Mr. Fu Hei doesn't think so

Not long after Eili's mother passed away, it was Fu Heihui's second birthday, but because of the previous bad news, this birthday was not remembered, or if it was remembered, there was no mood to celebrate it, so it passed smoothly.

After Huiyuan Shier left, the guy completely returned to his original form, and the life of the father and son dropped from the original happiness to the lowest level that could barely be maintained.

The house was in a mess, and Shi Er didn't clean it anymore, as if he regarded this place as a dragon's pool and a tiger's den that he couldn't avoid. He took his son Hui to stay in different homes all day long, but the only similarity was the rich woman's house.

Fu Heihui, who was forced to stay with Shier in a strange woman's house, expressionlessly began to fight wits and courage with the depraved scumbag father.

The initial verbal resistance was ineffective, and after a few times, Fu Heihui simply ran away from home. The little guy said with a serious face that he would never stay overnight with that little boy Shi Er.

Damn it, it wasn't long after his mother passed away that this guy became like this.

A scumbag, a bastard, a soft-boiled man, and a disorderly person. When I also go to that world, I must sue my mother.

Hui, who ran away from home, went to the police station to report, and was taken care of as a lost child. When Zenyuan Shier, who found his son missing, received the police's news and came slowly, Hui didn't even look at it. Glancing at him, he snorted and turned his head to look away.

After this kind of thing happened four or five times in a month, even the police couldn't see it.

"Father is with different women, I don't like it." Fu Heihui said in a soft and immature voice when the police asked the reason.

Then the police lady's face turned black.

When asked where her mother was, Hui, with a small face not as big as a palm, drooped her slender and thick eyelashes, and answered truthfully.

So Miss Police blew up.

"I said you, I know that single fathers are very hard, but since you have a child, you have to take responsibility for me! Not long after my wife passed away, she hang out with other women, and ignore the child's emotions, even more than Once or twice! Are you in a normal mind!? Xiaohui is only two years old! What if something happens!? Even if you leave it to a relative to take care of it!"

The police lady was full of indignation, "Next time, I will definitely contact Xiaohui's other relatives and ask them to apply for a transfer of your custody!"

This is the angry words of the police lady. Although it may not be impossible to implement, it is not easy to operate. After all, according to the laws of this country, the custody of the biological father is not so simple and can be transferred.

But he grew up ignored by the Buddhist monks, and he didn't even know the laws of ordinary people without going to school.

The Zenyuan Shier, who had been scolded, looked at his child with dead fish eyes: "..."

Fu Heihui looked back at each other blankly, two pairs of similar green eyes intertwined silently.

...Smelly brat, the older he grows, the less cute he becomes.

It doesn't matter if the custody is transferred, anyway, he doesn't have the ability to be a good father.

Zenyuan Shier thought so in his heart, but shut up quickly.

After all, if you want to contact Hui's relatives... From the perspective of power, his relatives are the most likely to be approached, but that is the trash dump of the Zenyuan family.

Although it was originally planned to hand over the person to the Chanyuan family after Hui's awakening spell, but... if he is forced to transfer the custody, he may not get the money.

And it looks very inferior, handing over Huihui to others for nothing.

His Hui can definitely awaken spells, regardless of the strength of the spells, based on the amount of magic power revealed at a young age, it is worth at least [-] to [-] million. It is not a problem to knock out one billion from the heap.

Shi Er lowered his eyes and looked for reasons slowly, killing the real thoughts in his heart. He thought without conscience: Anyway, I will hand it over to the Buddhist monastery. Everyone knows which one to choose, whether to take money or not to take money, right?

So he compromised, and after that, Shi Er never put Hui in a strange woman's house again, but reluctantly returned to the original house to live in.

The original home was a mess, and it hadn't been tidied up since the death of Huili's mother.

Zenyuan Shier put down the son he was carrying, and sat on the sofa scratching his head, stretching his long arms and legs, feeling a little irritable, but Hui seriously stood on tiptoe and turned on the light, looked around, and started cleaning .

He first went to the bathroom to drag the basket out, put all the clothes and fabrics that were messed up on the floor into it, then dragged it back to the living balcony, found a low stool, stepped on it, threw the clothes in piles into the washing machine, and dumped them. After a little detergent, press the water level and switch, and close the washing machine cover.

Then he kept picking up the broom that was too high for him, and swept the floor of the house carefully like a little bee.

But his father was paralyzed on the sofa motionless.

Chanyuanhui, two and a half years old, was forced to take on heavy responsibilities that should not be undertaken at this age.

After exhausting work, Hui finally started to move the most important part——

He cleaned out a low cabinet in the living room, wiped off the dust with a cloth, and then carefully took out the only photo frame he kept from his small satchel.

Inside the frame is a picture of Eri's mother.

That guy at the Chanyuan Shier cleaned up everything belonging to Eili's mother, including clothes, cosmetics, bags, and even the photos of the family of three in the past, so neatly that Hui Hui couldn't believe it—no wonder he was in his last life. Never got the slightest news about the biological mother.

asshole!Scum!cold blooded!

He hid one as if he was furious, his green eyes were as round as a cat's, and he refused to let Shier get it.

It wasn't until he finally returned to this home that he carefully glanced at his father, and then carefully placed his mother's photo on the top of the cabinet.

The snack stuffed by the police lady in the small satchel was seriously placed in front of the photo frame.

Hui wiped her mother's photo frame clean, turned her head to look at Shi Er again, and sighed maturely and helplessly.

Mom, seriously, is this guy still alive?

It's hopeless.

Even though he thought so, Hui still honestly continued to take on the unscrupulous work without pay and without deadline who was optimistic about his troubled father.

Worried that the last photo of my mother would be lost by that guy Shir, Whit found a piece of paper and drew crooked graffiti on it with his inflexible hands. The fork, and then stuck to the surface of the cabinet with my mother's photo.

——The Buddhist monastery is not even allowed to approach!

It probably means this, but it is not clear whether it is useful or not.

Barely solved the housework that Fu Heihui could handle with his current physical strength. The little guy was already hungry and his energy was exhausted. refrigerator.

Unsurprisingly empty.

Fu Heihui frowned for a while, then walked back to the living room to grab Shier's hand.

"What are you going to do again?"

"Money." Fu Heihui spread his hands, opened his mouth expressionlessly, and jumped out a few words in a childish voice, "I buy vegetables, you cook."

It's really incredible that a two-year-old can speak so fluently and logically. No, it's enough to make people dumbfounded from the beginning of hygiene.

Naihe Shier is the kind of guy who lacks a certain amount of ordinary people's common sense, and Hui's words are too lazy to cover up-otherwise pretending to be a child will not be able to take care of his father at all, so neither of these two people paid attention to it, and they gradually got used to it. No one thought anything was wrong.

"Ah? Please, you little one go shopping for groceries... I don't want to be called out by the police again. Also, I don't cook... order takeaway."

Shi Er slowly took out his mobile phone, chose a store at random, and handed the mobile phone to his son.

Hui glanced at the menu, chose a clear noodle soup, and returned it to Shi Er.

Seeing Shi Er place the order, Hui climbed onto the sofa, yawned and fell asleep on his father's body in a daze.

When Fu Heihui woke up, his father disappeared.

The takeaway is well placed on the table.

Fu Heihui: "..."

His first reaction was to look at his mother's photo, but fortunately it was still there, and he was not thrown away. He heaved a sigh of relief, and didn't care where the bastard father went. It is too small and inflexible to pick up. You can only roll the noodles onto the chopsticks and stuff them into your mouth.

Shouldn't be ordering noodles.

Hui had no expression on his face, and wiped the soup splashed to the corner of his mouth with the back of his hand.

Shir that bastard didn't wake him up.

It's lumpy.

……

Ever since he discovered his son's strong ability to survive, Zenyuan Shier completely ignored him.

He bought a mobile phone for Hui, taught him how to order food casually, and then left a sum of money and went out. After he knew that his son would not die if he lived alone, Shi Er stayed away with peace of mind. Not coming back for a while.

That super bastard...! !

Fu Hei gritted his teeth angrily.

Leaving his two-and-a-half-year-old son alone at home, he is even more inhuman than his previous life!

Occasionally, I came back a few times, and even stayed in the Chanyuan for a short time. From time to time, I would still smell of blood or have a wound at 01:30.

Returning home late at night again, Hui, who heard the movement in the entrance, walked over in pajamas with a stinky face, and turned to get the medical kit after smelling the blood on the other person's body.But Shi Er, who didn't take the slight injury seriously at all, let out a rather ungrateful "Huh?", and then said casually: "Is this scratch still needed to be treated?"

Then Kei picked up the bandage roll and smashed it on the forehead.

Hui unsealed the seal of the iodophor disinfectant alcohol with a blank face, took a cotton swab to dip it, and then stood where he was, staring at his father indifferently.

Zenyuan Shier: "..."

Zenyuan Shier: "I know, I know, the little devil has a big temper... Hey, don't look at me like that!"

Then he took off his shirt obediently, revealing the bruise on his strong back, it was indeed not serious, Hui didn't make a sound, quickly cleaned the wound skillfully, and applied medicine for the other party.

"Shir."

Fu Heihui closed the medical box, tugged on Shi Er's clothes, and seriously asked what he had cared about for a long time in a childish voice, "What do you do outside?"

Generally speaking, the blood of the curse spirit will disappear together with the death of the curse spirit, and even the smell will not be left behind, at most a trace of filthy breath will be left.Shi Er would occasionally come back with a bloody smell that didn't belong to him, Hui always felt a little uneasy.

After all, Shier is really too strong, and the most severe wound on his body is a five-centimeter gash. So far, no wound more serious than this has been found.

But this also means that the slightly stronger smell of blood that Shier occasionally brings back comes from other people.

...What the hell is he doing outside?

"Don't worry about it so much, little devil."

Shi Er didn't intend to explain, he raised his eyebrows slightly, reached out to hold Hui's head and rubbed it, and quietly looked away.

No matter how powerful the Heaven and Cursed Zen Academy Shier is, he is still ignored by the magic world. The higher-ups in the conjuration world will not hire him.

So, only private work.

The dark web connected to the mobile phone will issue various tasks, because on the bright side there are serious magic circle organizations that can entrust tasks, so in the black market, entrusting the work of exorcising curse spirits is only a small part, more They were all murders—the target was the curse master, or something else.

Shier is a magician-killer, not a conjurer, a person who can hire a killer, and most of the things he wants to do are shady.

The current Chanyuan Shier has no principles and no bottom line. As long as he has money, he can do anything. This is the current criterion for him to dawdle.

He was a rotten man, and he couldn't even tell how dirty his hands were.

——But there's no need to tell Kei about this kind of thing.

Fu Heihui raised his head and stared at Shi Er with those green eyes.

He did not continue to press the question, but starting today, Fu Heihui has been urging Shi Er to go home early every day.

Fu Hei forcibly got his father's mobile phone number—yes, after this guy bought his son a mobile phone, he didn't tell him his own number, and Hui Hui secretly took it over to dial while he was taking a bath.

"Be careful on the road." Shi Er was told when he went out.

"Also, when are you coming back?" Then he was asked.

Shi Er paused for a while, waved his hand for a while, but did not reply clearly.

"Tomorrow night at the latest...must come back!"

Fu Heihui took a step forward and followed to the door, watching the back of his father leaving again, pursing his lower lip, emphasizing loudly.

But no response was received.

But the next night passed at midnight, and Shier did not come back from the Chanyuan.

Hui took out her mobile phone to dial and send text messages, but there was no response. Finally, Hui found that she was blocked.

Fu Heihui: "..." Mom, can I really not give up on him?

Fu Heihui, who was also worrying about her troubled father today, took a deep breath expressionlessly, turned her head to look at her mother's photo, and tried her best to calm down her temper.

He rubbed his stiff face.