"Dad, don't be so simple in the future." Capitalist Kang couldn't help but say: "If you can't say something nice, you don't care about gain or loss."
The child wore two lumps of blush, and it was a little funny, but what he said was even more funny.
Yue Qin was a little curious: "Baby, what was your previous environment like? How did you know so many great truths?"
A child has no parents, which can actually be felt from his interactions with other people.
But some remarks by the child made Yue Qin a little puzzled.
Mr. Kang was still fluttering at first, but this sentence brought him back to reality, and realized that he said something he shouldn't have said. What if the other party guessed it
How to explain that? Not now! Now is not a good time.
"Have you been an intern in a trade union before?" As a result, Big Head Dad looked at him and said suddenly.
"I heard from your teacher before that when you were in kindergarten, you fought for welfare, salary, rest time, and equal pay for equal work."
Coupled with the hatred of capitalists, it is appropriate to use public unions for elites.
Mr. Kang was stunned, is he actually such an image in the mind of the big dad himself? Didn't he say that his family was rich? There are housekeepers, cooks, bodyguards, gardeners... There are more than 20 people in the family who work for him alone.
"My family is rich!" The child couldn't bear it.
Yueqin really didn't think about this problem, because after the children came to their house, they didn't have any richness and richness, and they could eat everything.
"Almost forgot about this." Yue Qin remembered, mainly because most people insisted seeing is believing.
"It's mainly because you're in my house, and I've never seen you picky eaters." From sukiyaki to fried foods in rice, everything that can be eaten will be eaten by children.
Even the mashed glutinous rice in the kitchen can be eaten by a child with a spoon.
It felt like it came from a famine. It really didn't look like a child raised in a rich family.
So even if he knew that the other party came from a rich family, he subconsciously regarded him as a poor child without parents.
Mr. Kang felt that his self-esteem was hurt: "How can I not be picky eaters? I never eat your snail noodles!"
"You guys are really scary, you can even eat that stink!"
The big father looked at the child and asked a fatal question: "Have you ever thought that we are so happy to eat so stinky, and so many people love it, which shows how delicious it is to eat."
The big dad looked at his son with satisfaction for two seconds, then swallowed.
When Mr. Kang was dancing on the stage, he was still thinking about this question. So many people like to eat it, and they also think it smells bad, but everyone who has eaten it said it was delicious.
What does this mean
This shows that this is a delicacy that cannot be replaced. If there are other flavors that can be replaced, it will definitely not smell that stinky smell.
No, no, there are so many delicacies in the world, no need, really no need.
Isn't hemp fragrant? Isn't the soup pot hot pot delicious
The kindergarten's cultural performance ended at 3 pm, which can be said to be a successful conclusion. Parents have a lot of photos and videos stored in their mobile phones.
Needless to say, most of these photos and videos will turn into black history for kids.
President Kang is different. Those are not his black history. After all, when he grows up, this body belongs to Teacher Little Parrot.
You Yue Kang is wearing a small skirt, painted blush, and jumping on the stage, what does it have to do with me Kang Yue!
Mr. Kang can imagine that at this moment, the circle of friends of those children's parents is already frequent.
However, your mother will always be your mother.
Mr. Kang watched as he rushed home, and the first thing he did was the violent mother who was sitting in front of the computer and began to retouch pictures——
Mom! Really mom!
Dad and the little parrot went to the kitchen to cook, Mr. Kang stood on top of his mother and saw that his mother opened the PS and started a series of operations——
"This makeup is not well done."
"The baby is actually very beautiful, but her eyes are a little swollen today. Mom will help you get rid of the swelling."
"Add a filter first and fill in the light."
Others' mothers bring their own mother filters, and theirs add them manually.
Mom touched his head while retouching the picture, and whispered, "Even if we wear women's clothes, we have to be beautiful girls."
Mr. Kang: "..." It makes sense, I can't refute it.
Little parrot brother, come and thank my mother, Mr. Kang watched helplessly as my mother took a picture of a monkey's buttocks and swollen eyes, which looked dark and dry due to lighting problems, and turned it into a flower fairy.
It was like magic, little by little, she became a little flower fairy, the child's eyes were big, round, and watery.
From any angle, she is a beautiful little girl.
Mr. Kang and the violent mother were enjoying it together. I have to say that the manually added mother filter is really beautiful.
At this time, the violent mother's mobile phone rang, so she saw that the violent mother answered the phone with one hand, and the other hand could continue to retouch the picture.
Mr. Kang witnessed the birth of the Little Flower Fairy in the world, but he still couldn't help admiring himself. In fact, he was so cute and good-looking when he was a child.
At that time, I should have worn more skirts and left some such good-looking photos.
Mr. Kang is not a big boss in women's clothing. He just suddenly got the idea of an adult wearing a nice dress for a cute little boy.
Anyway, at the age of 24, he was about 1.8 meters tall, and it was absolutely impossible for him to wear a skirt, because it was too hot for his eyes.
The violent mother next to him said, "Is he critically ill? I still hope he can wake up and at least give me a chance."
Xia Sheng hated that Boss Kang very much. Since she was a child, she kept things in his heart, and she would hold the hatred for a lifetime. It was a good thing to vent it.
Next to him, Mr. Kang, who was admiring himself, stiffened.
As soon as the mother hung up the phone, the child couldn't help but asked in a low voice, "Mom, who is critically ill?"
His tone was naive and curious.
Xia Sheng said, "A bad guy."
"Does Mom really hate that bad guy?"
"Not particularly annoying."
Mr. Kang breathed a sigh of relief.
"Don't tell your dad, baby, it's not that you hate it, it's that you want the other party to understand that there are some things in this world that can't be said."
President Kang swallowed his saliva. He didn't even look at Xiaohuaxian in the world, and whispered, "Mom, Dad is in the fried hemp garden. I'll go and bring you a plate."
In the kitchen, Yue Qin was a little surprised when he heard what his son said-
"Is there anyone I hate?"
Mr. Kang nodded: "Mom, Mom has a person who hates him, but now he is critically ill." But he can definitely be rescued. After all, he has money, and no one wants him to die.
Once he died, half of all the company's shares were donated to the state and half to UNICEF.
Mr. Kang never told anyone before that he had notarized his will a few years ago.
But many people should know by now.
Therefore, everyone will try their best to save his life, and Mr. Kang really doesn't worry about his own life at all.
And now, Kang always wanted to know what his father thought of him. He didn't dare to face it before, but now he has the courage.
"Hateful people..." Yue Qin thought for a while and said, "No."
"Dad, it's not right to lie." He must be one of those people Dad hates.
Yueqin put the hemp balls into the oil pan and slowly rolled it, sure enough he couldn't lie to the children.
Yue Qin is only one year apart from his brother, which means that he can fight from childhood to adulthood, and there is no such thing as letting anyone else, and whoever respects whoever.
"Dad, don't you hate your former boss? Mom said your former boss is dying."
Yue Qin said nonchalantly, "What's so annoying?"
President Kang was overjoyed. Sure enough, the little parrot was right, and his image in his father's mind was okay.
Yue Qin said: "It's just a rich second generation who can't see the big picture. I guess he himself doesn't know what his purpose is."
Mr. Kang's face was a little hot: "Dad, it's not necessarily. You don't get along with him very much, and you don't know him yet. He actually..."
The child is desperately looking for a better word to describe himself, and then he can't find a compliment.
Yue Qin: "What's the matter?"
Yue Qin's eyes became a little surprised, and he didn't seem to understand why the child suddenly mentioned this person.
The child met this look, and the alarm in his mind sounded frantically, so the child sighed: "Dad, if you know him well enough, you will know that he is actually a stupid capitalist."
In the evening, the child touched his well-fed belly, and the little parrot next to him was chatting with his other two brothers.
President Kang sighed. In this situation, he really never let his parents know his true identity.
He couldn't imagine how Mom and Dad would look if they found out.
Especially the violent mother, she really hates herself too much.
"I deserve it, too." Mr. Kang sighed and touched his belly. If he eats like this, he will definitely gain weight. When his mother edited the picture just now, he even fixed his double chin.
I just don't know what's going on with him lying in the ward.
This was an ordinary day, and Yue Qin was in a daze when he heard someone calling him, and the voice of Di Di Di Di.
Yue Qin opened his eyes, and it was the voice of a parrot.
As soon as Yue Qin opened the door, his son threw himself into his arms: "My brother is sick!"
The little parrot would secretly sleep on his brother's pillow every night after his brother fell asleep. When he slept on his brother's pillow today, he found that his face was very hot.
He remembered that he also felt hot and uncomfortable when he was a child, that is, he was sick.
Yue Qin picked up his son, his hand kept pressing on his stomach, his forehead was hot: "Baby? Baby?"
The child opened his eyes in a daze: "Dad?"
Xia Sheng also woke up and hurriedly said, "I'm going to drive."
Yue Qin nodded, and hurriedly went to get his ID and bank card and medical insurance card to go out.
Mr. Kang's face seemed to be his father's face, and it seemed to be the wrinkled face of the housekeeper. The other party seemed to be holding him tightly——
"You must never die! What will we do if you die?"
Those eyes are the desire for money.
Sometimes it seems to be the father's face, and the father said anxiously: "Where does the baby hurt? Tell daddy where does it hurt?"
"My heart hurts."
"Except for the heart?" Yueqin used to take his children to see a doctor often, and asked the child's symptoms clearly from the beginning to facilitate the doctor's judgment.
"Stomach pain."
Yue Qin frowned and regretted it a little, maybe he ate too much when he was eating maiju at night.
The child has started to cry.
The little parrot stood on Dad's shoulder and coaxed, "Don't be afraid, brother, Dad will take you to the hospital."
"There is a doctor uncle in the hospital. He will give you an injection and you will be relieved."
The parrot is very experienced.
Mr. Kang was in a daze, only feeling that he was being carried away, but he could always feel a big hand on his forehead, the dry palm and the worried tone of the other party.
His stomach hurts and his consciousness is also very confused. For a moment, he felt a white light appeared in front of him, and he seemed to be back in his body again.
At that moment, he felt a kind of regret in his heart.
The big dad never knew who he was, he just regarded him as a strange little friend.
When Mr. Kang opened his eyes, he seemed to be in the hospital again, and the big dad was holding him and was lining up.
He didn't need to line up when he was sick before, but when he was sick before, no one would carry him to line up.
He was suddenly a little afraid, afraid of death, afraid of returning to his own body.
But the next second he lost consciousness again.
When he woke up, he was still in the arms of the people, and he could vaguely feel that they were supposed to be infusions in the hall.
There was some pain in the back of his hand, and he could still feel fluid flowing into his veins.
His body was still uncomfortable, and his left hand without the infusion could not help but squeeze the edge of Dad's big coat, and whispered, "Dad, I have something to tell you."
"Dad... can you promise me not to tell mom for the time being."
The person holding him lowered his head slightly, and Kang could smell the faint smell of tobacco.
"I... I have never dared to tell you who I am. I only dare to let you know that I am someone else's child, the kind of child who doesn't have parents."
"Actually, my name is indeed the two words Yuekang, but these two words need to be reversed."
President Kang closed his eyes and gathered up his courage to say everything he wanted to say.
I don't know why, but originally this matter was like a knife across his head, but he was relieved when he said it.
"What are you whispering about? Wife drink some water." When Yue Qin returned from buying mineral water from outside, he saw his wife in his coat bowing her head and listening to her son.
Mr. Kang turned his head, and under the light of the infusion hall, he saw his father, who was wearing only a black pajamas, standing not far away, holding a bottle of mineral water in his hand.
The big dad came over and took his son over lightly, only to find that his wife's expression was a bit wrong.
"Wife?"
At this time, the son who had been lying obediently suddenly sat up, and was about to pull out the needle.
"Baby? What are you doing?" Yue Qin quickly stopped him.
"I'm going out to buy something!"
"What's in such a hurry, Dad will buy it for you."
"Sacks, the more the better." The child lowered his head and whispered.