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"divorce!"
"I want to divorce you!"
Cheng Che was silent for a moment, quickly ran up the stairs, then stood at the corner and secretly looked down.
The woman in a beige suit threw her expensive handbag into the man's arms. Her gentle eyes looked particularly angry at this moment. "What?! Send my son to the hospital? Why don't you go live there yourself? I'm only away on a business trip for two days and you made such a big deal out of it? You might as well send me in too."
The middle-aged boss who was in charge of the overall situation, wearing a custom-made suit, followed the woman timidly, not daring to refute a word.
As soon as I entered the room, I saw that it was set up as a three-court trial.
Mr. Cheng's knees went weak and he wanted to kneel down and call "Mom" on the spot.
"Oh, you still remember to come back?"
A powerful but dangerous voice came from behind. An old man who was only concerned with tending to the flowers and plants walked in with his hands behind his back, holding a dry sapling that he had just pulled out of the garden. "Divorce is fine, but you just need to get out of this house with nothing."
Father Cheng: ...
Is that called divorce?
That's called the daughter-in-law, her parents-in-law and her children kicking him out of the house.
"What's the matter with your brain? You made money but lost your brain?"
The old man threw the sapling at the man's feet, walked around to the sofa and sat down, looking at his stupid son with calm eyes, "That's your son, your biological son. Even if he kills people or burns things, you should guide and educate him. What? You knew he was abnormal the first day?"
"I know, but..." Father Cheng responded sullenly. The strong middle-aged man bent his back and seemed a little aggrieved at this time. "I just thought that the hospital could control him so that he wouldn't hurt himself."
"Can't the nanny take care of him? Can't the caregiver take care of him?" The old lady took over the conversation, incredulous, "There are so many people in the family, and you can't spare someone to take care of him? Can't you take a break from your job for a few days to take care of your son yourself?!"
Cheng Che sat at the corner of the stairs, leaning against the railing and looking at the tragic scene below, unable to tell what he was thinking.
After a moment, a figure walked in from the door, nodded to the two old people, and went upstairs.
He stopped beside Cheng Che and reached out to touch Cheng Che's head. "Why don't you change your clothes? You look so good in a hospital gown, right?"
"Don't bother me, I'm just pretending to be pitiful." Cheng Che looked up at the young man in front of him, looked at him carefully and nodded, "Brother Su, you are becoming more and more like a social animal. Why are you wearing a suit when you haven't even graduated from college?"
"It's about making money. It's not easy to take control from those old men in my family." Su Ming sighed and rubbed the curly hair on Cheng Che's head. "Who are you pretending to be pitiful for? Brothers and sisters?"
Cheng Che nodded, sat on the steps, hugged his knees, and curled up into a small ball. "My brother bought a nice car, I want it."
"You are not yet an adult." Su Ming sighed heavily, grabbed Cheng Che's hair and forced him to stand up, and pushed Cheng Che upstairs, "When you are an adult, ask him to buy you new clothes. Go and change these clothes, otherwise your father will get a good beating."
"Just beat him up, he deserves it." Cheng Che spread his hands indifferently, went back to the bedroom, went to the bed and sniffed it before turning around to take a shower and change clothes.
Su Ming glanced at the bathroom, opened the closet, took out the clothes to change and threw them on the small table at the door, then walked around to the desk and sat down, supporting his head with his hands and closing his eyes.
He is tired. He has to study, work, and worry about his brother's mental health. He just wants to fall asleep.
"Go and have a rest. I'll keep watch." A cool hand reached out and tapped Su Ming's forehead with bent fingers. The man's voice was filled with a slight smile, "You'll be exhausted if you keep going on like this."
Su Ming closed his eyes, rested his forehead on Tang Muqing's belly, and sighed in a low voice, "Can I really not give up my family business? It's already in such a mess, what are you talking about checking for deficiencies and filling them up? I'm not Nuwa mending the sky, I'm Pangu creating the sky..."
Tang Muqing placed his palm over Su Ming's eyes, and with his other hand pressed on Su Ming's shoulder, kneading it slightly. After thinking for a while, he spoke, "Then you come to work for me? Help me settle my little lover."
Su Ming replied decisively, "Then I'd better go and create the world."
Chapter 616 Nothing is left.
"Are you satisfied?"
The girl with twin ponytails stared at her dark legs with wide eyes, then raised her head and glared at Cheng Che, "Are you satisfied? My legs are all black!"
"I'm satisfied. I've been writing for two hours. How can I not be satisfied?" Cheng Che spread his hands and pointed at Hua Huo's legs. "Look, the colors are different in depth, the font sizes are different, and the density is different. It's well-arranged and beautiful!"
Hanabi: ...
Hanabi looked down at her legs and fell into silence.
The Chinese characters were written on the skin with a black marker. Because the lines were of different thicknesses and sizes, they appeared in different shades on the entire leg. When you look from a distance...
Hanabi was confused, "So what is this last word?"
Her own legs couldn't be seen from far away.
"Hahaha." Cheng Che said these three words calmly with a blank expression on his face, and then patted Agu who was standing on his shoulder and tilting his head to watch the fun, "Is it fun?"
Agu tilted his head, "Gugu!"
He is not picky, as long as he has fun.
Now looking at Hanabi with this expression is... quite interesting?
Cheng Che touched Agu's head, reached out his hand and patted the trash can beside him, then turned to look at the gold sand.
He looked at the gold dust and thought carefully for a long time, and finally said, "Thank you for your little gift, I am very happy."
Shajin smiled with his eyes curved, tilted his head slightly and blinked, "Thank you for your little gift, it's a pleasure working with you."
"Of course." Cheng Che stretched and was pushed by the trash can again, walking slowly along the road.
Hua Huo was startled, then quickly came to her senses and looked at Cheng Che's back, loudly questioning, "Aren't we supposed to be friends?"
Just run away after recording the accounts?
Scumbag!
"I couldn't even figure out such a simple account. When Mr. Latio saw me, I burst into tears."
The young man spoke in a somewhat lazy voice, and Hanabi instantly became angry.
"This is your compensation for damaging other people's property. Making friends?"
“Making friends is another price.”
Hua Huo put her hands on her hips, her cheeks almost puffed up like a puffer fish, and looked at Cheng Che's back with her eyes flickering, as if thinking about how to kick this little black bird into a pit and give it a good hard time, preferably the kind that would make the little black bird beg her with tears in its light amber eyes.
"I am satisfied."
Sambo stood up from the steps, stretched and smiled, "Now I can rest assured and wait for the delicious dinner."
At this point, Sang Bo turned to look at Sha Jin, "Friend, do you have anything else to do? If not, let's go for a drink together? We won't bring that kid Cheng Che."
Compared to Cheng Che, he, Sang Bo, is the one who enjoys a peaceful and leisurely life and traveling!
Old Sambo didn’t even bring any bombs with him when he came to Pinocchio this time!
But it can also be done on site.
"Nothing." Sha Jin glanced at the pedestrians around him, lowered his eyes and smiled softly, "I also want to have some fun before I get down to business..."
Gold Sand paused, turned his head to look at Hanabi, and chuckled, "Miss Hanabi, see you next time."
Hanabi: ...
Hanabi looked at Shajin silently, keeping quiet. When Shajin turned to leave, she finally couldn't help but speak, "Little peacock, how did you use your playful little tongue to make friends with the little black bird? Teach me?"
Sakin paused, turned around and looked at Hanabi with a confused look, and after thinking for a moment, he hesitantly spoke, "With... my sincere heart?"
How does he know!
Cheng Che has no rules when it comes to making friends, it always depends on his mood, affinity and the weather.
When he first met Cheng Che, he was patted on the head. Later... later it seemed that his small treasury was robbed. Although he was not sure if it was Cheng Che who did it, he felt that it was related to Cheng Che.
"A sincere heart?" Hanabi raised her eyebrows in disbelief, put her hands on her hips, looked up at Shajin with a sarcastic smile, "Everyone knows that you Gypsy people are born liars, thieves, and socialites... You are sweet-mouthed but treacherous, and you are worthy of your reputation."
"You still have a sincere heart? You still use your sincere heart to make friends with the little black bird? You talk as if he has such a thing."
At this point, Hanabi tiptoed slightly and moved closer to Shajin's face, "Look up at the billboard next to you. Why don't you chase that bird down and perform on it yourself?"
Gold Dust: ...
Frustrated?
Go and scold Cheng Che in anger!
"I'll consider this suggestion. Frivolous, vain, and flashy...it really suits me." Shajin didn't care. Her beautiful eyes were curved, and she shrugged slightly and smiled at Hanabi.
Look at the attack power, it is really not as good as the dirty curses of those birds.
Wait, when did he accept that he was a bird?!
"Tsk, what are you talking about?" Sambo turned around, glanced at the two of them, and walked forward slowly. "It's obviously sparkling aventurine. Gems are like this... Who would say that an expensive gem is frivolous and vain?"
Sakin couldn't help but laugh, nodded to Hanabi, and followed Zanbo's steps.
Sambo lowered his head and pressed his phone, looking nonchalant and casual. "If Mr. Shajin treats, can I have a glass of each drink? I made a little money before, so I'll grab... and keep the rest as a souvenir."
Shajin turned his head silently, "It's... Diamond's vault, right?"
Did he catch the culprit?
No, definitely not. The culprit is wearing a mask and is with the Star Core Hunter...
Shajin was silent for a long time, but finally couldn't help but look at Sangbo and said, "How about I be deaf for a while?"
"Don't panic. I believe the value of recovering Pinocchio must exceed a small treasury." Sambo showed his signature smile, and suddenly seemed to remember something and took out a small envelope from his pocket and stuffed it into Shajin's hand. "Friend, this is a sponsorship from me, take it and play with it."
Gold Dust: ...
Sha Jin squeezed the envelope and felt as if there was nothing inside.
After a while, he sighed softly, but still couldn't help asking in a low voice, "So my little treasury was robbed. Do you know who did it?"
Sang Bo recalled, shook his head and then nodded, "Cheng Che originally planned to rob your entire vault, but later on, for some reason, he didn't go..."
At this point, Sanbo's eyelids twitched, "Ah? It seems that he gave up the idea after going to Yonghuo Mansion with Huanlong."
Gold Dust: ...
Sha Jin took out his cell phone and quickly browsed through the various messages he had received, finally pausing on a piece of alarm news.
He had no expression on his face and spoke in an extremely cold tone, "The criminals robbed the gold vault of the gold sand in a magical way and took away all the wealth inside. The crime scene left behind..."
"Nothing is left."
Sambo patted Shajin's shoulder in a comforting manner, "I am sorry for your loss."
"I don't feel sad." Shajin chuckled, put away his phone and didn't care. "I forgot how much stuff is in that vault. Let me think... maybe one tenth of my balance?"
Chapter 617 If I say no, then there is no.