Siheyuan: the beginning reveals Qinhuai Ru's true face

Silly Zhu sat on the stone stool with his hands in his pockets, a cigarette in his mouth. He didn't pay attention to Qin Huairu at all, his face was full of composure.

Who would have known that the next scene would completely change his outlook on life, and he seriously doubted whether the man in front of him was his biological father.

"Bunny, quickly apologize to your god-sister. Huairu will be my god-daughter from now on. No one can bully her. If anyone dares to touch her in the future,

I, He Daqing, am worried about him. From now on, everyone in this compound must protect Qin Huairu. If he is discovered by me, he will be torn to pieces."

He pinched the back of Silly Zhu's ear with one hand and twisted it. When he picked it up with one hand, the tearing pain suddenly extended to his neck.

"Oh! It hurts me so much. Let me go. In front of me, you have the final say. I can't help it. Come on, come on!" He kept swinging left and right and struggling, which immediately made Qin Huairu laugh, as if he was watching a play.

The dispute between the two father and son immediately caused a sensation in the entire compound.

In less than a while, everything inside and outside was filled with people, and there was a lively discussion.

"It's silly that father and son He Daqing actually fought over Qin Huairu. I taught my son a lesson, haha! It's so exciting."

"I didn't expect that the god of war in the steel rolling mill would be lost in the hands of the heir to the authentic Tan family cuisine. It's a joke. As expected, there is a mountain higher than the mountain."

"Damn it! A master's attack will inevitably cause damage. No one will fall into my father's hands like this. Let's just watch the show, hahaha."

"What's the secret behind this stinky bitch Qin Huairu's success in capturing the hearts of two fathers and sons? I really don't see the advantage. Isn't it just for the sake of sex?"

"Look, why do you say this to me? The father and son finally reunited, but if they don't help to dissuade them, they just add insult to injury.

It's shameful that you exist in the compound, and I, Yi Zhonghai, as a master, feel ashamed for not taking the lead."

That's right, it wasn't who was making the furious curses. Yi Zhonghai, who was dressed upright, pointed at everyone and yelled curses. He was wearing a tight-fitting suit and warm clothes on his upper body, which highlighted his beautiful muscle lines and his energetic and rosy face.

It was this angry voice that calmed everyone down. He Daqing immediately let go of his hand and stood beside him with a serious look on his face.

Silly Zhu hid on his back, covered his red and swollen right ear with both hands, rubbed it back and forth, and screamed in pain.

"Ouch! It hurts people to death. Is there any humanity left? How can dad be so cruel to people?

I seriously doubt whether I am your biological child, what's going on? Life is worse than death." He cursed and hurriedly hid behind Yi Zhonghai.

You must know that before He Daqing returned to the compound, it was a well-known fact that Yi Zhonghai treated Si Zhu as his own son, just to take care of him until he died. This would be a vivid experience of protecting his son, as if only he could understand it.

"Lao Yi, I'm teaching my son a lesson, what do you care about?

If you don't go away, don't blame me for being rude. The ability of the authentic successor of Tan's cuisine is not something to be underestimated.

Huh! Don't force me to take action." He Daqing was jealous that his own son actually hid behind his love rival, and he was so angry that he was chattering.

Now Yi Zhonghai and He Daqing had a complete falling out because of Silly Zhu. It seemed that neither of them had any intention of giving in to the other. Their arrogance collided with their righteousness, creating a strong aura impact that made everyone present unable to open their eyes for an instant.

"Come on, come on. I have seen the world and I want you to experience the power of an eighth-level fitter. Even though you are retired, you will have to lose some skin even if you don't break your bones today."

The hands and fingers are in a fighting posture. The most powerful tool is the arms and fingers. Crushing a person to death is as easy as an ant, and can break bones at any time.

Not to be outdone, He Daqing posed with two wrenches resembling a spatula, jumping back and forth. He seemed to have lost his original composure, and his hands were trembling with nervousness.

Silly Zhu looked at the two people in front of him, and was in a dilemma. One was his biological father, and the other was his benefactor who had treated him like his own son since he was a child. The palms of his hands were flesh, and the back of his hands was also flesh.

Anyone who tries to help someone will fall into a serious conflict, so he simply stands aside and, hiss! He lights up a cigarette and starts puffing away. It seems that this is the only way he can try to calm down his troubled mood.

Yun Danfeng said lightly.

"You two fight slowly. No matter which one you kill, just tell me to help collect the body. Otherwise, both of you will die happily."

Silly Zhu sat on a stone stool with his hands folded, a cigarette in his mouth, and a leisurely look on his face, which immediately attracted everyone's criticism.

"Let me go, this silly Zhu is not a human at all. Let's not talk about damn He Daqing. At least he has taken care of him since he was a child. Without him, he would have been living on the streets."

"You are all blind. Blood is thicker than water. You can't break your own bones. Without He Daqing, there would be He Yuzhu. He doesn't even recognize his biological father. He is worse than a beast."

"I think you are the beasts. A biological mother is not as important as an adopted mother. This old guy He Daqing will do some things that are worse than a pig or a dog. He will do all the bad things by leaving his children alone for the sake of a dead widow. Now, people

Silly Zhu came back to recognize his son only after he achieved a small amount of success, how shameless he is."

"The nonsense upstairs is talking about. I haven't heard that He Daqing sent 10 yuan a month for living expenses to the uncle. I heard that the money is still there. No wonder the two of them have such a deep conflict."

"Damn it, are you telling the truth or not? Do you have any basis for it? Don't slander anyone. The first master is a moral model in our compound. You will be held legally responsible for slander."

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When everyone came to the key point, they got really excited and quarreled. Even Liu Haizhong, the second uncle who had been plowing the fields all night last night, came after hearing the news.

Wearing a white shirt, only a coat, cotton shoes, and messy hair, it can be seen that he was severely tortured by the second aunt last night.

"Hey! You two old boys are going to fight? This is too unloyal! It's just embarrassing in front of some young people. Please raise your ideological awareness." He stood in front of him with a straight face, pointed and cursed, showing off his "official authority"

This made the two of them look very nervous. They put away their fighting postures and stood with arms folded behind each other. It seemed that neither of them had any intention of giving in to the other.

He Daqing: "Hmph! Ask the old guy, this is because of him. I was chatting with my son, but I was stupid enough to interrupt and start a fight. Everyone can testify to what I said."

As soon as he finished speaking, Yi Zhonghai immediately became dissatisfied and turned around to yell.

"What? Don't forget that you are much older than me. With your excessive lust, you are as old as a toad.

Ask Silly Zhu who raised him? You can raise such a big son with just 10 yuan a month. Do you think it just fell from the sky?" This wave of anger really made him gasp and hit a sore spot. It didn't happen at all.

Resistance.

You must know that although 10 yuan per month was considered a good living expense in the 1960s and 1970s, it is not easy to raise a pair of children with all the hard work, and the countless efforts and efforts spent cannot be measured in terms of money.