I Became A Villain, Rich And Handsome

The five hundred and twentieth chapter, the life of firewood, rice, oil and salt

Lin Feng finished checking the accounts, turned off the electric switches one by one, and walked around the flower shop again. After confirming that there was nothing wrong, he slowly walked out of the door, lowered the rolling shutter, and walked towards the black Audi parked not far away. .

After getting in the car, the first thing that came to Lin Feng's mind was to pick up his son from school. When he started the car, he remembered that Shen Qingxue said that after shopping, he would go home and go to the kindergarten to pick it up.

"Shen Qingxue didn't know how to transfer the seat back to me." Lin Feng grumbled dissatisfiedly. When he stepped on the brakes now, his stomach would always hit the steering wheel.

In the dessert shop along the way, there is Shen Qingxue's favorite cake, but when he stopped the car, he hesitated again. His wife told his son that he couldn't eat sweet things when he was growing teeth. If the son sees it, it's time for the little guy to make trouble again.

After some thought, Lin Feng went in and bought a fruit cake of the smallest size, and asked him to seal it tightly in a paper bag. After confirming that it could not be seen from the outer packaging that it was a cake, he was satisfied. Nodding his head, he placed it on the passenger seat with great importance.

When they got downstairs, Lin Feng found that Shen Qingxue was scolding her son in anger at the door of the garage. Lin Zicheng was grieved with tears.

After Lin Feng parked the car in the garage, he hurried over to check the situation. When the little guy saw his father coming, he subconsciously seemed to hide behind Lin Feng.

"Come here!" Shen Qingxue scolded sharply.

The little guy froze and cried even louder.

"What's wrong with my wife? Are you so angry?" Lin Feng wanted to reach out to hug Lin Zicheng, but Shen Qingxue glared at him and hung his hand in the air in embarrassment, not knowing what to do for a while.

"Do you know what good things your son has done?" Shen Qingxue's anger had subsided a lot, but when Lin Feng asked this, she immediately became furious.

"Son...what's the matter?" Lin Feng rarely saw Shen Qingxue so angry, so he didn't dare to touch the bad head again, and asked weakly.

"The teacher told me that your son was lifting the skirts of other girls in kindergarten!" While talking, Shen Qingxue walked over and brought Lin Zicheng over, and said coldly, "Do you know where you went wrong?"

Lin Feng also knew that this kind of principled question could not be maintained, so he would not dare to take sides when he stepped back to Shen Qingxue's side.

"I was wrong mom... A little bee flew into her skirt..." Lin Zicheng explained sobbing.

Lin Feng suddenly remembered that he seemed to be beaten because of this incident back then. Why didn't he think of such a good excuse back then, as expected of my son.

Lin Feng's face was blue and he put on the look of a stern old father, and said solemnly: "Even if there is such a thing, you can't lift the skirt of a little girl, should you inform the teacher immediately?"

"Got it... Dad... Dad..." Lin Zicheng agreed while wiping away his tears.

Lin Feng saw the needle and looked at Shen Qingxue with a smile, "Wife, look... is it time to put out the fire..."

Shen Qingxue took a deep breath, calmed down, and her tone softened a bit, "Next time, I can't spare you!"

Then he glared at Lin Feng and said, "As expected of your son!"

Lin Feng didn't know whether it was a compliment or a pejorative word for a while, so he nodded and said, "Follow me."

"Humph!" Shen Qingxue snorted coldly, turned and walked home. Lin Feng picked up her son and was about to go home, but found that his little hand was tightly clenched, and it seemed to be holding something in his palm.

"Son, what's in your hand, can you show it to Dad?" Lin Feng asked.

Lin Zicheng spread out his small hands, and there was a small strawberry hairpin inside.

"What do you mean?" Lin Feng asked.

"This is my token of love." Lin Zicheng blinked and added, "It's also my reward for driving away the bees."

The father and son smiled at each other.

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The sun was rising, Shen Qingxue was making breakfast in the room humming a little song, Lin Feng got up from the bed with sleepy eyes, and saw Lin Zicheng sticking half of his head to the bedroom.

"Dad, what time is it?" he asked.

Lin Feng suddenly realized that today is the weekend, and he promised his son to take him out to play yesterday.

"Go wash up first, and let's talk to mom after breakfast." Lin Feng touched his son's head.

"Have you memorized the ancient poem? I'll ask a question later." Shen Qingxue's voice came from the kitchen.

Lin Zicheng cried with a small face, dragged a long tone, and reluctantly followed the idiot back to the room.

Those who are close to Zhu are red and those who are close to ink are black. Originally, both of them planned to let their son study according to their own interests, but Xiaohui often took her daughter to Shen Qingxue's flower shop, and often told her the importance of early education. Shen Qingxue insisted on it. It didn't take long before she was successfully persuaded by Xiaohui.

And Lin Zicheng has naturally become the focus of her education.

Lin Feng wanted to ask Shen Qingxue to go out with himself and his son, but the business of Tianhua shop was busy on Saturday, and Shen Qingxue also accumulated some regular customers. Every day, he would come to the shop to pick up flowers. many.

The monthly income of the flower shop is actually not a lot of money. When the business is not good, they even put some money in it every month. However, the two flower shops are not for making money, but to make life more fulfilling. And going to the store every day has long since become part of Shen Qingxue's living habits.

After finishing breakfast, Lin Feng called Jin Long and made an appointment to take the children out to play together. After all, among Lin Feng's friends, this guy is the only one who has weekend breaks.

Jin Long's daughter was born about half a month later than Lin Zicheng, but she was almost half a head taller than Lin Zicheng. The two little guys stood together, but Jin Jiaojiao was more like a sister.

Maybe it's because the parents of both sides often take them out to play together, Lin Zicheng and Jin Jiaojiao have a very good relationship, and the two of them just met and started to whisper together.

"I think you should lead Zicheng to Yang Xu's house more." Jin Long watched the two little cubs walk together holding hands, and suddenly had the feeling that his own cabbage was being arched by a pig.

"Haha, don't delay." Lin Feng smiled.

"Fuck off, I have to stay away from you in the future." Jin Long grabbed a game coin for Lin Feng, "Let's go grab it and play, and the one caught later will treat you to a guest this afternoon."

"No problem." Lin Feng also stuffed two coins into the doll machine.

"Do your children also recite ancient poems at home?"

"Every day, there are a lot of interest classes, but I can't tell her." Jin Long gave Jin Jiaojiao a sympathetic look.

"Hey, it's all because of my child's heartbreak."

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