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Chapter 85
Chapter 85
Song Zhaodi's eyes darkened, her head buzzing, the ceiling in front of her fluctuated up and down, and she was stunned.
Zhong Jianguo blinked, not understanding how everything happened, and let go subconsciously.
thump!
Song Zhaodi landed on her legs, lying upright on the ground, and came back to her senses. Staring at the square face that suddenly appeared, he gritted his teeth: "Zhong Jianguo, you are finished!"
"Iā" Zhong Jianguo wanted to say, I didn't do it on purpose, why did you fall? The words reached his throat, and he swallowed them subconsciously, "I'll help you up."
Song Zhaodi blurted out: "I can't afford it!"
"But it's cold on the ground." Zhong Jianguo thought for a moment, squatted down, and stretched out his hand, "Don't, don't be rude, get up quickly."
Song Zhaodi coldly spit out a word: "Go away!"
Zhong Jianguo's face changed suddenly, he moved his mouth and wanted to explain, and suddenly saw Song Zhaodi's eyes turn red. As his heart tightened, Zhong Jianguo panicked inexplicably, and subconsciously wanted to call for the children to come to the rescue.
Looking up, he suddenly thought that the children were sleeping under the covers. Zhong Jianguo suddenly felt even more panicked: "Zhao Di, you, you get up first, whether you beat me or scold me, I will not play or say anything, okay?"
"roll!"
Zhong Jianguo looked around, saw no one, took a deep breath, picked up Song Zhaodi and ran upstairs.
Lifting his foot and kicking the door, he got into the room, kicked his heel, and the door slammed shut. Zhong Jianguo put Song Zhaodi on the bed, grabbed Song Zhaodi's hand and greeted him on the face.
Song Zhaodi slapped it away: "Go away!"
Zhong Jianguo froze, and asked sternly, "Can you say anything other than get out?"
"Go away!" Song Zhaodi said coldly.
The more this is the case, the more Zhong Jianguo dare not roll: "I didn't expect your center of gravity to be unstable." As he said that, he wanted to slap himself, "I was wrong. You are not a dancer, and you have not practiced boxing. It's normal for the center of gravity to be unstable, I should have thought about it." Looking at Song Zhaodi's face, seeing her still expressionless, Zhong Jianguo's scalp was numb, "In the future, I will never do it again, I promise!"
"Go out!" Song Zhaodi said.
Good phenomenon, two words this time. Zhong Jianguo sighed softly in his heart, thought about it, and took Song Zhaodi's hand: "I'm sorry, I was wrong. I shouldn't be so mindless. I will definitely remember it next time."
Song Zhaodi glanced at him lightly, then turned her back to him.
Zhong Jianguo couldn't help scratching his ears and cheeks, why was his hand so owed.
"Zhaodi, Zhaodi, I'll cook tomorrow, and I'll do the laundry." Zhong Jianguo pondered for a while, unable to remain silent, got up and ran to the other side, lay on the bedside, and grabbed Song Zhaodi's hand again, "If you're not happy, just Hit me, no, if you want to hit me a few times, don't ignore me."
Song Zhaodi glanced at him and turned around again.
Zhong Jianguo saw the soil on Song Zhaodi's clothes, and suddenly his heart moved, and his heart was blessed: "Zhaodi, your clothes are dirty, I will help you take them off."
Song Zhaodi opened her mouth to say that she didn't need it, but when she thought that the sheets and sheets were just changed this afternoon, she didn't say anything.
Seeing this, Zhong Jianguo carefully tugged at her sleeve, and found that Song Zhaodi did not move, so she was bold, took off Song Zhaodi's cotton-padded coat and pants, quickly stripped off his own clothes, and burrowed into the quilt.
Song Zhaodi heard the rustling voice and already guessed: "Zhong Jianguo, is the door closed?"
"The door doesn't close and it doesn't" said this, and stopped abruptly. Zhong Jianguo met Song Zhaodi's eyes, his face full of embarrassment, "I, I'll close the door now." He lifted the quilt and ran downstairs.
Close the courtyard door, close the living room door. Running upstairs, the bedroom door was also closed.
Zhong Jianguo looked at the closed door, not surprised at all. However, this time Zhong Jianguo didn't dare to sleep in the living room, nor did he dare to squeeze with his sons.
I got into the utility room, found a thin wire, and suddenly realized that the door was bolted from the inside. To enter the house, he had to kick the door open. Kick the door? Zhong Jianguo shook his head again and again, Teacher Xiao Song could vomit blood.
"Dad, what are you doing?"
Zhong Jianguo turned around and said, "Big baby? You haven't slept yet."
"I just woke up." Zhong Dawa said, "I wanted to pee and found that I forgot to take the urinal. I went downstairs to get the urinal. Dad, isn't it too cold for you to stand by the door with your shirt on?"
Zhong Jianguo thought to himself, no matter how cold he was, he didn't feel cold: "It's cold. But your mother won't open the door for me."
"Did you make a mother angry again?" Zhong Dawa looked at him, "I really don't know what you want to do, making a mother angry every day." Sighing, shaking her head, she turned to get the urinal.
Zhong Jianguo was dizzy, took a deep breath, and followed: "Son, knock on the door for Dad, and say you have a stomachache."
"I'll help you, I made Nyonya angry, and my mother will let you cook again. I don't want to eat your cooking." Zhong Dawa looked back at him, "Don't follow me, I'll go to the toilet."
Zhong Jianguo said as he walked, "I don't want to follow you either. But if I don't go in today, your mother will be angry for a month. Son, if you don't want to eat the food I cook, I have to cook it for a month."
"What?!" Zhong Dawa was shocked, and almost rolled downstairs with nothing. He quickly grabbed the armrest and turned to stare at Zhong Jianguo, "Are you serious? Dad."
Zhong Jianguo nodded: "Dad caused a lot of trouble this time."
"You, you, why do you make trouble every day." Zhong Dawa was helpless, "I don't even know what to say about you. Why is this time?"
Zhong Jianguo coughed lightly, embarrassed: "Your mother kicked me, and I fought back."
"You beat my mother?" Zhong Dawa's eyes widened, "Why are you so courageous?!".
Zhong Jianguo shook his head: "I didn't fight, but it's more serious than fighting. Hey, son, don't ask, help me think of a way."
"It's really serious?" Zhong Dawa asked.
Zhong Jianguo: "I think it will be very serious."
"Then come with me, Dad." Zhong Dawa beckoned, walked into the courtyard and pointed to the window facing the door, and whispered, "Ladder."
Zhong Jianguo's eyes lit up: "Thank you, son." He went to Liu's house to borrow a ladder, climbed upstairs in two or three times, pushed it gently, the window opened, and Zhong Jianguo got in sideways.
Lying in the bed, he opened his mouth to complain that Song Zhaodi was too cruel. When the words came to his mouth, Zhong Jianguo asked cautiously, "Comrade Song Zhaodi, are you asleep?"
Song Zhaodi glanced at him and closed her eyes.
Zhong Jianguo breathed a sigh of relief, moved to Song Zhaodi's side, and coughed, "Where is the pain? Do you want to go to the hospital?"
"Headache." Song Zhaodi spit out two words.
Zhong Jianguo quickly asked, "Is it swollen?" Without waiting for Song Zhaodi to speak, he hooked his head and brushed away her long hair. He found that it was not swollen, but he was worried. Look."
"Shut up." Song Zhaodi frowned, "Noisy!"
Zhong Jianguo suddenly closed his mouth. After a while, he couldn't help but ask, "Zhao Di, are you all right? You must tell me anything."
"Zhong Jianguo, let me hear one more word from you, and get out of here immediately." Song Zhaodi looked up at him, every word, her expression fierce.
Zhong Jianguo is honest.
As soon as it was dawn, Zhong Jianguo opened his eyes and put on his clothes. Open the door and take a look at the self-ranging clock on the wall. 6:10? It's still early, and it's still too late.
Zhong Jianguo went downstairs, brushed his teeth and washed his face, and went to cook porridge. Then boil seven salted duck eggs and stir fry a pot of lettuce.
Zhong Dawa went downstairs and saw a pot of salted duck eggs and a plate of green vegetables on the table, and subconsciously shouted, "Mother, why do you eat so early today?"
"Your mother hasn't woken up yet. I'm cooking." Zhong Jianguo said, "Go and tell your mother to get up."
Zhong Dawa frowned: "You haven't coaxed your mother?"
"What's wrong with mother?" The self-reliant who came down then asked.
The big baby looked at Zhong Jianguo and sighed, "I made Nyonya angry again."
Zi Li opened his mouth and couldn't believe it: "Dad, why are you so angry every three days?"
"Is it so often?" Zhong Jianguo thought about it seriously, "No. Stop talking nonsense." Seeing Gengsheng, "Regenerate, go and call your mother for dinner."
Gengsheng sighed: "Dad, I hope you will be as stable at home as you are outside."
"How about teaching your dad?" Zhong Jianguo stared, "I am Lao Tzu, are you Lao Tzu?"
Big baby: "You are my father, my father. Go and call my mother to come down for dinner."
Zhong Jianguo choked: "I can't call you? Believe it or not, when your mother's anger subsides, I will tell her that you are disobedient." He glanced at his three sons, "Are you afraid? Go quickly if you are afraid."
"You're so boring." Gengsheng couldn't help but wonder, how did such a naive person become the head of the regiment? However, in the face of such a rude father, Gengsheng was not disgusted, and somehow found it funny.
Zhong Jianguo glanced at him and turned back to the kitchen to serve porridge.
Song Zhaodi woke up late today, not because she was angry, but went out for five days, and spent four days in the car and on the boat. After relaxing, she was very tired and didn't think about it lazily.
Zhong Jianguo left in a hurry in the morning, the door was not closed properly.
Song Zhaodi faintly heard the voices of Zhong Jianguo and Dawa, thinking that the children were getting up and it was getting late, so she sat up and put on clothes. Hearing the knock on the door, Song Zhaodi buttoned the last button, picked up the comb and said, "Come in."
"Mother, it's time to eat." Gengsheng pushed open the door and saw Song Zhaodi's face, but he couldn't see the joy or anger, and tried to ask, "Did you sleep well at night?"
Song Zhaodi was puzzled and thought about it: "It's good."
"Then you're not angry with your father?" Gengsheng said, looking at her intently.
Song Zhaodi smiled: "That bastard your dad asked you to ask?"
"What happened to you yesterday?" It has been almost two years since he came to Zhong's house, and he has never seen two elders quarrel. It is because of this that he is worried.
Song Zhaodi: "your dad is a rude man. I don't want to talk about him. What does he cook?"
"Yes." Gengsheng said, "When we went downstairs, Dad has already done everything. Mother, are you not angry?"
"Angry with him?" Song Zhaodi snorted, "I'm a cat, so I'm not angry enough with him."
Gengsheng smiled: "Dad knows you are generous, so he dares to joke with you."
"Don't give your mother the ecstasy soup." Song Zhaodi went out and saw that the second baby and the third baby hadn't gotten up yet, and reached out to lift the quilts of the two children.