hold peck

It's fun, it's cute, it's hard to put it down.

He Zhi lay on the table, talking to himself with straight eyes: "I didn't have any feelings for my own father at first, but now it seems that he is really far-sighted. He expected that his son would not be wanted. Early in the morning, I found a child bride-in-law for me."

More foul language.

Xu Peck pushed the thick study materials from his right hand to his left, completely blocking He Zhi's demented eyes.

After finishing English, it was time to write mathematics. He Zhi carried the learning materials onto his lap, and suddenly remembered Lin Xiaobai's advice, "Boss, you have to learn to praise your lover".

Xiaobai's practical ability is extremely poor, but he has a lot of theoretical knowledge.

He Zhi rested his chin and admired for a while Xu Peck's freehand drawing of hyperbolic curves, and said sincerely, "Yuan Yuan, you are really the king of plane curves."

Xu Peck wrote letters while responding: "The king of flat curves is the Belt and Road Initiative."

The atmosphere instantly became moral.

He Zhi choked, and said stiffly: "Is the Belt and Road a flat curve? It is the king of spherical curves."

"..."

Xu Peck looked up at him with a smile in his eyes.

"Brother Zhi, you are so smart."

He Zhi blushed.

Did that brat teach Xu Peck how to praise?

In addition, the children seem to have learned some other incredible things.

He Zhi graduated from junior high school, and he is good at writing.

Xu Peck studies well, but his handwriting is childish like a primary school student.

He Zhi laughed at him, so Xu Peck pushed him tonight's Chinese dictation homework.

"You write for me."

He Zhi giggled: "No..."

Xu Peck called him lightly: "Brother."

"..."

He Zhi sat up like a chicken blood: "Okay, no problem!"

Although Yu is good at repairing and restraining him, he will replace him at night and at night.

Not only for Yu Yihui, but also for Yu Yihui.

I also have good intentions, even though I died nine times, I still have no regrets.

Doctor Qu is really talented, there are four out of ten sentences that He Zhi doesn't know.He studied how these rare characters were disassembled and written, and the beautiful cursive script was twisted into the crooked characters of a second-grade child.

While He Zhi secretly observed Xu Peck not paying attention to himself at the corner of the table, he quietly made up his mind to go to the next room and write another good one later so as not to lose face.

Since he was a child, he may not even be able to write his own homework once, but now he has made up his mind to start a new life for love.

He Zhi was curious, and practiced "鞿极", "哔哧" and "鸡鸡" more seriously in the matts he had drawn with his hand.

"Boom."

The sound insulation of the small building is average, and suddenly there was a huge movement of tables and chairs overturning downstairs.

The two people upstairs stopped writing at the same time, Xu Peck tilted his ears towards the door, but the outside became quiet again.

A new message appeared on He Zhi's cell phone.

Uncle Li: "It's Lao Bing's man, Xiao Zhi, he asked you to go back to the villa tonight."

back?

He Zhi narrowed his eyes.

He didn't see it.

"...Brother Zhi?"

He Zhi raised his head and met Xu Peck's bright black eyes.

The little gangster raised the corners of his lips and laughed: "It's okay, a few wild dogs rushed in downstairs."

When he was young, He Zhi didn't live on Qingnan Road.His mother has a small villa, which was passed down to her by her father.

Counting it carefully, He Zhi is not just the second generation of black people, his family's black history can be traced back to his family's ancestors who were bandits on the mountain.

It's not that no one is trying to be good, but the family's power is deeply intertwined. Even though it has long since declined, as long as the word "congratulations" is mentioned, people can instantly be equated with "not a good bird".

The previous boss of the He family who tried to become a good man was called He Jin, who was raised by a single-handedly kind father, and never knew her identity as the daughter of the underworld.

It was not until her father was critically ill that year that she opened the door of the ward and learned for the first time from a group of strange uncles who looked "not good birds" around the bed that she thought it was just an ordinary black car driver What does your father do.

Of course, I didn’t do too many bad things. I usually do nothing to help people carry knives thousands of miles to recover debts, squatting in front of unscrupulous businesses with a steel pipe to smoke, etc., which is very self-cultivating.

With her father's death and her daughter taking over her father's business, He Jin suddenly changed from a daughter of the underworld to a heroine of the underworld.

With such a sudden change of status, she thought about the moon for several nights, and finally decided to take over the useless younger brothers under her father.

Among them is Lin Xiaobai's father, Lin Chengyu.

Later, He Zhi's father Feng Sikai was also included.

Qingnan Road used to be where Feng Sikai lived, and his boss originally sent him to hide his identity in the dilapidated and complicated old city, but He Jin couldn't bear it the first time he followed him home for dinner. The broken house was thrown to the man.

At that time, they were just getting together, and the female boss He Jin was still very unskilled after taking the position for a year, so she almost relied on this unknown Feng Sikai to help her gain a firm foothold.

This man is very handsome, even though he is always unkempt, with messy hair and old clothes, standing in front of her and threatening others for her—but He Jin always feels that the two of them are not from the same world.

She was defined from birth, and he should come from a brighter place.

Although I can't come, I can't help yearning for it.

After Feng Sikai's death, He Jin almost never went to Qingnan Road again.

The small second floor used to have no name at all, but the man once stood on the balcony with a cigarette between his fingers on a starry night, stroked the birthmark behind her ear, and said with a warm smile, "Since you have secretly donated to the Qingnan Welfare Institute for so many years , then the place where I live will also be called Qingnan Road in the future. Miss He, I will trouble you to take care of me in the future. "

Now that the person who had the cheek to ask her to take care of her was gone, He Jin hugged the child who couldn't walk steadily in her arms, and thought to herself that she would be a good mother.

He Zhi spent his childhood in a small villa in Pinghe District, which was a wealthy area in Yancheng in the early years, and the location is still very good today.

He Jin had previously questioned how her father, who drove an illegal car, let them live in this kind of house. She didn't know until later that this place happened to be the land that her ancestors robbed after they came down from the mountain.

……Fine.

Ms. He graduated from high school and has always regretted that she could not continue to receive higher education. Like every mother who expects her son to become a success, she also has many unrealistic fantasies about her son.

Feng Sikai used to study science, so she naturally loves science students more, but unfortunately, she graduated from high school for fun and doesn't remember anything, so He Jin had to invite another newly divorced dad Lin Chengyu to come over Tutoring four-year-old He Zhi.

As you can tell from the name, Lin Chengyu is a liberal arts student.He Jin had no choice but to resign herself to it, but she must have never expected that her son would turn out to be an art student in the end.

After He Jin was imprisoned, the villa where He Zhi lived changed hands. Unlike Qingnan Road, the wealthy Lou He Zhi here had no intention of snatching it back at all.

Although Pinghe District is the place where He Jin grew up, He Zhi secretly ran to Qingnan Road since he was a child. In his heart, the place where the photos of his parents are hidden is more like home.

Although the man's face in the photo was cut out by He Jin.

In the past, He Zhi thought it was his mother who hated his father, but now that Xu Peck finished telling those old stories, he finally realized that He Jin was actually protecting her lover.

"Young master, please come in, Brother Bing is waiting for you."

At the gate of the yard, something crooked and cracking dates beckoned and waved to him.

He Zhi didn't bother to pay attention to these sarcasms, and with his pockets in his pocket, he walked along the stone road that he had walked countless times in his childhood, and walked into the gate of the villa that no longer belonged to him.

The last time I came in, I still climbed over the wall. I really didn't expect it to be so grand this time.

He Zhi walked into the hall, looked at the unfamiliar riches and decorations as nothing, calmly looked at the middle-aged man who was making tea on the sofa, and said indifferently, "What advice does Uncle Bing have?"

The last time Supor provoked Lao Bing's subordinates who came to the store to find fault for himself, the store was smashed many times. He came for the proprietress, but was broken three ribs outside, and he couldn't enter the door.

This is how the person on the sofa made his subordinates come out of the warm room that time, and spread the word with a playful smile: "Young master, I hope this is the last time we meet."

When he was young, this uncle who called him "Xiaozhi" would often tease him with "young master", but when he grew up, He Zhi was still a lost dog in his eyes.

It's a pity that no matter how useless a wild dog is, it has sharp teeth.

He Zhi's eyes were indifferent and indifferent, Lao Bing looked up at him, with a deep smile on his lips: "Why are you so unhappy, your subordinates offended you outside? I will deal with them later."

If other people said such hypocritical words, He Zhi would probably turn around and leave, but he couldn't take it lightly when facing this person.

He lowered his eyelids, swayed to the sofa and sat down, and took a cup of steaming tea from Lao Bing.

The aroma was tangy, and He Zhi asked softly, "Longjing?"

Lao Bing nodded, and the smile lines at the end of his eyes deepened: "The old tea left by your mother, I haven't finished drinking it, just to entertain you."

"..."

He Zhi put down his teacup, and suddenly sneered, "What exactly do you want to do?"

Lao Bing shook his head, as if regretting: "I'm still so impatient."

He Zhi was lying on the armrest of the sofa boredly, playing with the clay decorations on the small table.

He really doesn't care.

Lao Bing squinted at him for a while, then asked, "Aren't you afraid to divert the tiger away from the mountain if you come here like this?"

He Zhi is that ferocious tiger that has just grown up, and his weakness is hidden in the mountains.

He Zhi turned the sculpture of the galloping horse in his hand, and felt that it was about [-] times uglier than the unicorn on his lighter.

He calmly said non-mainstream: "I'm afraid, but my life is cheap, if you dare to touch them, I will kill you."