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Fang Cheng lit another cigarette, looked through contacts on his phone, and made a call.

"Hello... Lulu...it's me..." After the call was connected, Fang Cheng's sleepy voice reached Liu Lu's ears.

"What's the matter? This tone of death? What happened to my godson?" Liu Lu asked in the doctor's duty room with her legs crossed and a toothpick in her mouth just after eating supper.

"No, Ding Ding is fine. It's me, what if I don't have a job again..." It's really frustrating, he obviously wants to make a good career in Nanzhu.

"What happened?" I didn't just find a job, so why did it disappear?

Fang Cheng told Liu Lu the details of meeting Shao Yiyuan from the very beginning, and she was dumbfounded.

"Damn it, you actually met him again!" Liu Lu had already learned what it means to have a narrow road to an enemy.

"That's right," Fang Cheng leaned on the window sill, leaning his head on the window frame, "I finally got into Nanzhu, now it's all over..."

"No, it's okay, leaving Nanzhu may not be a bad thing, at least you don't have to continue to face that person..." Liu Lu comforted him softly, scolding Shao Yiyuan over and over again in her heart.

"That's the only way..." What kind of job should I find this time?

"Hey, as I said before, you can also apply for a hospital with your resume. What if there are still hospitals recruiting undergraduates? Maybe you can do some research in the hospital. It's better than selling equipment..." Liu Lu still wants to persuade Fang Cheng to work hard in the direction of the medical field.

Fang Cheng laughed when he heard that, "Lulu, you probably don't believe what you said. Where is City A? If you want to enter the hospital as an undergraduate? No matter how hard the background is, you can't get in, okay? Besides, I don't have a background... Back then If it wasn't for Ding Ding to receive a better education, I wouldn't come back to City A, hey, now that I think about it, there's actually nothing wrong with a small city..." An Yi, slow pace, and won't run into Shao Yiyuan.

"I know you are doing it for the good of Ding Ding. It's not that you don't know that educational resources have been gathered in big cities in the past few years. It's right to bring him to City A. If you don't have a job, look for it. If you need money, tell me , I will draw you from the online bank." Liu Lu hates that she is only a small doctor, if her family runs a big hospital like Shao Yiyuan's, she will definitely arrange a job for Fang Cheng right away. Being a father and a mother is hard work.

"It's okay, I have some savings, enough to spend, I don't need your help for the time being." Fang Cheng smiled slightly, the godmother he found for Ding Ding is really nice.

"Tell me if you are short of money! If you let me know that you are hungry for my son, I will beat you with a scalpel!" Liu Lu threatened.

Fang Cheng pouted after hearing this, Ding Ding is his treasure, so he won't starve him, "Okay, okay, I won't starve you as a godson, I will raise him to be fat and fat, No, he is so handsome, and then let him hook up with the little loli hahahahaha! By the way, the boy is a godmother, you can get married and have a child at any time, and when the time comes to marry into our house, I will let Ding Ding take him Delicious and spicy..."

"Fang Cheng, why don't you turn on which pot and carry which pot, right? I work night shifts every day and have meetings during the day, and I'm basically in the hospital. I don't have time to find a partner, huh?" Liu Lu gritted her teeth.

"Hey, you can walk around more in the hospital, are there any patients you like?"

Liu Lu was determined to strangle Fang Cheng to death. She felt that she was a fool who sympathized with him just now, "Fang Cheng, do you want to die... don't you know that I am in intensive care now..."

That's why I said that, "Oh, I thought you were still in the urology department, you're a handsome guy who comes to cut that or something all day long hehehe..." Fang Cheng laughed naively.

After chatting with Liu Ludong for a while, Fang Cheng hung up the phone. The phone returned to the main screen. There was no WeChat, no messages, and no missed calls. It seemed that Shao Yiyuan was really angry, and he was waiting for Monday to go to the company to pack up his things and leave. Bar……

Fang Cheng shook his hair, patted the soot that fell on his body and went into the room, fearing that his body would still smell of smoke, Fang Cheng took the bed towel from the bedroom and came out to sleep on the sofa tonight.

Fang Cheng got up late the next day.

"Dad, Dad, wake up." Dingding rubbed his eyes with bare feet and called Fang Cheng to get up.Waking up early in the morning with his father not around, Ding Ding got out of bed in a daze, walked into the living room and saw Fang Cheng sleeping on the sofa.

"Huh? Dingding? Oh, sorry, Dad got up late." Fang Cheng rolled over and got off the sofa. "Ding Ding, why did you come out without putting on your shoes? It's not okay if the soles of your feet are cold." Fang Cheng picked up his son and went back to the bedroom to put on his shoes.

"I had fun yesterday, I should do some homework today!" Fang Cheng said when pouring milk for Ding Ding.

Ding Ding picked up a piece of fried egg with a fork and put it into his mouth, muttering, "Oh, I don't have much homework anyway, I'll finish it in a while."

"Then after you finish your homework, let's paint! Help Dad clean up in the afternoon after painting?" Fang Cheng suggested.

"Well, yes, but I'm running out of crayons and I need to buy new ones," Ding Ding said.

Fang Cheng thought for a while, the detergent and soap at home were gone, and the body wash was almost used up, so he might as well go to the supermarket. "Okay, after breakfast, Dad will take you to the supermarket to buy crayons. If you use new crayons, remember to draw Dad more beautifully!"

"No problem!" Ding Ding assured him.

Went to the community supermarket to buy things, Fang Cheng went to put the daily necessities back, and Ding Ding went to the balcony to get the drawing board.

After a while, two drawing boards, one large and one small, were set up in the living room, and Ding Ding sat on his small stool with a new crayon in his arms, waiting for his father to come back.Fang Cheng randomly took a pencil from the pen holder on the desk, found the sketchbook, went back to the living room and sat opposite Ding Ding.

This is a game that father and son have often played since Ding Ding knew how to draw.The two sit opposite each other and describe each other.Fang Cheng was very interested in sketching when he was in high school, and he took two semesters of sketching courses in college. His sketchbook was full of tripods, and his son's smiles in daily life were drawn by him. Lifelike.

Similarly, Ding Ding also has a sketchbook here.From a big pile of incomprehensible circles to at least the nose and eyes, Ding Ding's sketchbook has witnessed the progress of his drawing skills.

"Dad, did you smoke while I was sleeping yesterday?" Ding Ding took out a black crayon to draw on his father's hair.

"Well, how did you know?" Fang Cheng's hand holding the pen kept dancing.

"I smelled it on the balcony. The teacher said that smoking is harmful to your health. Dad, you must not smoke." Ding Ding stared at Fang Cheng intently, as if Fang Cheng would not pass this test if he did not agree.

When I was smoking yesterday, the windows on the balcony were all open, and I didn’t close them when I left. Why is there still a smell today? Why is my nose so sharp... Although he thought so in his heart, Fang Cheng still promised the child, "Okay Okay, listen to my baby, don’t smoke, and don’t smoke if you say you don’t smoke.” I guess I have to go to the corridor to smoke next time...

Ding Ding paid attention to Fang Cheng's expression, and secretly assessed how credible his words were, "You said last time that you would stop smoking, but you still did."

"Ding Ding, don't talk when you are painting, or you will paint us Ding Ding ugly." As soon as this remark came out, Ding Ding immediately stopped talking.A little brat, afraid that I would make him ugly, Fang Cheng kept his expression on his face, but laughed so hard that he was about to roll in his heart.

Twenty minutes later, "Okay, I'm done." Fang Cheng took the sketchbook off the drawing board.

"Exchange, exchange!" Ding Ding's side had already finished drawing, and his father was almost impatient to finish the painting.

"Here." Fang Cheng took Ding Ding's notebook and showed him what he had drawn.

"Ah! Dad, I'm not like this!" Ding Ding looked at it, and said, isn't this the serious expression he said to Fang Cheng just now with his mouth puckered, "Dad doesn't allow smoking"!Fang Cheng next to him also matched this sentence.

Fang Cheng looked at Ding Ding's painting, um, the style is very stable, as always, he couldn't understand it. "Ding Ding, what are these two thick yellow stripes?"

"Which one? Oh, these are Dad's eyebrows!"

"Then why is it yellow?"

"There is still a little bit of yellow used up, so I painted colored eyebrows for you."

He is also a master who knows how to budget carefully!

"Oh. What is this red round lump?"

"It's an apple. I drew Dad eating an apple."

Ding Ding, are you sure you drew me eating an apple, not my mouth growing into an apple?

"Well, not bad, looks good!" Fang Cheng finally commented.

"Well, I also think my paintings look good!" Ding Ding couldn't hide the little pride in his eyebrows.

"Hey, it's almost twelve o'clock, put away the drawing board, and Ding Ding will help Dad peel the beans, okay?" Fang Cheng put away the shelf of the drawing board and carried it to the balcony.

Ding Ding put away the crayons, and found that there were many colorful lines drawn on his hands, "Well, I'm going to wash my hands."

In the afternoon, Fang Cheng and Ding Ding cleaned the house together. Ding Ding was small but full of energy and did a lot of housework within his ability. Naturally, he was praised and encouraged by Fang Cheng.Before going to bed at night, Fang Cheng felt heavy when he thought that he would go to the company to face his firing on Monday tomorrow. Remember to bring the USB flash drive with you tomorrow morning. When you leave the company, find a photocopying shop to type out some resumes...

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