Xia Dongchun was as beautiful and delicate as a lotus flower that had not yet bloomed. She ran over and grabbed Zhao Fanchen's arm with a smile, and gently blinked her beautiful eyes: "Really?"

"Really!" He nodded. Zhao Fanchen was also elegant and refined. He was shocked by Xia Dongchun who had brought disaster to the country and the people. If this girl were placed in ancient times, she must have been a stunner who turned all living beings upside down. Occasionally, a young and aloof gesture would instantly make a man's

My inner defenses completely collapsed.

At this time, Zhao Fanchen, who was still wearing the labor protection clothing of a migrant worker, formed a sharp contrast with the graceful and delicate Xia Dongchun beside him. The clerk in the store stared at this strange pair in dumbfounded eyes, his eyes always looked a little weird, and

Looking at Zhao Fanchen's cheap clothes, I really can't believe what he would do to pay for this expensive outfit. Many people looked at Zhao Fanchen with a questioning attitude and wanted to see the black plastic bag in his hand.

See how he makes a fool of himself after a while.

I bought another LV bag for Xia Dongchun. Although Xia Dongchun is afraid of spending money, Zhao Fanchen's attitude is not negotiable. He ignores the worldly looks of the clerks and goes straight to the cashier. Under the confused look of the girl at the cashier,

Here, Zhao Fanchen naturally reached out and took out a bunch of brand new banknotes from the black plastic bag, and threw them to the cashier girl with bright eyes.

The attitude of the cashier girl immediately became gentle, and the smile on her face increased a lot: "Sir, the total is 9,620 yuan. Thank you for visiting our store."

Xia Dongchun next to her opened her mouth slightly. She did not expect that the things in her hands would be so expensive. She pulled Zhao Fanchen's cuffs with some distress, but Zhao Fanchen didn't care. Although he had no money, he never

They are not reluctant to spend money. No matter how much money is spent on Xia Dongchun, it is worth it. Men who can spend money are generally good at making money. No matter what method they adopt, making money is the biggest motivation for these people. Only when they don’t have money will they think about making money. Make money.

more money.

But what Zhao Fanchen needs most now is to stand out and make a lot of money, so that Xia Dongchun can live a good life.

After leaving the specialty store, Zhao Fanchen said seriously: "Girl, if I have the money to let you eat hot pot, I will never let you eat spicy hot pot." He bought a large cake for Xia Dongchun, and the two of them

Walking side by side on the road, Xia Dongchun suddenly tilted his head and wrinkled his face, and said with some worry: "Brother Xiaofan, they are all bad people, will they come back to take revenge on us?"

"I won't let anyone bully you." Xia Dongchun has been renting a house with another girl outside. The safety factor there is not high. She is a girl living outside. Zhao Fanchen is a little worried.

The money in the house can't be used for anything else. It's more than enough to rent a better house. After a pause, he said firmly: "Come on, girl, I will take you to see the house."

"A house?" Xia Dongchun, who didn't know what he was thinking, said in surprise: "What kind of house is it?"

"Of course it's a big house." Zhao Fanchen knew that there was a community with a very good environment, and the security factor was also very high, but the rent of the house might be a little more expensive, and he happened to see it when he passed by a few days ago.

A rental advertisement, after calling, there was a gentle female voice: "Hello, who is this? Oh! Our house is rented out, you can come and take a look, now, no problem, okay, I

I’ll say hello to the security guard.”

A few minutes later, a taxi stopped at the entrance of Jinyuan Community. The two security guards were full of surprise when they saw Xia Dongchun. It seemed that the owner had already said hello. Zhao Fanchen and Xia Dongchun had just walked into the door.

A fashionably dressed woman came up to her and said, "Is it you two who called just now to rent a house?"

Zhao Fanchen nodded, and a kind-hearted woman appeared in front of him. She was wearing a professional suit and black stockings tightly wrapping her round legs. She was mature, plump, and well-shaped. She seemed to have something urgent at home. In the end, she paid 8,000 yuan a year.

The rent was rented to Zhao Fanchen for the money. After paying in person and taking the key, the mature woman drove away in a red sedan. The house had three bedrooms and one living room, a kitchen and a bathroom, and was almost 120 square meters.

"Wow! It's so beautiful!" As soon as Xia Dongchun came in, she happily jumped to the balcony, then looked around the room one by one, then ran out and sat down on the sofa, pressing hard with her little hands.

Pressing the button, he smiled happily and said with a happy face: "Brother Xiao Fan, the house is very big, and this will be our nest from now on."

There was plenty of space in the house, and the furniture was basically untouched. Seeing Xia Dongchun so happy, Zhao Fanchen also smiled gently. After all, she was a girl, and she had already forgotten all the unhappiness in the morning.

At the same time, at the entrance of the small courtyard where Zhao Fanchen lived, Old Chu, who usually liked to play chess with Zhao Fanchen, lowered his head and pushed a tricycle. On the walls of the alley, there were large letters drawn in circles.

It was circled, and it was in perfect harmony with the poor old man pushing the tattered tricycle. Today's harvest was not bad. The tricycle was full of the fruits of Uncle Chu's labor today~ The tattered, heavy tricycle was not light enough for Uncle Chu to push twice.

It felt strenuous, and the road in the alley was not good to begin with, with potholes and sewage flowing across it, so it was extremely difficult to walk. There was also a small slope at the entrance to the small courtyard, and it was difficult to push up the slope.

Uncle Chu just breathed a sigh of relief when the tricycle was held down by a hand.

"Hey, old man, I want to ask you something. I heard that there is a bastard named Zhao Fanchen in your small courtyard. Do you know him?" A little bastard with dyed red hair held a stick in his mouth.

With a cigarette and an arrogant look on his face, he pushed Uncle Chu's tricycle hard. Uncle Chu stumbled. The old man used all his strength to hold on to the overweight tricycle, but fortunately he did not fall back.

"Huh? Are you so awesome, you old man? I didn't expect you to be so fucking strong. You don't even fall down, and you still dare to stand up in front of me. Damn it, you're a coffin brat."

After a look and a push, the boy couldn't make Uncle Chu fall to the ground. In order to show his awesomeness, he kicked hard, and the tricycle whirred and rushed downwards. If Uncle Chu hadn't been able to dodge quickly,

, this old bone will definitely be blown apart by the tricycle.

"Yeah! Okay! Old coffin bastard, you still dare to hide? I think you don't want to get into the coffin early, from Male Gobi." One of the seven or eight bastards took out a handful from his pocket.

The watermelon knife sneered, waved it arrogantly in front of Uncle Chu a few times, and shouted: "Old coffin man, my elder brother wants to ask you, is there a 213-year-old named Zhao Fanchen in this yard?

?”

With a crash, the tricycle hit the dangerous wall in the alley. The tricycle flipped over, and the tatters, waste paper, iron, and wine bottles on it were scattered all over the floor. The dangerous wall shook a few times and

The tricycle did not collapse, but the tricycle was knocked crookedly together. The front wheel was flat and fell to the ground. The two wheels at the back were spinning and the carriage was falling apart. These two people accompanied Uncle Chu and had many thoughts.

The tricycle finally fell apart as if it was overwhelmed, and it looked like it was scrapped.

Uncle Chu, who was a bit hunched over, had always been in poor health. He coughed a few times. He usually made a living by collecting rags. At this time, his dark cheeks were a little red. People in the yard usually called Uncle Chu "Old Dumbhead" because he

Usually he is not willing to talk, but he always tolerates everyone, so he and Zhao Fanchen get along reasonably well. The two of them sit under the jujube tree in the yard at night, put on the chess set, and play with the dim 25-watt

Lighting the light bulb, I drank fried peanuts and played chess with Erguotou, which cost two yuan a bottle from the small shop at the entrance of the alley.

With a helpless sigh, Uncle Chu's eyes were a little dim. He glanced at the smashed tricycle with distress, and said in a harsh voice: "No!"

"How dare you fucking lie to me? To tell you the truth, I came here after I found out more about it. Call that bastard out quickly and don't let me tear down your old coffin." The leader of the long-haired bastard said,

He made a sound and waved his hand like Uncle Chu who was too old to hit him. However, Uncle Chu turned to one side and stepped in. He stretched out his hand and pinched it. With a twist, the long-haired second-rate man's arm was dislocated and it was so painful.

Called: "You still look at your Male Gobi? This old coffin has two hands. Hurry up and beat it to death."

Seven or eight long-haired bastards surrounded Uncle Chu. They all held folding watermelon knives in their hands and waved them, then greeted Uncle Chu. Bang bang, Uncle Chu kicked out the three bastards. However,

After all, Uncle Chu is old. After moving his hands a few times, he was immediately out of breath, swaying, and his dark cheeks were a little red. His body and bones have long been worn down by illness, and he is no longer in the prime of life. Oh, Uncle Chu.

He was hit with a watermelon knife in the back, and blood immediately splattered.

It was around three o'clock in the afternoon. The people in the yard had gone out to make a living, and none of them had come back yet. But today's harvest was good, so Uncle Chu came back a little early, and a few second-rate men saw him.

He was bleeding, and immediately panicked. He kicked Uncle Chu hard several times and took a sip. Fearing that he might be killed, he ran away in a hurry. There were two shocking bloody wounds on his back.

Uncle Chu was kicked to the ground. This scene happened to be seen by a few middle school students in the yard who were skipping classes and playing outside.

"Look, it's Uncle Chu!" A sharp-eyed half-year-old child at the entrance of the alley exclaimed, and several half-year-old children hurriedly ran over. When they saw the blood on the ground, they immediately panicked, but they were still brave.

The elder Wang Xiaofeng made up his mind: "Erdan, hit 120 quickly!"

The half-year-old kid named Erdan, who still had a runny nose and couldn't speak clearly, hurriedly took out his father's copycat mobile phone from his pocket. Several people skipped school today to apply for a mobile card.

I didn't expect it to come in handy at this time, but Erdan's hands were shaking so much that he couldn't dial the number correctly. Wang Xiaofeng became anxious when he saw it, grabbed it, called 120, took off his coat and pressed it on Uncle Chu

On the wound on the back, he held Uncle Chu, who was pale, and said: "Grandpa Chu, hold on, 120 will be here soon."

"I'm fine!" Although Uncle Chu's face turned a little pale, he was still conscious.

After thinking about it for a while, Wang Xiaofeng still felt that it was not safe. Everyone knew that Uncle Chu and Zhao Fanchen had a good relationship. It just so happened that Wang Xiaofeng was willing to come to Zhao Fanchen if anything happened. He hurriedly took the military green schoolbag slung across his body from

He pulled it off his shoulder and scattered the basic novel inside on the ground. He buried his head in the book on the ground and found a crumpled Chinese textbook. He quickly rummaged for something. After a long while, he finally found it. He took his mobile phone and dialed

He picked up a mobile phone number crookedly written in pencil on the Chinese textbook: "Hey, Brother Xiaofan, Uncle Chu was stabbed by a few hooligans at the gate of the courtyard. Well, I understand. Brother Xiaofan, you go directly to the hospital.

Bar."

After all, it was his first time to experience these things, so he was inevitably a little panicked. Although Wang Xiaofeng was usually the king of children, it was also his first time to see blood. By the time he finished doing this, his face was already covered in sweat. Fortunately, he was still calm.

, directed the other three children to go into the house to get gauze or something to stop Uncle Chu's bleeding.

A few minutes later, the ambulance arrived. The doctor carried Uncle Chu into the ambulance and shouted: "Who is the parent? Follow me to the hospital."

Wang Xiaofeng neatly raised his little black hand, and before he could say anything, others rushed to the ambulance. The doctor was helpless. Although Wang Xiaofeng was still a half-year-old child, under the current situation

Something is better than nothing.
Chapter completed!