Chapter 1277 The educated youth mother of the son's gangster (23)

  It walks around while bathing in the adoring (coveted) eyes of others, and can't help but stretch its chest higher.

   At this moment, Xiao Zhaoyou suddenly heard the cry of a child in front of him.

   He and Zhao Gugu looked at each other and walked quickly to the place.

   I saw several children standing in front of the cowshed, looking inside angrily.

   And the crying child is Xiao Zhao You's cousin, Zhao Weixiong's youngest son, Zhao Ming.

  Compared to Xiao Zhao You's white and tender skin, Zhao Ming's skin is much darker, but because Zhao guy eats well, a seven-year-old child is strong like a calf.

   Just compared to Xiao Zhaoyou's strong and domineering cousin, Zhao Ming's character is a little softer, he likes to cry, and occasionally he will be bullied.

   But every time someone bullies Zhao Ming, Xiao Zhaoyou will find his way back. Over time, no one dares to trouble Zhao Ming.

  The Zhao family does not have any patriarchal concept, and all children get along very well.

   At this time, when he heard Zhao Ming cry, Xiao Zhaoyou's first reaction was that Zhao Ming was bullied again.

   He ran over immediately, with a small face, and asked, "A-Ming, why are you crying? Did someone bully you?"

   Zhao Ming hadn't spoken yet, and the little friends around him began to talk a lot.

   "Brother You, A Ming's dime was stolen."

   "It was this man who stole it. He was not a good man. He stole money from children."

   "Brother You, we must help A Ming get the money back."

   When a few children saw Xiao Zhao You, they immediately had the backbone, even though Xiao Zhao You was only eight years old at this time.

   Xiao Zhaoyou quickly understood what they were talking about.

   Zhao Ming's dime was missing, and they suspected it was stolen by a man who lived in the cowshed.

  In this era when eggs were rare, and an egg was three or four cents, a cent was a lot, and this small cent still belonged to a child.

   Xiao Zhaoyou didn't know much about the people living in the cowshed, but the whole village had a bad impression of him, and he was usually reluctant to approach the cowshed.

   Xiao Zhaoyou followed his line of sight and saw the man in the cowshed.

  The man was wearing grey clothes, clean but very old, and it was unknown how many patches had been made on them.

   He is very thin and tall, but he has a whisker, so that his facial features are not very clear.

  Little Zhao You raised his head and met the man's sharp eyes. Little Zhao You couldn't help but be shocked, but quickly calmed down.

  The cowshed is very simple, and some places are broken. I heard that it was raining heavily a while ago, and the cowshed collapsed.

   The stuff inside is rarely very broken.

  Fu Han's eyes fell on the children in front of him, with a trace of tiredness on his brows, his voice was cold: "I didn't steal money."

  Although he has fallen to this point, a dignified officer doesn't know that he has been reduced to stealing a dime from a child.

   The children were much more courageous probably because of the presence of Xiao Zhao You.

   "If you say no, there is no."

   "A-Ming's money was there before, but it disappeared after passing here. You must have stolen it."

   "My grandparents said that those who live in the cowshed are not good people. You must be a thief."

   "Yes, yes."

  Fu Han frowned, his eyes narrowed slightly, and his tone became cold a few times: "I said no, naturally, no, believe it or not. Leave me here."

   A few children were frightened by Fu Han's eyes and shut their mouths in fright.

   Xiao Zhaoyou felt that the person in front of him was really bad. He stole A Ming's money, not only denying it, but also frightening them.

   (end of this chapter)