What a Chen Xin. I have eaten braised vegetables at home for two months, and my parents have eaten so much that their legs are swollen, but you are eating and drinking. Are you worthy of your parents and yourself?

Song Qingyun immediately started to squirt.

Chen Xin didn't refute, just listened.

After Song Qingyun finished scolding, he said, "Secretary Song, I went to the city to see my son Yangyang. After all, I haven't seen him for a long time. I really thought about it. Today, the baby wants to eat steak... I went to the city to pay for living expenses today, and there were still dozens of dollars left. I originally thought that this little money was enough. I had never eaten steak before, and I didn't know the price. As soon as the child entered the store, he ordered it and didn't listen. He also said, "Why did uncle always bring him here, and he ordered it like this, a meal of five or six hundred..."

No need to ask, then what uncle is Chen Xin’s ex-wife’s current boyfriend. Speaking of this, Chen Xin choked up: “Secretary Song, I can’t lose. I have no wife anymore, so I can’t let my son look down on him anymore, and I can’t lose him.”

Song Qingyun was sad: "If I were you, I could lose, and we should not fight for unnecessary anger. Your child is still young and I don't understand many things. In the future, he will not look down on you just because you are poor, or look down on you because you have money. If you want to gain his respect, you should be a man who stands tall first."

"I know I'm wrong, Secretary, I won't do this again in the future. Now I'm stuck in the toilet of the Western restaurant and can't get out. Secretary, I don't want to disappoint Yangyang." Chen Xin cried out.

"You, you, we have to have a good talk when we return to Hongshi Village." Song Qingyun shook his head helplessly, and turned five hundred yuan. He spent all his cash this month, and he lived on credit cards for the rest of his days.

He asked again: "Chen Xin, aren't you working in the factory? What about your salary?"

Chen Xin replied that he had given it to Lin Lutao. Although he owed Boss Lin the feed money he owed until the end of the year, he might have paid a little more and he could not cause trouble to Secretary Song. It doesn’t matter if his daily life is a little hard, he gritted his teeth and passed.

When Song Qingyun heard him say this, he sighed in his heart, "What do you say about Chen Xin?" Sometimes it is sticky and makes people feel bored, but sometimes it makes people not popular."

However, he is really a burdensome person, and it would be worth it to help him alone.

"By the way, Chen Xin, have you finished your chicken cage?"

"It's done and everything is installed. My parents said that one day I would like to ask the secretary, you can go over and take a look and cut a color."

Song Qingyun burst into laughter: "Forget it, what color is cut? It's just a small and micro enterprise, don't make these false ones."

He also said, Chen Xin, if you have any difficulties, just ask the village poverty alleviation team, you have to raise this chicken for me. No, it is for yourself, for Mr. Gong Qi, the one-handed, the red face, Chen Zhonggui and the others.

Chen Xin: "They are working very hard too. Secretary Song, I won't tell you anymore. The baby is still waiting outside, so I'm not relieved."

After the fairy tale, he washed his face in the bathroom and returned to his seat.

The Western restaurant has started serving desserts.

What kind of high-end restaurant is this, with exquisite decoration and eyes full of dazzling colors. The same colored leather chairs in the train seats; what kind of dessert is this, pudding and ice cream, which are much better than in supermarkets outside.

Yangyang digged his lips and poked the patch in front of him with annoyedly, making the table full of it.

Chen Xin: "Yangyang, don't waste things."

Yangyang is three years old this year. In the city, the child of this age has just entered a nursery and is still a worm who knows nothing. But his parents have had two years from the beginning to the end of divorce.

This child matures earlier than ordinary children.

Yangyang shouted: "I'm going to ruin it, I'm going to ruin it. Chen Xin, why have you been there for so long and you ignored me?"

Chen Xin: "Yangyang, my father has a stomachache and goes to the bathroom. Are you afraid to wait here alone?"

"Why am I afraid? If anyone dares to provoke me, I will beat him up?" Yangyang hummed a few times: "It's not delicious, it's not delicious."

Chen Xin: "How could it be that it is not delicious, such an expensive thing."

"It's not delicious anyway. Last time Uncle Gong took me and my mother to the provincial capital, the food there was delicious! Uncle Gong said that when I grow up in the future, I will buy a house there."

Uncle Gong, probably Yangyang’s current partner!

Chen Xin suddenly felt a pain in his heart and reached out to touch his son's little head: "Next time, next time my dad will take you to the provincial capital for something better."

What a cute doll this is, with a round head and big and black eyes, which is made of the same mold as myself.

He is the continuation of his own bloodline, as if he is another life of his own.

Yangyang: "Correction, cheat."

Chen Xin: "Yangyang, when did Dad deceive you? What Dad said can do it."

Yangyang: "Hmph, mom said you are a big liar. You promised to buy a house and a car for her, a big house of 160 square meters, and a big car worth 600,000 yuan. As a result, you have been staying at your grandparents' house, and you bought a second-hand electric car for her, and it still broke every day. Humph, you are a liar."

Not to mention, Yangyang snorted coldly and looked exactly the same as his fucking.

Chen Xin and his son were leaning against the kitchen, where there were several waitresses serving dishes. Hearing the conversation between the father and son, several girls covered their mouths and smiled secretly.

Chen Xin's face was flushed with shame, and he wished there was a gap on the ground to get into it.

"Okay, let's go." After paying the bill, the father and son were walking on the street.

According to today's plan, Chen Xin wants to buy a pencil case for his son, with the cover of the like of Yuitaro.

Although the child in the nursery is only three or four years old, the teacher has already started teaching addition and subtraction within ten and Tang poetry. It seems that in this way, the child will not lose at the starting line.

This is the thing. The girl at Yangyang's deskmate happened to have such a pencil case. Yangyang was envious and wanted to play, but she refused to give it to her.

Yangyang was jealous of the fire, what did he do? He threw the pencil case into the stinky ditch.

Yangyang's mother called Chen Xin specifically for this matter and scolded him. She said that you, a father, ignore the life and death of your child. Now the child can't even afford a pencil case. Do you think your father is not defeated?

Chen Xin felt very uncomfortable. This was just a small conflict between children. Is it a qualified father?

After walking for a long time, Yangyang said that Uncle Gong had bought the pencil case, and said, "Big car, I want to take Uncle Gong's big car, I'm tired of walking."

After all, they are short legs and the baby can't walk anymore.

Seeing that the time was almost the same, Chen Xin carried his son and walked towards Yangyang's mother.

The weather was getting cooler, and my son fell asleep on his back, a little warmth.

Chen Xin murmured in a voice that he could only hear, "There will be cars, the houses, and everything will be there."

But this is just a saying. When he saw Yangyang's current man, he remembered what Song Qingyun said just now, "Actually, he can lose."

A car parked next to their father and son was a luxurious SUV, which was quite expensive. I couldn't afford it even if I worked in the factory for ten years.

The one who drove was a big fat man with a three-layer chin, like a mountain of meat.

Yangyang's mother is still so beautiful, but her expression looks cold: "Chen Xin, why did you send your child here? It was agreed that you can only see you for two hours a month. What are you going to say bad things about me in front of your child? Warn you not to affect my image in my son's mind."

Chen Xin: "What bad things do I say about you? Am I that kind of person? Besides, what are the benefits of saying you bad things to me?"

"Hmph, the benefits, aren't there any benefits? People like you are destined to be poor for the rest of their lives, and they will not rely on us to support you in the future."

Chen Xin: "I am only in my twenties, who should I support me? Besides, I am poor and rich but not old. Who can tell the future clearly? I can't be like this forever."

"Hmph, don't say such things in front of me, childish! Didn't you just like to talk about your ideals in front of me, and you deceived me as you talked about it, but I was hurt by you."

As the two were about to start arguing, Chen Xin woke up on his back and rubbed his eyes: "Mom, Mom."

Fatty Old Palace took Yangyang: "Yangyang, Dad hug him."

Yangyang reached out to hug Lao Gong's thick neck.

Chen Xin's heart seemed to be stabbed by a needle, and it hurt so much.

He was incompetent, so Yangyang's mother left him, and he recognized it. Now he couldn't say that his son would be snatched away.

The little warmth that I was carrying on my back just now will no longer belong to me.

"I still can't lose. For Yangyang, I can't lose." Chen Xin thought to himself.
Chapter completed!