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Chapter 117 Little Pink Helmet

Outside the courtyard, Hou Cuicui felt that the blood in her body was gradually congealing, and there seemed to be a voice coming from behind her, but it was vague and inaudible.

She looked down at her open palm, with blue and purple blood vessels on it, and blood flowing underneath. At this moment, she seemed to be able to truly feel that she was still alone.

a living person.

"What are you doing? Why are you standing there in a daze." Shen Baicheng hurried to Hou Cuicui's side and complained loudly.

Knowing that he patted Hou Cuicui's shoulder with his palm, she finally regained her senses and pulled an ugly smile at Shen Baicheng.

"Why did you come out to find me?"

Shen Baicheng froze in place, looking at Hou Cuicui's strange expression, a little at a loss, when did Hou Cuicui become more and more incomprehensible to him.

He frowned, and said in a good voice: "Go and see our son when you have time. It took so long for the master to send him off. I thought the master accepted you as a closed disciple."

"No." Hou Cuicui replied very calmly, completely unaware that there was some joking in Shen Baicheng's tone.

Her mind seemed a little numb, she no longer knew how to think, but her body was still here.

She mechanically returned home, sat next to her son's rocking chair, patted his back lightly, and on the other hand was going to find a children's story to read to her son.

"Mother."

Hou Cuicui felt that the hem of her clothes was being pulled down. When she looked down, her son was staring at her intently, and she felt a little softer in her heart: "What's wrong?"

"Should we continue to play this game?"

A gentle smile appeared on Hou Cuicui's lips, and she leaned over her son and whispered, "Of course, the game is not over yet, of course we have to continue playing."

"But I'm very tired, and I'm afraid my father will send me to the hospital."

"No, Mom will stop Dad. You just need to lie on the bed obediently and continue to say that your stomach hurts. Mom will handle the rest for you."

Hou Cuicui looked at her son on the rocking chair, her eyes were filled with love, and her violent emotions were calmed down at this moment.

She touched her son's forehead lightly and began to tell him fairy tales.

*
"Brother, it's almost there." The younger brother lightly stomped on the big hole on the ground, which was carefully covered with a layer of floating soil, and there was no trace of any excess here.

Scarface squinted his eyes against the wind, took the cigarette butt out of his mouth, and said angrily: "What are you asking me for? I'm not a cultural person, so I have something to ask him."

The middle-aged man who was pointed shrank, and replied in a low voice: "There will be no problem. I have calculated that a car of that size will just get stuck in the front wheel."

"Hey, brother, I didn't expect your little white face to have such a use at this time." Scarface smiled brightly, and patted the man's cheek, "Brother, tell you, don't try to play any tricks, be honest Do things for brother, and brother will not treat you badly."

The middle-aged man nodded silently, his waist almost bent to the ground.

He didn't do it on purpose, and he really couldn't help it.

"However, I guess you don't have the guts." Scar smiled viciously, and handed him a cigarette casually, "When I finish this job, as long as the things you design don't fall off the chain, your family owes you money." I will make up all the money for you."

Made it up!
The middle-aged man pushed the frame on his face, his fingers were trembling, and he patched it up. The scarred face said it would be patched up later.
He seemed a little unbelievable, and suddenly knelt down and grabbed Scarface's arm: "Brother, don't our whole family have to repay the loan?"

"My elder brother said that he doesn't need it, so he doesn't need it, so don't inquire about it!" The younger brother next to him pulled the middle-aged man up and lit the cigarette in his hand, "After smoking this cigarette, I just follow my elder brother to do business people."

The middle-aged man looked at the scarlet flames at his fingertips, tremblingly put the cigarette into his mouth and took a puff. He was suddenly choked, and a few tears flowed from his eyes.

"You look more like you now than you did back then." The younger brother chuckled, and couldn't help but recall in his mind how stubborn he was when he first saw a man.

At the first time, this kid was a tough guy, he didn't open his mouth no matter what he did, but after blocking him several times and hitting him a few times, he became honest.

Don't you obediently follow them now?

The middle-aged man squatted on the side of the road, tightly closed his eyes, and hid all the humiliation in his heart.

It doesn't matter, as long as the family is fine, he will be fine no matter what.

"Okay, get ready!"

Scarface walked to the middle of the crowd and began to give orders.

According to the time when another group of brothers came out, it took only a while for the vehicle to arrive.

*
"Brother, which helmet do you think I wear the best?" Lu Lu held Zhao Feng's hand, and kept thinking in his mouth.

"Well, the pink helmet is like a little princess, very beautiful, but the blue helmet is very handsome!"

Zhao Feng smiled helplessly. He knew that he should have gone around the curve when he was driving just now. Now that he is fine, Lu Lu saw him right, and she also clamored to wear a helmet.

"However, we are sitting in a four-wheeled car, so we don't need to wear a helmet." Zhao Feng patiently explained, "Only two-wheeled cars need to wear a helmet."

"what?"

"But I just want to wear a helmet. How about we ride a two-wheeled bicycle?" Lu Lu blinked her big eyes, waiting for Zhao Feng to accept her opinion as before.

But this time, Lu Lu's idea is doomed to fail, it is too dangerous to carry people on a motorcycle, Zhao Feng is not sure that she can guarantee her safety.

"No, you remember what you promised before coming to the show."

The look in Lu Lu's eyes suddenly dimmed, and she jumped out word by word like a set order: "Don't do dangerous things, don't go with strangers, listen to my brother, and strive to be a good baby. "

Hate Wafer Cakes to death: [Sneak a break from your busy schedule, come and see the darling Little Lu Bao, why is there an oil pot hanging from the corner of his mouth so angry? 】

A new unknown passer-by: [Of course it's because she couldn't wear a helmet, so she couldn't be a little princess. 】

Honey Bread: [The upstairs is really bad. Xiaolubao was already sad, but you continued to add fuel to the fire. 】

Seeing Lu Lu's powerless state, Zhao Feng couldn't bear it, so he had to squat down to discuss with her: "How about, let's take a four-wheeler, and you wear a small helmet inside?"

It seems that no one stipulates that you can't wear a helmet when riding a four-wheeler, right?

"I want pink!"

(End of this chapter)