The wonderful life of Xu Damao, who is full of love in the courtyard

I am not pregnant.

Qin Huairu howled at the crowd at the same time that she was not pregnant.

Ashamed of Qin Huairu, who made himself ashamed by messing around with broken shoes, he was blocked by a thirteen or fourteen-year-old boy on the way to school.

"Are you Qin Huairu's son?" The little boy blocking the way of the stick revealed the parentage of the stick.

Hearing that the other party asked him if he was Qin Huairu's son, he was already annoyed that Qin Huairu messed with someone's broken shoes and was a sulking stickler.

In an instant, he became the strongest white-eyed wolf.

He categorically denied that he was Qin Huairu's son.

"I'm not, I don't have a mother like Qin Huairu."

Stick is indeed the strongest white-eyed wolf, and he has begun to disown his mother, and he doesn't even think about it. If it weren't for his mother, would Stick be so white and fat?

"You are Qin Huairu's son."

It was as if a hat with the words "son of a woman with broken shoes" was put on his head, and he denied again and again that his mother was Qin Huairu, and even moved his dead ghost father out.

"I'm Jia Tao's son. I don't have a mother named Qin Huairu. My mother died long ago."

"You can't lie to me, you are Qin Huairu's son." The little boy said in a tone of hatred: "I saw it at the door just now. Your mother is Qin Huairu. Your mother is really shameless. She is still pregnant when she is a widow." little doll."

"I'm not Qin Huairu's son."

"You are the son of that shameless stinky woman."

"I'm not."

"You are, your mother is a broken shoe, messing around with other men, and your mother is still a bad woman with pus."

"I beat you to death."

The extremely furious Stick Terrier looked like an angry little wolf dog, viciously rushing towards the little boy who blocked his way.

I don't know who I learned from.

The first move in a stick fight turned out to be a headbutt.

Hit the little boy with his head like a bull.

Although the stick's head hit the little boy's body, because the little boy was holding a stone in his hand, and the little boy was two or three years older than the stick, his height and strength were far superior to the stick's.

Therefore, the stick was defeated in this fight.

How can flesh and blood be the opponent of stone.

Not to mention the broken head, the knee of the left leg was still in the process of fighting, and was hit hard by the stone in the boy's hand a few times, causing a swelling the size of a small watermelon.

When Qin Huairu learned about this incident, it was already three hours after the incident.

hospital.

With the support of Yi Zhonghai, Qin Huairu, Liu Haizhong, the steward of the compound, and Xu Damao, the new deputy director of the rolling mill, stopped the doctor who was going to treat the stick.

"Comrade, I am the mother of the stick, I just want to know how is the stick now?"

The person who was stopped was young, only sixteen or seventeen years old, and his immature cheeks were full of unconvincing conditions.

Xu Damao secretly clicked his tongue.

Asking is tantamount to asking.

Just looking at the age of these people and the enthusiasm with which each of them grasped the Supreme Book and raced against the clock to learn, one could tell that the situation of the stick was not very optimistic.

Borrow a famous saying from later generations that is popular on the Internet.

The clown is in the halls.

The master is wandering.

Those with experience and ability are training intensively, breaking the Guinness World Record of surviving hunger for seven days with dozens of people, while those who are inexperienced and nothing are doing well.

It's no wonder it's good.

"You are?"

"I am the mother of Sticky Terrier."

"We are all neighbors in the same compound, and I am Liu Haizhong, the steward of the compound." Liu Haizhong did not forget Xu Damao this time.

The main reason is that people are not very willing to deal with Liu Haizhong.

Pulling an expressionless face.

In the eyes of others, the steward of the compound is just a dispensable big stinky fart.

Liu Haizhong really regarded it as a treasure.

"This is Comrade Xu Damao, deputy director of our rolling mill."

The face of the young man who treated the rod became a little respectful, it seemed that the name of the deputy director of the rolling mill frightened him.

"Are you the deputy director of the rolling mill?"

"Hello, I am Xu Damao, the deputy director of the rolling mill." Xu Damao reached out his hand to shake his hand, "The old man taught us to go deep into life, and I came here on behalf of tens of thousands of employees of the rolling mill to express our condolences. "

This is what is said above.

As for the words behind the scenes.

It was Xu Damao who heard that the stick was beaten and sent to the hospital, so he wanted to see the result.

Most of the thoughts are gloating.

It's not that Xu Damao's mind is impure, and his character and morality are problematic.

It's Xu Damao who wants to see the ending where good people get rewarded with good rewards and bad people get rewarded with bad rewards.

"Hello, Deputy Director Xu."

"Bang Geng is the son of Qin Huairu, the canteen helper in our rolling mill. How is he doing now?"

Xu Damao's face.

Young people still have to give.