Quick wear: cannon fodder is a bit strong

Lin Sensen said nothing. He still couldn't bear to leave his sister.

I grew up with my sister and was used to being her follower, so we've never really been apart.

Lin Momo continued to coax him: "When the time comes, when you mention your sister to your classmates, she'll be an international superstar. When you go to Country M to compete again, your sister can still protect you!"

"Who needs your protection?"

After all, he was only 10 years old and still very competitive. Lin Sensen couldn't help but say stubbornly, "You better leave now. From now on, all the delicious food at home will belong to me!"

"Oh, that won't work!" Lin Momo suddenly became anxious and retracted her raised legs.

"Save the delicious ones for me, or send them to me..."

She didn't know why, but she felt that the food at home, or the food she ate with her mother, was especially delicious.

Sometimes when I’ve been away for a long time, I really miss it.

Suddenly, Lin Momo's eyes turned and she clapped her hands: "By the way, can't I just get a helicopter pilot's license?

"This way, when I miss you, I can fly back!"

The more she thought about it, the more it made sense. Suddenly, she looked at Lin Ruchu with sparkling eyes: "Mommy, what do you think of my idea?"

Lin Ruchu nodded:

"can."

You know what, my new brain works really fast, this is really a good idea.

However, this would require a lot of work. She would have to order one or two helicopters first. The ones she had acquired in Country Y were good, but they couldn't be used directly, as they would easily leak.

Also, she estimated that Vincent and Lin Sensen would both take the helicopter pilot's license test, as would she. This would require building a helipad at home, which would make the villa they currently lived in unsuitable.

However, it's not a big problem.

With Lin Ruchu's current wealth, nothing else can be said.

The scale of Fengqi Internet alone was unmatched in China. If Lin Ruchu hadn't wanted to be more low-key, Qin Yunqi would have given her the monopoly of the Yaoxing industry.

Therefore, moving your home to a place with a helipad, or building a large house with a helipad yourself, is no big deal.

Lin Ruchu rarely pours cold water on what her children want to do.

Again, as long as it doesn't go too far, you can do whatever you want.

Her philosophy is that if you don't have the ability, try not to have children. If you do have children, you can't just provide them with food and clothing. While living your own life, it's responsible to do your best to support them.

As soon as Lin Ruchu said this, Lin Momo jumped up with joy, cheered and rushed over to hug her neck, and kissed her on the face:

"I knew Mommy was the best!"

She raised her little face and proudly announced:

"My mommy is the most beautiful and best mommy in the world! I'm so happy!"

Vincent and Lin Sensen on the side looked envious. Of course, the object of their envy was Lin Momo. Lin Ruchu was still a flower grower with a more reserved way of expression.

Lin Sensen is almost grown into a young man now. Lin Ruchu doesn't let him kiss him, and neither does Vincent.

Then, Vincent himself couldn't kiss Lin Ruchu often in the past two years because he didn't like his beard pricking her face. Vincent felt very aggrieved, and his sense of crisis was rising.

I'm forty years old now, and although I've been exercising and keeping fit, I'm no longer considered a fresh-faced young man. But Lin's face and figure are exactly the same as when we first met.

Walking on the road, there are still many bees and butterflies.

Thinking of this, Vincent decided to go upstairs, take a shower, shave, and then put on a facial mask. Otherwise, Lin might not let him kiss her when they got in bed later... That wouldn't do.

Vincent got up and went upstairs.

He didn't care about his beloved daughter going abroad. Anyway, Lin had already expressed his opinion, so there was no dispute about this matter in this family.

It has always been this process - Lin Ruchu’s vote decides everything.

The whole family was busy. Some were working on planes, some were building houses, some were repairing helipads, some were taking helicopter pilot's license tests, and even the young boy Lin Sensen was enthusiastically participating.

But let’s talk about Char Siu’s daughter.

Since the day he was released from prison, Chen Jiayi followed Ou Youbao and Chen Fang regardless of anything and entered the small house rented by Chen Fang.

The small house only has one bedroom and a living room, which is worse than an old and dilapidated house.

Chen Fang discussed with Ou Jiabao:

"Son, can you transfer some of the money from selling the house to me?" she said.

"This house is fine for me to live in alone, but it's a bit crowded for both of you. We need to move to another room..."

"I told you I didn't sell the house,"

Ou Jiabao impatiently lay down on Chen Fang's small bed.

What the hell is going on? I didn't sell the house, I didn't sell the house. I've said it many times. But he insists on blaming something that didn't happen. Is he getting senile?

"Besides, who wants to live with this ugly woman?" Ou Jiabao said disdainfully.

"Let her go~"

Chen Fang was helpless.

She went to the housing authority to check and found out that it was Ou Jiabao who sold the house himself. Many people saw it, but her son just refused to admit it. What could she do?

Her son had just been released from prison, and she was afraid he might do something irrational if pushed too far. Oh well, forget it, she'd figure out a way to deal with the money later.

As for Chen Jiayi...

Now that it has become like this, she really can't stay any longer. It's not that she is cruel, but Chen Fang now feels from the bottom of her heart that Chen Jiayi is a very unlucky person.

Not only did she kill her father at such a young age, but nothing good has happened to her son since he married her. She has also ruined the reputation of both mother and son.

On the contrary, Lin Ruchu left her ungrateful daughter and her life became more and more prosperous.

Now she has remarried a rich man and has a pair of beautiful children. Who wouldn’t be envious?

Thinking about it this way, it seemed that she was helping Lin Ruchu.

Bah, she was really crazy back then. She thought she had married a golden phoenix, but it turned out to be a bald chicken!

Thinking of this, she turned and went to the kitchen.

From the moment she stepped into the house, Chen Jiayi has been busy non-stop, using her only good hand to clean the toilet and tidy up the kitchen.

She was very anxious and felt that she had to do something to gain a foothold in this family.

However, her ears were perked up, listening to the movements in the house.

She also heard what Ou Jiabao said just now, and she felt her heart sink and had a bad premonition.

Seeing Chen Fang coming in, he quickly put down the rag in his hand, washed his hands, and said with a wry smile:

"Mom, what should we have for lunch at home? Let me make it!"

"Xiaoyi, please sit down." Chen Fang sighed. If possible, she didn't want to say anything unpleasant to the girl she had watched grow up.

But there is no way.

For her son's sake, she had no choice but to be the bad guy. She prayed in her heart that Chen Jiayi would be more sensible so that she could remember Chen Jiayi's kindness.

Otherwise, the mother and daughter would probably be doomed to fall out.

"Mom, what do you want to say?" Chen Jiayi sat down on the plastic stool opposite. Her body felt cold and she was shaking uncontrollably.

"Xiao Yi,"

Chen Fang hardened her heart and said it out loud:

"Ordinarily, Mom shouldn't say this. But," she turned Chen Jiayi's body so that she faced the mirror above the kitchen sink:

"Look at what you look like now..."

A dilapidated and terrifying face appeared in the mirror. Chen Jiayi was caught off guard and was frightened by the face in the mirror. She screamed "Ah":

"Ghost, ghost!"

He reached out and grabbed the bottles and jars on the sink and smashed them on the mirror. With a loud crash, the mirror shattered.

Chen Fang: "..."