Earn wealth?

Qin Huairu was already at a disadvantage in terms of legal principles. Although He Yuzhu was stupid, he was not so stupid as to take something that was not his own and give it to Qin Huairu. This was brought back by He Zhe.

Is it a story visible to the naked eye?

It can only be said that Qin Huairu has been blinded by stupidity.

Haha.

He Daqing sneered and looked at Qin Huairu and Shazhu. There was no love-hate entanglement between the two. Fengqi and Weiping, Luan and Fengqing, but they had never had any feelings.

"Huairu, I think you should leave my son." He Daqing doesn't want Shazhu to be kidnapped by Qin Huairu all the time. This girl is too dangerous, even Xu Dongqing can't handle it.

What kind of virtue can a stupid pillar have? He can make Qin Huairu obey.

"Uncle He, what are you talking about?" Qin Huairu wiped away the tears from the corner of her eyebrows, as if they were not shed by her, and her tone was a little choked.

"Why are you pretending to be confused?"

He Daqing looked calm.

"We are all thousand-year-old foxes, so you don't want to play nonsense."

"My meaning is very clear. You can fool others, but you can't have any undue bad thoughts towards Silly Zhu. He gave up everything for you."

He Daqing reminded.

If you are seeking skin from a tiger, shouldn’t you be prepared to be devoured by a tigress?

Qin Huairu smiled lightly.

Looking at He Daqing, Silly Zhu had just left. This pair of father and son was very interesting.

"Uncle He, who do you think I should listen to?" Qin Huairu smiled sweetly, walked to the door, pulled the light cord, and the dim room lit up with warm light, Qin Huairu's face.

Appeared in front of He Daqing again.

Apart from a few more wrinkles and a slightly deformed figure, there seems to be no other changes.

Night!

It’s hard to understand.

"Listen to your own heart, don't you already have the answer? When has Silly Zhu ever refused any of your unreasonable requests? Do you know why he would rather leave alone and drink a little drunkenly than agree to you?

Is your request to test my attitude towards my grandson?"

He Daqing sat on the steps at the door with great interest, his back to Qin Huairu, an old pipe, a yellowed bamboo pole that was a little shiny, and a casserole.

Shining bright stars.

Surrounded by smoke.

Qin Huairu couldn't help but take three steps back and showed an ugly expression. Didn't she know? Why does He Daqing need to teach her a lesson here.

"Want to hear the details!"

Qin Huairu held a broken bench and sat not far behind He Daqing, feeling a little heavy.

People's hearts are scattered.

Not enough to gather together!

Naturally, it is impossible for her to achieve what she wants.

"Don't you think about what He Zhe has now, what does it have to do with Silly Zhu? A piece of rubble, a bowl of food, even a table, chair, and bench. Did Silly Zhu buy any of it?"

"But this is He Zhe's father. How can he really ignore it?"

Qin Huairu didn't believe it.

How could thousands of years of traditional virtues be cut off in Silu Zhu’s generation?

"I remember how old He Zhe was. He seemed to be three or five years old. At the age I can remember, he was driven out of the house by Silly Zhu and you. When he and Cuihua were begging outside, you were there.

Where?"

"Cuihua rents a house outside and has a home that she cannot return to. And He Zhe has received a lot of unfair treatment since he was a child. This should have been the seeds of hatred. Why should I be tolerant to you."
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He Daqing smiled contemptuously.

The cigarette in his hand was knocked against the corner, and bits of debris fell into the corner.

"That?"

Qin Huairu was speechless.

If it were her, I'm afraid she wouldn't have a good attitude toward Silly Zhu.

"This is just one of them."

"The reason why the two of us can still talk to each other now is because I, a bad old man, have prepared a lot of good things for He Zhe so that he can gain a foothold in Tongluo Lane, Sijiu City."

"If one day, I leave!"

"Si Zhudu carefully begged He Zhe to ask him to be noble and forget what he had done before. If Si Zhu didn't know what to do, you would be blamed and you would try to steal his property."

Haha!

Although He Daqing didn’t say anything about the consequences?

But Qin Huairu still felt a sense of sadness.

Damn, this result seems to be a little different from what she thought. She originally thought that Xu Dongqing only gave him the minimum help. Without him, the spare tire given by Silly Zhu would be exactly the same.

Not too bad.

Now that I think about it, this is probably exactly what He Daqing said.

She may be the first one to be abandoned.

Choose one.

Whether He Zhe is venting his anger for himself or his mother Cuihua, it seems that she is a person who can be abandoned at any time.

"Am I... wrong?"

Qin Huairu's dim eyes looked at He Daqing who stood up to leave, and murmured to himself. Although he didn't want to believe it, Qin Huairu could only pray that Silly Zhu wouldn't be ruthless.

As for Xu Dongqing?

No one knows where it is?

Even if you get it back, what can you give her?

I have said it clearly, ‘last time’? It doesn’t seem to work anymore.

Letter?

That's a mental retardation.

"I...? Where else can I go?"

Qin Huairu's silent eyes gradually closed under the dim light. Qin Huairu, who was mentally exhausted and had no sense of security, had not slept for several nights.

After all, he fainted and fell to the ground.

No one cares.

Night?

In the dead of night.

The drunk Silly Zhu staggered across the front yard door, stumbled open the door, and looked at Qin Huairu who fell on the ground, half of his drink immediately evaporated.

"You...Sister Qin, don't scare me."

Silly Zhu hurriedly helped Qin Huairu to the bed. In the middle of the night, unless he was going to a big hospital, it would take half an hour to walk, not to mention having to carry someone on his back.

He is not young anymore.

A fifty-year-old person.

Qin Huairu, who really couldn't carry the weight of a dead pig, tentatively touched Qin Huairu's breath with both hands. She was still breathing, and touched her forehead, which was a little hot!

"I have a cold."

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Silly Zhu carried Qin Huairu to the bed and covered her with a flower quilt, which she sewed herself three years ago. It weighed more than ten kilograms of cotton-padded jacket, and Qin Huairu would not even bear to cover it on weekdays.

This is for Bangge.

What a pity this guy has no luck.

Dong Dong.

In the dull home, as Silly Zhu entered without warning, He Daqing leaned against the radio and dozed off under the dim light. There was a plate of peanuts on the table.

A bottle of Laobaigan.

It was enough for He Daqing to drink for three days.

"Silly Zhu, why are you crying?"

In my sleep.

He Daqing looked at He Yuzhu's young back with an apologetic expression. Damn it, he was also deceived by the White Widow back then. He was greedy for other people's bodies, and was fooled into Baocheng with a few words.

Fortunately, I left my work to Shazhu.

Otherwise, I don’t know if I can say a few more words from now on.

"Old...father...master." For decades, Shazhu didn't call out. How could he say it out today? It was hard to find him in the dead of night, and Shazhu was rummaging around in the house.

What do you seem to be looking for?
To be continued...