"Bad silver! Bad silver!" Xia Sheng hugged his son back, who was still trying to beat someone with his teeth and claws.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry." Xia Sheng explained: "He was almost abducted today, and he was beaten in the face. He may have admitted the wrong person."

Xia Sheng only regarded his son as the wrong person.

"Kangkang, Kangkang, this uncle is not the bad uncle before."

Fortunately, when the four-year-old kid bit it, he only bit the clothes. The housekeeper looked again and found that the kid did have a big slap print on his face, which looked very pitiful.

Most of the anger in my heart had disappeared, and the housekeeper said: "It's okay, it's okay. The child is still young, so it's normal to not recognize people."

Xia Sheng breathed a sigh of relief, touching the child's head comfortingly, and comforted: "Kangkang, this uncle is not the uncle before, this uncle is a kind-hearted uncle."

Mr. Kang now feels that the butler's face is abominable, and he pretends to be a human being. He wants to rush over and tear up his hypocritical mask.

Xia Sheng saw that his son's condition was not quite right, so he didn't dare to stay any longer, so he hugged his son and went downstairs.

Xia Sheng smoothed his son in the elevator, and said softly: "The bad uncle had been knocked down by his mother before, don't Kang Kang remember? This uncle is a good man."

President Kang gritted his teeth: "Bad silver!"

After he finished speaking, he realized that he was going to suffer. He had always wanted to speak before, but he was unsuccessful once. What he didn't expect was that he could speak now!

Mr. Kang looked at his vigorous mother and wondered whether he could escape from the opponent's hands. He was taken aback for a while, then his face was happy, and he said, "You can talk!"

"Kangkang, you can speak!"

There were smiles on the young mother's face. At this moment, the person who was already a mother was as happy as a child.

"Will you give Dad a surprise for a while?" Xia Sheng said to his son when he took his son home in the car.

"Shall we give Dad a surprise together?"

"Say it with mom—daddy—"

The child looked at her with dark eyes, without any movement.

"Dad—Dad—" Xia Sheng repeated gently.

President Kang still has no movement. He can't call anyone father. President Kang has never called these two words since he was a child, and he will not call anyone father.

"Dad—Dad—" Xia Sheng repeated again.

"Huh." Mr. Kang reluctantly agreed.

Xia Sheng was happy: "Son, you did this on purpose, right?"

Mr. Kang ignored her. He was already the father of the boss at a young age, but now he is the son of a dismissed employee.

Is there anything worse than this?

"Kangkang, take medicine." Back home, Xia Sheng grinds up the pills and mixes them with warm water.

Mr. Kang watched this scene and swallowed. It turned out that something worse happened.

Xia Sheng looked at his son's unlovable appearance. The child made this appearance, a little funny.

"It's over in one sip." Xia Sheng twisted another bowl: "Drink the honey water after drinking it."

Mr. Kang didn't drink, and he said he would not drink anything. The pills were all ground into the warm water, and it was so bitter to death.

Xia Sheng squatted down, rounded his son's bib, and scooped a spoonful of honey water with a spoon: "Sweet."

Don't drink sweet ones!

After the spoon reached his mouth, the child's instinct still made him open his mouth.

So there is a spoonful of medicine after a spoonful of honey water.

After the half-bowl of medicine was finished, Mr. Kang was exhausted, and he didn't want to talk to people even more. No matter whether he would be exposed or not, his original plan was completely shattered.

After experiencing the present things, the big guys and violent people will definitely take him more closely.

No, Mr. Kang thought irresistibly, what would happen even if the other party didn't look at him to death? Does he have a place to go now?

Could it be that his future destiny is to be a stupid son for this mother who interrupted the bridge of the nose with bare hands?

An hour later, Mr. Kang sat on a small bench in the Art Center and looked at the woman sitting gracefully at the piano like a princess.

This is a piano, right? How does he think this woman should teach boxing?

Several children nearby were shouting: "Xia~Old~Master~Good~"

Mr. Kang wanted to say in his heart, this woman who broke the bridge of the nose with a fist, is she actually a piano teacher? I heard that people playing the piano have a lot of energy, so they break the bridge of the nose with a fist?

Mr. Kang didn't know much about this family, he had only been here for two days after all.

In these two days, the woman took him to the special school in the morning, and when the big guy came back to take him in the afternoon, the woman went out.

He didn't even know where the woman was after five o'clock.

Of course, he didn't care. The big guy came back late today, so he was taken to the classroom of the Art Center by a woman. Only then did Mr. Kang know that women are also working to earn money every day.

In fact, after five o'clock in the afternoon every day, it happens to be the time when the students are out of school and sent to the art center by their parents.

Xia Sheng is a piano teacher at the Art Center. He takes a small class with seven children. He goes to work during workdays and two rest days. It happens that Yueqin is off work during these hours and he can take the children.

"Today we also have to learn a new note, and read it together with the teacher-fa."

So, a group of kids about his size started—

"Fa—"

Mr. Kang clearly heard that there was also a child who read:

"Hua—"

"Fa—"

"Hua—"

After repeating it several times, the milky "flower" in it finally became "fa".

This is not the most terrible, the most terrifying is that the seven children beat and sing together, and the magic sound is heard.

Mr. Kang received family education since he was a child, and he didn't even go to school several times. This kind of scene, for him, was simply torture.

Yueqin was stuck in a traffic jam in the afternoon, which made it late to come back, so he hurried to the art center to pick up his son.

The son sat in the last row of the classroom, looking at the other children blankly, with a look of bitter hatred.

Looking at this scene in the eyes of my father, there is quite a kind of complaint to my mother that "you have other children outside".

Yueqin picked up his son, only that his bitter feud came from the child's dislike of his mother to take care of other children.

"Mom is at work," Yue Qin whispered while holding his son.

When he was talking, he glanced at his wife, and then took the children out of the classroom without disturbing his wife in class.

"Does mom play the piano so nicely? Mom will be a pianist in the future." When the two people came out, others who knew them greeted them, Yue Qin said to his son.

"When you get older, mom will teach you how to play the piano, okay?" Yueqin still feels that his son's unhappiness at the moment comes from knowing that his mother has other children outside, so he comforts his son: "You can do that too. Go to this classroom and read fa with other children—"

Mr. Kang wants to roll his eyes and play a few basic sounds in basic lessons. It is considered noise pollution!

"Dad has no musical talent, and I don't know if you are like mom or dad." Yue Qin said to himself.

Yue Qin returned to the car with his son and started to calculate today’s salary again. Yue Qin shared the joy with his son—

"Dad made 200 yuan more today than yesterday."

As Yue Qin said, he transferred two hundred yuan to a bank card, and soon the receipt message came from his mobile phone. The big man looked at the bank card balance of 25,200 yuan.

With a satisfied smile on Yue Qin's face, he finally collected enough money.

Mr. Kang glanced at him, more than 20,000 yuan, so happy?

"Don't tell your mother, this is the private money that Dad has saved for more than four years. How about spending it all at once with father and son?" Yue Qin said when his son was watching, regardless of whether he could understand it or not.

In more than four years, he saved more than 20,000 yuan, which is really unparalleled.

"What kind of eyes are you?" Yue Qin was amused by the small eyes that his son despised.

"Despise." When Yue Qin said it, he was startled by his little milk voice.

The silly father was dumbfounded, and picked up his son in the next second: "Baby, say one more sentence! Say another sentence!"

It is really the first time that Mr. Kang has heard of other people's requests like this. He is indeed a stupid dad.

"despise!"

Yue Qin happily kissed his son's forehead twice suddenly: "Say it again!"

President Kang wiped his forehead disgustedly.

"Dad is so happy today, good things are in pairs! Son, go, dad will take you to spend money! Let you feel the feeling of spending more than 20,000 yuan at a time."

Mr. Kang came alive in an instant, his eyes shone, he needs to feel this way! He wants to buy computer and mobile clothes!

Half an hour later, two people bought a twenty-five thousand piano in the piano shop. A man with no musical talent asked about 118, 130, the manufacturer, and tried the treble and bass. Incomprehensible dialogue.

Yue Qin finally chose a domestic piano, but he looked at the imported piano.

Mr. Kang drooped his head, watching this man spend 25 thousand of his savings in one go, and he was as happy as a mentally retarded man.

"Your mother must be happy and bad."

Mr. Kang said heartily, you prodigal man!

Mr. Kang now wants to go back to his body even more.

"Buzzing—"

Yue Qin filled in the delivery address. At this time, his mobile phone rang, and Yue Qin frowned when he saw the caller ID.

"Old Yue, are you free now? If you are free, come to the company."

The person who called was the previous company director. After Yue Qin was dismissed, he applied for labor arbitration. He worked in the company for 5 years. According to the labor law, he should be compensated for his five-month salary for unexcused dismissal like him. The company has been evasive.

Now the supervisor tells him to go over, that is to say about this matter.

"Chairman Kang had a car accident, and our company has been busy with this all this time," said the supervisor.

Mr. Zhen Kang was held by his dismissed employee at this moment and looked at his favorite employee before.

"Well, if your son can call you, it proves that Mr. Kang made a mistake. Your son is not dumb, and it will not affect the company's image. The five-month salary is still correct."

Mr. Kang probably did the math, this person’s salary is 15 thousand a month, five months!

I have to say, it's a huge sum of money!

Yue Qin said: "It's boring to change the concept secretly. You must either compensate or I will continue to apply for labor arbitration."

President Kang was stunned for a moment. He...clearly knew that he could speak, as long as he forced him to shout.

The supervisor doesn’t care at all. He used to be Mr. Kang’s dog-legs. He has long been used to doing whatever he wants. Instead, he said, “Brother, that’s what I said. You have been paid five months' salary. Can't you also fire me?"

"President Kang expelled you because you think your son is a fool. You ask your son to prove that he is not a fool, and we will also have an explanation behind him."

Looking at this scene, Mr. Kang found for the first time that his good employees' faces are so ugly, especially this triumphant look, which is disgusting!

"I will continue to apply for labor arbitration." The big dad regretted bringing the child over. He still maintained his calm, hugged his son, and said: "My son has never been a fool. Mr. Kang's certificate of a car accident."

Yue Qin said as he walked out holding his son, his tall body was like a big mountain, blocking all the malicious ridicule behind him.

Mr. Kang had a hot head, gritted his teeth, and called out a title he had never called in his entire life—

"dad-"

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