novelaction Chapter 194 A Way to Get Beaten
Chapter 194 A Way to Get Beaten
Silence represents Xiao Qingdai's speechlessness.
"No."
It was still those two words, decisive and ruthless. Shuangjiang suddenly felt a little funny for some reason.
She inexplicably felt a sense of annoyance.
It seems that the head of the family doesn't want to hear anything about the Harry Group anymore.
Out of the corner of her eye, she caught a glimpse of the little pink ball walking slowly to the door of the room. She checked the time, sensibly packed up the various documents on the table and left.
She used to be used to staying up late with the master of the house. Now that the young lady is back, in less than two months, she and the master have adjusted their schedules to normal.
The young lady goes to bed on time every day. She goes to bed at the exact same time every day. I have never seen her suffer from insomnia.
Frost sighed in his heart.
Children are so nice, I’m so envious.
I can’t imagine how happy she would be if she had this quality of sleep.
After leaving the room, Shuangjiang returned to his usual cold demeanor, took out his cell phone and passed on the instructions he had received from the conversation one by one.
So Mr. William, who loves little oranges, received his sixth rejection email today.
It is exactly the same as the previous one, even the punctuation has not changed.
It was a bit perfunctory. Every time he asked his assistant to send an email, he would change the wording.
He sat in the hotel, extremely puzzled, and couldn't figure it out no matter how hard he tried.
Why is it so difficult to eat a small orange!
I asked my colleagues, and none of them succeeded.
Mr. William's orange dream was shattered, and now they finally had some peace and quiet for a while.
It's not that he gave up, but he was holding back and holding back his ultimate move.
...
Fu Yueci finally brought the caracal from Qingqing's kindergarten home.
He first went to look for his father.
After telling what he heard from Qingqing, he looked at Fu Sihuai eagerly.
Fu Sihuai thought about it.
What impressed me most was the first time Monkey King came to our house and made a fuss. He sat on the dining table, his body covered in a mess of food, and the soup splashed everywhere.
People with mysophobia start to feel uncomfortable just thinking about it.
"Not raised."
So he rejected the proposal expressionlessly.
Of course Fu Yueci refused, so he started making a scene in the study.
Later, the noise became so loud that people could no longer work, so Fu Sihuai went to the bedroom.
But the kid kept following, wherever he went.
When he goes to take a shower, the child has to wait outside the door.
I also moved a chair, sat next to the bed, held up my phone and forced him to watch Animal World with me.
He was not allowed to work or sleep, and was clamoring for the caracal to be brought back.
This is Fu Yueci's tactic.
He thought that as long as he could annoy his father, he would get what he wanted.
But the reality was somewhat different from what he imagined.
He did annoy Fu Sihuai, but he didn't get what he wanted and was beaten instead.
Fu Sihuai, who was lying on the bed at the time, suddenly sat up, threw back the quilt without saying a word, got out of bed, walked to the door and locked it.
Then he went to the edge of the balcony, as if looking for something.
Fu Yueci thought he was going to call his assistant, so he attentively handed him the phone.
But he didn't take it. Instead, he found a very long vase and pulled out the longest branch from it.
He turned his back to Fu Yueci, facing the night outside the balcony, and with his back to the light, he plucked the beautiful roses on the branch with an expressionless face.
This ruthless act of destroying a flower coupled with his cold expression made him look like a cruel villain on TV.
Fu Yueci happened to push open the balcony door and walked in at this moment, happily holding the phone and asked him.
"Dad, do you want to call Uncle Mu? I'll dial for you."
As he got closer, he suddenly felt a chill on his back.
The experience of being beaten frequently during this period told him that this premonition definitely meant something bad was going to happen.
When Fu Sihuai turned around, he saw clearly what he was holding in his hand.
"........."
"Dad, you can't afford to play with it. It's just a caracal. If you don't want to keep it, then don't keep it. Why are you hitting me?"
The originally quiet night became lively because of the two of them.
Fu Xueji also woke up and heard that his brother was beaten again. Although he didn't know why, he still ran out to persuade him.
But I found that I couldn't get into the bedroom at all.
There is no choice but to wait for the door to open.
Mr. Fu was also woken up. The old man was a light sleeper to begin with, and he was even more like an owl.
When he heard the commotion outside, he opened his eyes quickly, put on some clothes and ran out.
When he came out the bedroom door was open.
"Why are you spanking your child so late at night?"
Seeing Xiaoyue with tears in her eyes, the old man still felt distressed, so he blamed the adults first.
Facing the old man's accusations, Fu Sihuai remained calm, not as if he had just beaten someone.
He said indifferently, "Then ask him why I'm not sleeping."
If he could fall asleep, why would you hit him for no reason?
The old man glanced at Fu Yueci who was silent, and felt in his heart that this child had probably done something unbearable again.
He opened his mouth, wanting to say something more.
But think about it and forget it.
There's so much uncertainty about this kid that I feel like I'll get slapped in the face if I speak up for him.
After driving the people out, Fu Sihuai went back to his room, closed the door, and went to sleep.
He didn't have the habit of locking his door before, but he will develop it slowly in the future.
downstairs.
Ever since Fu Sihuai left, Fu Yueci no longer felt any pain in his body.
He looked at Mr. Fu who was about to go back to sleep, and an idea came to his mind.
His grandfather likes animals. He should have told him directly just now. Maybe he could have avoided a beating.
So he stuck to it.
"Grandpa, do you think our home is too quiet? Why don't we raise a noisy little animal?"
Mr. Fu paused, turned his head and looked at him hesitantly, wanting to say something.
Not a child, aren't you?
Isn't it noisy enough having you at home?
Considering that the child had just been beaten, he didn't say it.
"Grandpa, I have a video here for you to watch. This little gadget is really powerful. I'm sure you will like it."
His words were so absolute that they really aroused the old man's curiosity.
When the old man saw the video on his mobile phone, his eyes became brighter and brighter, as if they were glowing.
"This is a caracal, right?" He recognized it at a glance and praised it with admiration.
"This one is quite clever. It even knows to queue up at the door and wait for the bus. Not bad."
Mr. Fu's thoughts moved, "Can I bring this back? Is it in the zoo?"
Having achieved his goal, Fu Yueci smiled and said, "It's in Qingqing's school, Grandpa. Its name is Mantou Wukong."
"The name is also domineering."
Mr. Fu was even more satisfied.
"My dad won't let me raise him. He has no love at all."
The old man nodded in agreement, "Indeed, he has disliked small animals since he was a child."
Thinking about how cute the little animals he raised when he was young were, he brought them back specially to show his children.
As a result, Fu Sihuai had no compassion and forced him to drive the little animals to Tiger Mountain.
This matter has always been a grudge in the old man's heart.