Fengtian past events

The next morning was the beginning of disaster.

Yining held the door open, crying and refusing to go to school, scolding was neither coaxing nor coaxing.Although Yicheng didn't cry or make noise, he stood by the door and protested silently.

I said helplessly, "What are you thinking? Are you rebelling?"

Ening paused, and howled louder.

"Dad, I've thought it through too," Yicheng said with a straight face, negotiating in a solemn tone accompanied by his sister's cries, "If the matter is not resolved, Yining will definitely still be bullied, and I will definitely have to fight Fukuyama. He definitely can't beat me," he said with his tail cocked, as if very proud, "this will enter a vicious circle, right? So, I think, after you get rid of Fukuyama's father, I will go to school to fight him. Fukuyama got it done."

I was so choked by his hooligan-like words that I almost couldn't breathe, trembling and holding back for a long time, I finally choked out a sentence of "outrageous".

Liu Guoqing, who was frowning with his arms folded, looked at this posture and finally decided to come up to help.Rubbing Yining's little head, then patted Yicheng's shoulder, and said to Yicheng: "Take my sister to wash her face, like a little cat."

Yicheng nodded hurriedly, very obedient and obedient.

I don't think this is a good sign. Now these two bastards know that if Dad disagrees with any request, then it will definitely get twice the result with half the effort if Dad Liu asks for it.

Then he glared angrily at him and said, "You two don't want to go, are you really going along with it?"

"I think what Yicheng said makes sense," he said solemnly, "Children are very fragile, often bullied, and will feel inferior when they grow up. Ningning should be a proud little princess, not a little princess with no confidence." Patted my arm, "Daughter's family don't force her to do anything, the most important thing is to create a safe environment for her. It is still early to hone."

I have to admit, he knows me better than I thought.

"We have to go to work. We can't take care of them today. Leave them here? Don't worry?"

Liu Guoqing raised the corners of his mouth and showed a decent smile: "Anyway, you still have to go to Boss Zou after get off work, why don't you let him go. Boss Zou won't be stingy with a meal, right?"

"..."

Yining knew Zou Shengzu well, and didn't have much rejection.Yicheng didn't need to worry about it, so he warned them to be obedient and not to cause trouble—although I didn't believe they could do it at all—and then went to the police station with Liu Guoqing.

"I didn't expect Boss Zou to be so straightforward." Walking side by side with Liu Guoqing, he seemed to be having a fight, so he had nothing to say, "I thought he didn't like children."

"He won't let you see even if he doesn't like it," he snorted coldly, "Do you think you know him well?"

"Why did you take the gunpowder?" Frowning, "Didn't I tell you clearly last night, I don't know Boss Zou well, so don't give me shame!"

It may be that the tone of Northeast dialect is stronger than that of Beijing movies. I don't think there is anything wrong with this statement, but it sounds a bit heavy to Liu Guoqing.

He didn't come back when he was angry, which made me even more confused.If he quarrels back, at worst, I will speak softly and let it go.But he just didn't say a word and left him alone to cool down, and he didn't give him a step. How can I speak softly?

He is like a piece of ice, which cannot be covered with heat.The result of trying to keep him warm is to watch the ice melt into water.

Maybe it would be better if he figured it out for himself.

He didn't say hello to him after work, presumably he didn't want to meet Boss Zou.In a way, I was also relieved.

After being notified by Li Si, I entered the office, and saw two little ones lying on the ground, head to head, each pressing a small notebook, and using a pen to trace English letters on it. I.

Unexpectedly, I was greeted by such a scene. I looked at Boss Zou with a pipe in his mouth with sincere admiration, and said sincerely, "When will you go bankrupt? If you go bankrupt, come to my house and take care of my children!"

I was sure it was a compliment, but his face turned black, his jaw raised, and he motioned me to look at the watch box on the table, which contained an Innerg watch.I don't know much about this kind of things, I can only see the brand, but I don't know which style it is.

Zou Shengzu said: "Both children like it, but there is only one watch. I will let them compete to see who can memorize 26 letters first, and give the watch to whoever."

"How can this work!" I said, continuing to play with the watch in my hand, "It's too expensive, how about giving it to two little bastards? Why don't you—" give it to me.

He raised his eyebrows, with a playful look in his eyes: "Why not? If you really feel embarrassed, why don't you return my Patek Philippe."

Immediately put the watch back into the watch box, gently pushed it back to its original position, raised both hands and said: "I'm an old beggar who broke the bowl and is poor and poor, don't take this opportunity to blackmail me."

Zou Shengzu sneered, and called Li Si to take the children down to stroll around Siping Street, buying whatever he liked.The two children were even more excited, but their eyes were still fixed on the watch on the table.

what a shame.

"When you come back to test you, whoever recites it well will give it to him."

After the children went out, I said, "Hey, it's the father's fault if the son doesn't teach..."

"Okay, what to put on. I can also know a few English letters. If it's poetry and songs, you have to go to Mr. Luo." Zou Shengzu said, put the pipe aside, got up and went to the cupboard to take out two cups. A bottle of red wine, a glass was a little late, handed it over, watched me take a sip, and suddenly asked, "What's the matter with you and Liu Guoqing?"

Caught off guard by his question, he choked all the wine into his throat and coughed a few times. Seeing that he was still waiting for an answer, he couldn't help but feel a little guilty and his eyes wandered: "...what's going on?"

"Are you playing with him or are you serious?" He continued to ask, "Is he with you? Playing or serious?"

I looked up at him.

"Are you—serious?"

"I think you should have known I was serious a long time ago," I said, "You were the first to know what I was thinking." Maybe earlier than Liu Guoqing.

"And what about him," he asked, "what does he mean?"

"I don't know." His mouth was a little dry, he drank the red wine in the glass, poured some more, thought about it, continued to pour more, and filled the glass half full, "Do you know what to do, isn't it always like that? It is a day to be able to live. The world is so chaotic now, there is no guarantee that something will happen tomorrow, so why do you have the heart to talk about it all day long."

After finishing speaking, there was a long silence before he opened his mouth and said, "Oh." Then he lowered his head, plugged and pulled out the cork as if looking for trouble, "That, that, I mean..."

"What?"

"What's your two... position like? I mean, that, you know..."

His face turned red!I can't wait to throw a glass of wine in his face, but I want to maintain my demeanor, it's too insulting to be polite to become angry.

So I said, "Of course I'm in the lead," snorted, and said boldly, "With his small body, can he overwhelm me?"

He seemed to be relieved, his expression was much more relaxed, and he touched mine with his wine glass: "Then congratulations."

After chatting for a long time, the topic finally made progress: "Shengzu, do you know the vice president of the Sino-Japanese Private Chamber of Commerce? The surname is Fushan."

He said "hmm".

"It's a little troublesome for me." After thinking for a while, he chose a farce-like angle, "Children, it's inevitable to play and fight. The one surnamed Fushan, his son and Yicheng Yining are in the same school. At that time, Yicheng's hands became a little heavier, no, Fukuyama is not very happy..."

Zou Shengzu put the wine glass on the table with a crisp voice.

After a while, he said, "You really know how to find trouble."

I want to refute that it is not the father who is looking for trouble, but the son is looking for trouble, but when I think of what I just said, "it is the father's fault if the son does not teach", such a rebuttal seems ridiculous.

"That Fukuyama is proud and conceited, he has no fucking skills, how do you think he became the vice president?" Zou Shengzu picked up his pipe again, picked up the shredded tobacco, and glanced at me, "You should know his brother-in-law. He was in the Fengtian Army. Stayed, surnamed Henggou, official position as Major."

The author has something to say: I forgot about Henggou Shaozuo Xiansen’s return to Chapter 12~~

My head hurts from reading the script, so I climbed up and let out Yi children's shoes for a walk...