"Bad silver! Bad silver!" Xia Sheng hugged his son back, and his son was still trying to beat him.
"I'm sorry, I'm sorry." Xia Sheng explained: "He was almost abducted today, and he was beaten on the face, maybe he has identified the wrong person."
Xia Sheng just thought it was his son who admitted the wrong person.
"Kangkang, Kangkang, this uncle is not the bad uncle from before."
Fortunately, when the four-year-old child bit up, only the clothes were bitten. When the housekeeper looked again, there was indeed a big slap print on the child's face, which looked very pitiful.
Most of the anger in my heart disappeared, and the housekeeper said, "It's okay, it's okay, the child is still young, it's normal not to recognize people."
Xia Sheng breathed a sigh of relief, patted the child's head soothingly, and reassured: "Kangkang, this uncle is not the uncle from before, this uncle is a kind uncle."
Mr. Kang now felt that the housekeeper was disgusting and looked like a man. He wanted to rush over and tear up his hypocritical mask.
Seeing that his son's state was not quite right, Xia Sheng didn't dare to stop any longer, and hurriedly carried his son downstairs.
Xia Sheng smoothed the hair to his son in the elevator, and said softly: "The bad uncle was beaten by his mother before. Can't Kangkang remember? This uncle is a good person."
President Kang gritted his teeth: "Bad silver!"
After he finished speaking, he realized that he was going to suffer. He had always wanted to speak before, but he was unsuccessful once. What he didn't expect was that he could speak now!
Mr. Kang looked at the powerful mother, thinking about whether he could escape from the other party's hands, only to see the other party stunned for a moment, then his face brightened, and he said, "You can speak!"
"Kangkang, you can speak!"
The young mother's face is full of smiles. At this moment, the person who is already a mother is as happy as a child.
"Will you give Dad a surprise later?" Xia Sheng said to his son when he took his son home by car.
"Let's surprise Dad together, shall we?"
"Recite with Mama—Dad—"
The child stared at her with dark eyes, without any movement.
"Dad-Dad-" Xia Sheng repeated gently.
Mr. Kang still didn't make any movement. He couldn't call anyone Dad. Mr. Kang had never called these two words since he was a child, and he wouldn't call anyone Dad.
"Dad-Dad-" Xia Sheng repeated again.
"Eh." President Kang reluctantly agreed.
Xia Sheng was delighted: "Son, did you do this on purpose?"
President Kang ignored her. He was the boss father of many people at a young age, but now he is the son of a dismissed employee.
Is there anything more unfortunate than this
"Kangkang, take the medicine." Back at home, Xia Sheng ground the pills and mixed them with warm water.
Mr. Kang watched this scene and swallowed. It turned out that something even more unfortunate happened.
Xia Sheng looked at his son's unlovable appearance, and it was a little funny for the child to make this appearance.
"Drink it in one sip." Xia Sheng flipped another bowl: "Drink honey water after drinking it."
Mr. Kang didn't drink, he didn't drink anything, the pills were ground into the warm water, and it was bitter to death.
Xia Sheng squatted down, wrapped a bib around his son, and scooped a spoonful of honey water with a spoon: "Sweet."
Don't drink sweets!
After the spoon came to his mouth, the child's instinct still made him open his mouth.
So after a spoonful of honey water, there is a spoonful of medicine.
After drinking the half-bowl of medicine, President Kang was exhausted, and he didn't want to talk to anyone, and he didn't care whether he would be exposed or not. His original plan was completely broken.
After what he's been through now, the big man and the violent man will definitely look at him more tightly.
No, Mr. Kang thought inexorably, what if the other party didn't see him dead? Does he have a place to go now
Could it be that his future destiny is to be a foolish son for this mother who broke the bridge of the nose with her bare hands
An hour later, Mr. Kang sat on the small bench in the art center, looking at the woman sitting in front of the piano as gracefully as a princess.
This is the piano, right? How did he think this woman should teach boxing
Several children next to him were shouting: "Xia~ teacher~ good~"
Mr. Kang wanted to say in his heart, this woman who broke the bridge of her nose with a fist was actually a piano teacher? I heard that people who play the piano are very strong, so they break the bridge of a person's nose with one punch
Mr. Kang didn't know much about this family. After all, he had only been here for two days.
In the past two days, the woman took him to the special school in the morning, and the big man came back to take him in the afternoon, and the woman went out.
He had no idea where the woman went after five o'clock.
Of course, he didn't care. The big man came back late today, so he was taken to the classroom of the art center by the woman. Only then did Mr. Kang know that the woman was also working to earn money every day.
In fact, every day after 5:00 pm, it is the time when the students are dismissed from school and sent to the art center by their parents for class.
Xia Sheng is a piano teacher at the Art Center. With a small class of seven children, she goes to work after school on weekdays and on two days off. It is just during these times that Yueqin is off work and can take her children.
"Today we also have to learn a new note and recite -fa with the teacher."
So, a group of children about his size began to—
"fa—"
Mr. Kang heard clearly that there was also a child who read—
"hua—"
"fa—"
"hua—"
After repeating it several times, the milky "flower" inside finally turned into "hair".
It's not the scariest thing, the scariest thing is that the seven little kids beat the beat and sing together, the magic sound permeating their ears.
Mr. Kang received family education since he was a child, and he didn't even go to school a few times. For him, this kind of scene was simply torture.
Yueqin was stuck in traffic in the afternoon, which made him come back late, so he hurried to the art center to pick up his son.
The son sat in the last row of the classroom, looking at the other children with a blank expression, a look of bitterness and hatred.
Seeing such a scene in the eyes of my father, there is quite a kind of complaint to my mother that "you have other children outside".
Yue Qin picked up his son, only thinking that his bitterness and hatred came from the fact that the child did not like his mother to take care of other children.
"Mom is at work." Yue Qin hugged his son and whispered.
When he spoke, he looked at his wife and left the classroom with the child, not to disturb his wife's class.
"Is mother playing the piano super nice? Mom will be a pianist in the future." When the two came out, other people who knew them greeted them, Yue Qin said to his son.
"When you get older, will your mother teach you how to play the piano?" Yue Qin still felt that his son's unhappiness at the moment came from knowing that his mother had other children outside, so he comforted his son: "You can also do it then. Come to this classroom and recite fa with the other children—"
Mr. Kang wanted to roll his eyes. In basic classes, playing a few basic notes all the time would be considered noise pollution!
"Dad has no musical talent, and I don't know if you are like mom or dad." Yue Qin said to himself.
Yue Qin carried his son back to the car, and began to calculate today's salary again. Yue Qin shared the joy with his son—
"Dad made 200 yuan more today than yesterday."
As Yue Qin said, he transferred 200 yuan to a bank card, and soon the account information came from his mobile phone. The big man looked at the bank card balance of 25,200 yuan.
A satisfied smile appeared on Yue Qin's face, and he finally collected enough money.
Mr. Kang glanced at it, more than 20,000 yuan, so happy
"Don't tell your mother, this is the private money that Dad has saved for more than four years. How about we, father and son, spend it all at once?" Yue Qin said, seeing that his son was watching, regardless of whether he understood it or not.
In more than four years, I have saved more than 20,000 yuan, which is really unparalleled.
"What kind of eyes do you have?" Yue Qin was amused by his son's contemptuous eyes.
"Contempt." When Yue Qin said it, he was taken aback by his little milky voice.
The silly father was stunned for a moment, and then picked up his son in the next second: "Baby, say one more word! One more word!"
It was the first time Mr. Kang had heard such a request from others, and he was indeed a foolish father.
"despise!"
Yue Qin happily kissed his son's forehead twice: "Say it again!"
President Kang wiped his forehead in disgust.
"Dad is so happy today, good things come in pairs! Son, go, Dad will take you to spend money! Let you feel the feeling of spending more than 20,000 yuan at one time."
Mr. Kang came to life in an instant, his eyes were shining, he needed to feel this way! He wants to buy computer and mobile phone clothes!
Half an hour later, two people bought a piano of 25,000 yuan in the piano shop. A man without musical talent asked 118, 130 again, asked the manufacturer again, and tried the treble and bass. Incomprehensible dialogue.
Yueqin finally chose a domestic piano, but he looked at the imported piano.
President Kang lowered his head, watching this man spend 25,000 of his savings in one breath, and he was as happy as a mentally retarded.
"Your mother must be happy."
President Kang said in his heart, you prodigal man!
Mr. Kang now wants to go back to his body even more.
"Buzzing—"
Yue Qin filled in the delivery address. At this time, his cell phone rang. Yue Qin frowned when he saw the caller ID.
"Lao Yue, are you free now? If you are free, come to the company."
The person who called was the former director of the company. After Yue Qin was dismissed, he applied for labor arbitration. He worked in the company for 5 years. According to the labor law, if he was dismissed without reason, he should be compensated for five months' wages, but The company has been pushing back.
Now the supervisor asked him to come over, which is to say this.
"Mr. Kang had a car accident, and our company has been busy with it all this time," said the supervisor.
Mr. Zhenkang was hugged by the employee he dismissed at the moment, and looked at his former favorite employee.
"Well, if your son can call you, it will prove that President Kang is wrong. Your son is not dumb, and it will not affect the company's image. The five-month salary is not wrong."
Mr. Kang has roughly calculated that this person's salary is 15,000 a month, five months!
I have to say, it's a huge amount of money!
Yueqin said: "It's boring to steal the concept. You can either compensate or I will continue to apply for labor arbitration."
President Kang was stunned for a moment, he... He knew that he could speak, so he just had to force him to shout.
The supervisor didn't care at all, he used to be Boss Kang's son-in-law, he was used to doing whatever he wanted, and instead said, "Brother, that's what I said, I'm just a part-time job, in case Boss Kang wakes up, he will know about me at that time. He gave you five months' salary, and you mustn't fire me too?"
"Mr. Kang fired you because you think your son is a fool. You ask your son to prove that he is not a fool. We will have an explanation later."
Looking at this scene, Mr. Kang found for the first time that his good employee's face was so ugly, especially this complacent appearance, which was disgusting!
"I will continue to apply for labor arbitration." The big father regretted bringing the child here, but he remained calm, hugged his son, and said, "My son has never been a fool, he does not need to prove this to you, nor to The proof of Mr. Kang who had a car accident."
Yue Qin said, and walked out with his son in his arms. His tall body was like a mountain, keeping all the malicious ridicule behind him.
Mr. Kang was hot-headed for a while, gritted his teeth, and called out a title he had never called in his life—
"dad-"
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