Fast Through the Villain, Sweet and Wild

Before entering the door of the Zong Family, Rong Huang heard a curse.

"Why hasn't this little **** come back yet? Didn't he take Jianguo to play outside, right?"

Rong Huang's broken voice paused, and he pulled it on the edge of Zong Yan's pocket, hooking his neck and looking in.

I saw a middle-aged woman who was about the width of the door, her hair **** randomly, she looked shabby, and she was washing a pot with loofah in her hand.

A van passed by and a cloud of dust was thrown up. Rong Huang sneezed and rubbed his nose. "Brother, who is she?"

The warm and soft heat gushes on the back of Zong Yu's hand holding the school uniform, Zong Yu's slender and curled eyelashes trembled, and he whispered, "My foster mother."

Rong Huang let out a soft cry, his eyes widened.

This should be the mother of the little fat man just now, right?

Thinking of the terrible things Zong Jianguo said before, it didn't seem like a primary school student who was both good in character and academics said it, and Rong Huang's hair became red again.

Zong Yu blinked, thinking that the little fairy seemed to be angry.

"What are you stupid standing at the door?" The rude male voice rang, interrupting Zong Yan's thoughts, and Rong Huang drew back into Zong Yan's pocket and released his divine consciousness.

Zong Yu turned around and saw the middle-aged man wearing a white flip-flops vest behind him, his hands tightly holding the strap of his schoolbag, and he stepped aside.

The middle-aged man grinned, revealed his yellow teeth, and snorted, "If you know you, I want to drink tonight, you go buy wine."

Zong Yao pursed her lower lip, her eyes flashing cold, and she only spit out one word, "Money."

It's just that the middle-aged man was so happy that he didn't notice the look in Zong Yan's eyes. He took out a banknote from his pocket and stuffed it to Zong Yan.

"In the afternoon I won the money, and the rest of the money will come back to me. If I know that you have stolen the money, I won't kill you!"

Zong Yan took the money, but didn't even enter the house, turned around and went to the canteen.

Zong Dawei touched his greasy hair, smiled twice and walked in.

Hidden in his pocket, Rong Huang was almost furious when he saw this scene, and his black hair turned red again, "Why are you buying him wine? He is bullying you!"

In the previous world, no matter how horrified the phoenix disease was, Rong Huang was really outraged now.

If it wasn't that the time was wrong, Rong Huang would definitely kill the old man.

Humph!

Listening to Rong Huang's milky complaints, Zong Yan looked down at the road under her feet, her voice a little stiff, "If I'm kicked out, I won't have money to go to school."

He is now in the fourth grade. If he is driven out by the clan, he doesn't have any skills to survive, so why should he survive?

Not to mention studying.

Rong Huang angrily, the pair of small wings clinging to his back flapped, "That's right, brother, you are so pitiful."

Zong Ju: "..."

The little wings stirred through a thin layer of clothing, making Zong Yan a little itchy.

Zong Yu poked Rong Huang into his pocket and walked into the canteen.

The owner of the commissary is an aunt in her fifties. She is staring at the TV and watching a TV series. When she sees a visitor, she immediately looks over.

Aunt Zhang saw Zong Yan and noticed the wound on his face, her brows frowned, her eyes were distressed, "Xiao Wan has come to buy wine for your father again?"

Zong Yu responded in a low voice, took a bottle of beer from the shelf, and handed the five-yuan bill to Aunt Zhang.

Aunt Zhang took the bill, looked at the wound on Zong Jue's face, and thought of his spoiled grandson who was about his age at home.