeland.
To be honest, this situation is inevitable whether it is in the federation or elsewhere.
If Yunfei hadn't been outstanding enough to come into the eyes of senior officials like them, who would have noticed that someone at the bottom was unjustly accused and died.
They were soldiers stationed abroad, but no one really knew what happened.
Yunfei naturally understands this truth, as long as the executioner is dead. If he insists on pursuing the protective umbrella behind the executioner and wants to uproot it, it would be too ignorant.
He also bowed in return and said: "Your Majesty, the words are serious. The Federation is so big, how can you pay attention to everyone? Political affairs are already heavy enough."
The two parties intended to make good friends, and Xia's father was not mentioned again in the subsequent conversation. The two of them talked and laughed about the nursing home.
Especially the vegetable patch, even as noble as Wu Zhe, he couldn't help but be extremely excited.
After learning that these were all for eating after a while, his heart started to bleed, but he still pretended to be calm...
Not to mention how uncomfortable it was, my face turned pink.
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Time flies.
Five years have passed in a flash.
Today, Yunfei needs to attend a party to receive the grand prize of the number one therapist in the federation.
This is recognized by the people. Even the empire's Laixi Zi is not one-tenth as good as him.
Xia Qingzhu, wearing a tie and shirt, was helping him organize his speech at the desk, while Yunfei was lying on the bed with no intention of getting up.
Since he taught a group of students, the number of visits to the sanatorium has become less and less.
Stay at home all day, watch live broadcasts, play games, watch movies, read novels...
All in all, it's very hateful.
Why do you say it's about causing hatred?
Because there were four people in the family, he was the only one who could sleep until noon. The others got up at seven in the morning and rushed to school.
Even at noon, Xia Qingzhu was asked to bring food back from school for him to eat.
Since plants began to become popular, Yunfei has not kept secrets at all and has published many recipes.
Occasionally, when Xia Qingzhu doesn't have time to come back, Xia Wu or Xia Qin will bring him food.
Because he has become so exhausted that he no longer cooks, and is no longer the sanator with exquisite diet.
"Dad, wake up quickly and have breakfast!"
Yunfei, who didn't sleep until midnight while playing games, didn't want to move.
Which person who stays up late has eaten breakfast? If you don’t eat, don’t eat!
However, Xia Qingzhu did not allow him to do this, "Get up quickly and go to bed after breakfast. Are you not planning to get stomachache?"
The man in bed muttered something unknown.
"What did you say?"
"Isn't there an artificial stomach..."
This sentence almost made Xia Qingzhu angry to death. She ripped off the quilt and opened the curtains.
"If you can't afford it anymore, I will run away from home with my uncles and aunts and let you live on your own without anyone caring about you!"
Seeing that his father had already sat up with his head on the chicken coop, he accepted his fate and went to help get clothes and breakfast.
It's a good thing his mother died early, otherwise it would be like having an extra child.
At the age of thirteen this year, he has not yet come into his rebellious phase, but he feels that his father's rebellious phase is quite long.
Seeing the person who had finished washing go directly to open the refrigerator, Xia Qingzhu gritted his teeth and asked: "Dad, what do you want to do?"
"I'm thirsty, get a bottle of juice."
"Drinking ice so early in the morning, your stomach really doesn't want it? I've cooked soy milk for you, drink it quickly and go back to sleep for you."
Yun Feiba sighed and compromised, "Okay, alas... Who told me, your father, to be a son-slave?"
"Yes, yes, you are a slave who stretches out his hands when clothes come and opens his mouth when food comes. How wronged you are.
Do you still need my son to help you improve the game levels later?"
"Hey, if it doesn't delay your study, then help me hit it. It's too low, and people will laugh at dad."
The man with a playful smile makes his beautiful facial features look greasy.
But the corners of Xia Qingzhu's lips still curled up, childishly!
Alas, who knew this was my biological father?
"It's useless to fight. Your skills can't keep up, and you'll be reported to the police within two days."
Yunfei refused, "You can say that I don't cook well, I don't play music well, and my vegetable growing skills are not good, but you can't say that I am a good gamer.
Let me tell you, I don’t even have the face to give it to my own son, so I will exercise my father’s rights later.”
Xia Qingzhu, who was drinking porridge calmly, raised his eyebrows and said, "Oh? Are you promising and want to domestically abuse your son?"
"What are you talking about? Our family is civilized and we won't do anything."
"Then I understand, confiscate my game account and use it for yourself, right?"
"You are still a child, playing games affects your studies..."
Xia Qingzhu looked at him with a half-smile but asked, "Then who keeps saying that his account has been blocked and his life is meaningless? He is begging me to fight for him?"
"Um, Dad is full and goes back to his room to sleep first. Son, please remember to wake me up in the afternoon!"
"Don't go to bed just after you've eaten. Play some games before going to bed."
"knew!"
Seeing that the person had already rushed back to the room in a hurry, the little boy could only sigh helplessly.
Don't ask, it's just tiring to ask.
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Tonight, the lights of the Federal Hotel are brightly lit, and there are many limited edition speed cars parked in front of the door.
People in gorgeous clothes arrived in an endless stream holding invitations.
Yunfei, dressed in a black suit, stepped off the speed car with his hands in his pockets.
Behind him is Xia Qingzhu, wearing a tie, shirt and trousers.
There are also Xia Wu wearing a royal blue suit and Xia Qin wearing a small dress.
With Yunfei's popularity in recent years, as soon as he appeared on the stage, dignitaries rushed over to make friends.
Although under his training, the group of therapists has become large enough, everyone still wants to enter Xinxing Sanatorium.
After all, there are still only a few apprentices who are better than their masters.
His students' recuperation effects are also good, but they are still insufficient to deal with severe cases.
But Yunfei's action is different. Patients on the verge of mutation have a chance of pressing the stop button.
This is the strength of the Federation's No. 1 sanator.
And his charm that only gives favors, not sells them.
Maybe one day, a small life will be saved just because of a small animal skin.
"Mr. Xia, you came very early today!"
"Haha, you came earlier."
"Mr. Xia is the protagonist today, congratulations."
"Everyone is giving me face." Yunfei did not deny it, although the winner of this award will not be announced until later.
But in fact, it has already spread throughout the world. It was originally an honor established for him by the leader of the country, Wu Zhe.