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He couldn't laugh anymore, no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't smile at this man.

He even inquired about what he said just now that made him sell the house!

If Wu Jingan still had a little hope just now, he is completely desperate now.

He took a deep breath and said in a cold tone: "This house has nothing to do with you, don't make any more decisions about it, I'm not going to sell the house to save your bastard."

Father Wu became angry when he heard his words, "You, you, what are you talking about! Xiaochang is your own brother, how can you say that! I thought you could be a bit human, you, you, you are too Let me down."

"Since you value your precious bastard so much, why don't you sell your house to save him, and come to play on my idea."

Father Wu couldn't believe how his son, who was always honest and deceitful, would say such rebellious words. He became angry with embarrassment, "You are still not a human being, let your father sell the house and I will live there, Xiaochang! You are still not human!"

Yes, how important you are, you are all human, but I, Wu Jingan, am not human, you cannot be homeless, I deserve to live on the street and eat garbage.

Wu Jing'an stared coldly at the panting man in front of him, "Have you finished speaking? Please leave when you're done, don't stay." After he finished speaking, he was about to close the door, but Father Wu suddenly kicked the door open with all his strength. , slapped him on the face covered with bruises.

"You said that your house has nothing to do with me, but you are talking about where you got the money to buy the house! Your mother, that bitch, stole a lot of money from me, and it's not all spent on you. Speaking of which, your house still takes me I bought it with my money, and now I'm going to take it back, you son of a bitch, you're as good as your mother, I really regret that I didn't beat you--"

Before Father Wu could finish his sentence, Wu Jingan, who went berserk, grabbed the man's collar and raised his angry fists high----

Father Wu was so frightened that he shrank his head and opened his eyes wide.

Wu Jing'an's eyes were as red as blood, and his expression was unprecedentedly hideous and terrifying. His intense hatred almost burned his sanity, and his fists were full of anger that would tear the person in front of him apart. It seemed that he would swing at the man in the next second.

A man can scold him, but he has no choice but to scold or beat him.

But only his mother, no one is allowed to say the first half of it, especially this man who has betrayed her all her life.

If possible, he really wants to go crazy once!

The trembling fist never reached the man, and he withdrew his hand little by little, but his vicious eyes were firmly fixed on the man's face. He said in an extremely cold tone: "Get out of here, don't force me to hurt the world!"

Although Father Wu said some harsh words, he still left Wu Jing'an's house little by little.

The way he looked just now frightened the man, and at that moment he was really worried that he would not be able to control himself and do something outrageous to him.

The moment Wu Jingan stepped forward, he closed the door tightly with a "bang".

Leaning against the shoe cabinet, he slipped feebly and fell to the ground.

Kong Xin walked forward slowly, he had heard everything that happened just now, now, he really didn't know how to persuade him.

Wu Jing'an had never mentioned anything about his family, and now it seems that it is really not worth mentioning.

He couldn't help sighing that it was fortunate that he didn't have such an old man, otherwise he really didn't know if he would have swung his fist like him.

Every family has scriptures that are difficult to recite, but this Wu Jing'an has been suffering multiple times recently, and he has suffered all kinds of bad luck.

Kong Xin picked up the man who had fallen to the ground, and said boldly, "What kind of food should I buy? I'll treat you to it today. Let's get drunk and relieve our worries."

Jie Qianchou didn't know, anyway, the two of them who drank three bottles of liquor and ten bottles of beer were so drunk that they were in the dark.

After the phone rang more than a dozen times and no one answered, the duty chief simply drew two xx on the roll call book, absent from work!

Wu Jingan, who finally woke up after sleeping for fifteen hours, was sad. He woke up Kong Xin, who was still sleeping like a dead pig.

Back at the factory at night, Wu Jingan came to the duty chief's office and demanded that Kong Xin's absenteeism be assigned to him.

After all, Kong Xin had no choice but to leave because of him. If he didn't stand up and say something, he would be sorry for his conscience.

It was good to say, and after being scolded bloody, the duty chief let go.

After the night shift, Wu Jingan went back to the dormitory to catch up on sleep without eating breakfast. When Kong Xin saw him on the morning shift the next day, he caught him and cursed him.

"Who told you to be a hero, what's wrong with missing a job, I can't afford it like that, and let you show up and have to kill yourself, are you still a buddy!"

Wu Jingan put his hand on his shoulder, "It's just because I'm a buddy, I'm willing to stab you in both sides."

"Go away." Kong Xin shook his shoulders, avoided his hand, and then asked, "What are you going to do about your family?"

Wu Jingan lowered his head and thought for a while, then looked at him seriously when he raised his head, "Do you have any money in hand, lend me some."

Kong Xin was surprised, "I really plan to help you old man."

Wu Jingan sighed helplessly, "What can I do, no matter how bad it is, I'm still my father."

"That's 20 yuan, where are you going to get it?"

"I have 3 yuan on hand. Can you lend me 5 yuan? Make up [-] yuan for him. This is my limit."

Kong Xin looked at him, and said with a little reluctance, "The 3 yuan is all your savings, oh, it's no problem to lend you the money, but, do you think it's worth it for those two fathers and sons?"

Wu Jingan smiled bitterly, "It's not worth it, it's not worth it at all. The thought of having to pay 2 yuan in debt for them gives me a headache. But Kong Xin, do I really want to watch one of them go to jail and the other fall ill? "

Kong Xin shook his head, "But have you ever thought about it? The difference between 20 and [-] is so far away. Your old man is really willing to let it go. With this lesson learned from the past, he will definitely come to you first if you need money in the future." .”

Wu Jing'an looked down at the shoes he had worn for three years, "The 5 yuan will be repaid for his upbringing. I'm not a fool. If you come to me again, I won't be polite. I can't beat the old ones, can't I beat the young ones too?" "

On the second morning shift, Wu Jingan just came out of the toilet when he saw a familiar car driving into the factory parking lot from the iron fence outside the workshop. He smiled and turned to the boiler to find someone to chat with.

Fortunately, there was nothing to do today, so he dawdled until it was almost time to get off work before returning.

The rich second generation is gone.

In the first middle class, Wu Jingan asked Kong Xin if he had any money ready, but Kong Xin hesitated and said many reasons, and finally said that he would definitely give it to him tomorrow.

In the second middle shift, Wu Jing'an was unlucky, and as soon as he entered the room after taking the roll call, he met the eyes of the rich second generation.

The two people in the previous class were having a heated chat with that person, and when they saw him come in, the atmosphere turned cold all of a sudden.

Lin Jiajia walked in, and greeted Xu Hui casually, "You're here."

Xu Hui smiled and nodded, but didn't intend to get up.

The person taking over quickly left, Lin Jiajia occupied a chair, and Wu Jingan stood there depressed.

The iron table in their duty room has several drawers and two cabinets, the inner cabinet belongs to Wu Jingan.

Xu Hui's seat was next to the cabinet, and Wu Jing'an usually sat there, so it was convenient for him to take things.but now ----

If he wants to open the cabinet, he must approach Xu Hui, or ask him to let him go.

And he didn't want to choose either of these two.

There are things like his work clothes, gloves, teacups in the cabinet, which don't matter, but if you don't wear a hard hat when you want to work, you will be fined if you are seen by the leader.

After thinking about it, he turned around and went to the workshop. There was a lot of work today, and he didn't have the time to fight against humans.

He also shared his ideas, and as soon as the equipment was turned on, the supervisor came in. Taking advantage of his time to patrol the pump room, Wu Jingan trotted into the duty room.

The rich second generation was still guarding the door of his cupboard like a door god. Wu Jingan picked out the eighteenth generation of his ancestors in his heart and greeted him, before he stepped forward.

Carefully lean next to him and bend down.

He thought that such an action would at least make the rich second generation give way, but——

The face of the rich second generation must have been practiced all the year round, and it is thicker than the city wall. Wu Jingan seriously suspects that the thing sitting under his buttocks is super glue.

As a last resort, he lowered his head and stretched his neck as far away from the rich second generation as possible, so that their faces would not accidentally stick together.

Who would have thought that the rich second generation put his arm to the right and rested it on the armrest of the chair, and naturally tilted his body to his side, and bumped his head unceremoniously into Wu Jingan's face.

The pleasant scent of shampoo entered his nostrils.

Absolutely, on purpose.

Resisting the urge to bite off the dog's fur with his mouth open, Wu Jing'an reached out and groped to pull out the helmet.

"哐" something fell out with the helmet, making a loud noise.

The sound made both of them lower their heads at the same time.

What fell out was the coconut carving that the rich second generation bought as a gift to him before. What surprised Wu Jingan was that the little pig's shell was broken open, revealing a few small figures standing next to the shell.

The villains in different shapes were lifelike, and Wu Jingan glanced at Xu Hui.

He was also looking down at the coconut carving. Wu Jingan couldn't see his expression, but for some reason he felt a suffocating pressure lying between them.

Before he had time to think about it, Wu Jingan took his helmet and walked to the workshop.

After the duty chief left, he turned his head and took a look at the duty room. The rich second generation was no longer there.

Wu Jingan walked to the seat, and the little coconut sculpture was still lying there quietly. He picked it up and put it on the table, and looked carefully.

There are four villains in the belly of the little pig, in different shapes, some standing and smoking, some sitting in a daze, some holding the phone and chatting, and some stretching and yawning.

I don't know which ingenious craftsman is able to carve the thumb-sized characters so realistically.

Wu Jingan raised the corners of his lips and smiled, this is really a treasure, I don't know where he got it from.

Just as he was about to close the coconut shell, he saw words written on the villain's back.

One person, one word, put together is----

May you be safe.