dognovel Chapter 52 Stupid Questions
Chapter 52 Stupid Questions
"Second uncle, please repeat the question you asked just now."
"I'll let you explain to everyone."
"Why lock it?"
The second uncle said the question word by word.
I'm afraid he can't hear clearly.
But as he talked, he felt that something was not quite right.
Zhao Aimin followed his question and asked.
"Where did I lock it?"
"It's at your door."
"Both doors are locked."
Zhao Aimin continued to ask.
"That's the door of my house, who is in charge?"
As soon as the second uncle heard it, he knew that he had been trapped by him.
"The door of your house is not under your control."
"Is it up to me?"
Watching him blowing his beard and staring at himself.
Zhao Aimin is not in a hurry either.
No rush.
I'm still happy.
"Since the gate of my house belongs to me."
"Then I left the lock on the door of my house."
"Why should I explain it to you?"
The second uncle was taken aback.
Now he understood.
Where did the weirdness just now come from?
This is simply falling into his pit.
The uncle looked at the group of teammates.
I'm so tired.
What is this group of things?
Each one is dumber than a pig.
You talk about what you asked him to explain.
You ask him directly why he locked it.
What is the purpose of locking.
Who is he defending against?
Is it okay?
Don't give him a chance to speak after asking.
At that time, the initiative will be in your own hands.
You don't say whatever you want.
All right now.
A draft drafted earlier.
Let your words get all mixed up.
I think you were originally for Zhao Aimin.
Seeing the situation on this field.
Just because of Zhao Aimin's words.
The initiative is lost.
Qin Huairu's eyes shone with light.
Even the voice of the son yelling for meat is much more pleasing to the ear.
She doesn't dare to confront Zhao Aimin now.
People can stop themselves from working in the rolling mill if they just open their mouths.
I just point to this salary to support my children and myself.
As for his own mother-in-law.
Just keep it by the way.
there is her.
It can both disgust others.
And let her image of a "virtuous and virtuous" daughter-in-law stand firm.
It can also ensure that you will not be bullied.
Just her mouth.
This courtyard is not afraid except Zhao Aimin.
Who dares to break up with her.
Who dares to bully himself.
thought here.
The originally active mind faded away.
After all, there is Zhao Aimin in this courtyard.
Not so perfect.
But there is no perfect time in life.
The second uncle was so questioned that he couldn't speak.
The uncle was also silently drafting there.
The third master is so happy.
Finally it was my turn to speak.
Why do you uneducated people come to join in the fun of this kind of thing.
"Love the people."
The third master just called out his name.
Nothing was said.
Zhao Aimin asked, "Do you still want old furniture?"
The third master completely shut up.
What's the point of continuing this broken meeting?
Is there anything else.
It's okay, let Aimin go back and rest.
See how tired everyone is.
Xu Damao, who was standing outside watching the play, was also very happy.
This second uncle.
What a fucking talent.
And Zhao Aimin.
Why didn't I feel that his mouth was so awesome before.
Tongue war heroes.
This is an idiom that came to Xu Damao's mind.
Although they are not considered heroes.
It looks like this meeting is about to come to an end.
The old man didn't know what to say.
His eyes suddenly caught a glimpse of Silly Zhu.
The old man had the bottom in an instant.
"Silly, do you have anything to say?"
I heard the old man calling himself.
Silly Zhu was also quite surprised.
But I still asked.
"Aimin, has your house been stolen?"
As soon as the words came out.
The old man was full of question marks.
This... really can't believe a fool.
Sha Zhu's words made the scene uncontrollable again.
The direction of things is completely different from what the uncle thought.
Nor can it be said.
Things didn't go the way he wanted from the start.
The stick in Qin Huairu's arms, clamoring to eat meat, suddenly fell silent.
A head desperately drilled into her arms.
Qin Huairu took a look at this.
Something was wrong in my heart.
"Could it be that this kid really went to Zhao Aimin's house to steal something?"
Known child Moruomu.
As a mother, she still doesn't know the virtue of her child.
What my mother-in-law teaches the children at home every day.
Qin Huairu doesn't know much.
But it is also clearer than outsiders.
Scolding Zhao Aimin all day long.
Scold silly column.
Scold the third uncle and the second uncle.
The uncle didn't scold very much.
But more or less, they will also scold a few words.
It is even more impossible for other people in this yard not to scold.
There is nothing wrong with scolding a few words.
But as soon as I saw someone bring some delicious food back.
She has to say a few words.
"A heartless thing."
"If you buy something delicious, you should give it to my good grandson."
In the past, Bang Geng always went to Sha Zhu's house to steal peanuts to eat.
Qin Huairu said a few words.
Mrs. Jia pushed her back.
Just open your mouth.
"My grandson wants to eat, what's the matter with getting him some peanuts?"
"He's a silly bastard."
"My grandson wants to eat his peanuts."
"That gave him a long face."
"My dear grandson, you just take it."
"If something happens, grandma will take care of it for you."
"I don't believe it anymore."
"He still has the ability to bully my grandson."
Qin Huairu had said that Bang Giao was already scared.
But when I heard what grandma said.
In an instant, the daring became bolder.
Even Qin Huairu's eyes were full of provocation.
This whole yard.
Only my own grandma treats me well.
I'm hungry.
What's wrong with eating some peanuts?
Foolish Zhu himself said it all.
It's because I kissed him.
That's why I took his peanuts.
other's.
I don't even care about it.
Just because of the support of grandma.
Qin Huairu can't speak, scold, beat...
Looking at the situation at home.
Own man died.
There is nothing good to eat.
Qin Huairu also felt sorry for the child.
Just act like you don't know anything.
Anyway, Silly Zhu also manipulated him.
But he also told the stick.
"Except for staying at home stupidly."
"Don't go to anyone else's house."
Silly coveted his body.
Qin Huairu knew it in her heart.
The workers in that factory.
man outside.
There are too many people who are greedy for her body.
Not one more than him.
One less of him is a lot.
Since my man died.
Qin Huairu felt that she was capable.
Just one look.
You can know what this man is thinking.
Take something stupid.
Even if something happened.
Give him some sweetness to taste himself.
He just patronized and was happy.
I couldn't say anything.
But other people are different.
Especially Zhao Aimin.
He looked at himself with nothing but sympathy and pity.
There is absolutely no intention of wanting Qinfan to fan himself.
Qin Huairu didn't know why Zhao Aimin didn't have that kind of meaning for him.
Although I said that I had three children.
But this figure is not out of shape.
This way.
Although it can't be compared with those seventeen or eighteen-year-old girls.
But among peers.
No one has better skin care than her.
Just a woman like her.
Which man saw it.
I can't wait to keep my eyes on myself.
What are you pretending, Zhao Aimin, there?
How come it's like you didn't see it.
Could it be that he likes younger ones?
When he saw Wang Lin, the daughter-in-law he was looking for.
Qin Huairu understood everything.
He also likes big ones.
It's just that he doesn't like himself as a person.
Because of this matter, Qin Huairu has been sad for a long time.
Wang Lin completely cut off his last thoughts.
Body, appearance, family background...
I don't count for anything.
What else is there to worry about.
Qin Huairu was originally worried about her son.
It's completely gone now.
Right now, she is staring at Zhao Aimin who is leaning on the bicycle mat.
A pair of peach eyes.
It was full of resentment.
It's like talking again.
If you don't like me, you don't like me.
But how can you still be so capable?
"Mom, Mom, I want to go back."
The stick tugged at Qin Huairu's sleeve.
Pulled her wandering thoughts back.
Seeing the dodging eyes of his own son.
Qin Huairu sighed helplessly.
"Let's go back to the house and go to bed."
"Wash my sister's face too."
When Qin Huairu was thinking wildly.
The courtyard is extremely lively.
Just because of silly words.
All households began to communicate.
"Is that impossible?"
"Our courtyard is full of honest people."
"I haven't heard of anyone who has the habit of stealing chickens and dogs."
"You idiot, don't talk nonsense."
"What's going on without people's love for the people?"
"That's right, I think some people have two dollars in their pockets."
"I'm afraid that people will miss his things."
"That's why you locked the door."
"Oh, who cares?"
"Hey, I said his aunt."
"What you said is wrong."
"What people lock is their own door."
"What, breaking the law?"
"Hey, what you said is really interesting."
"Tomorrow, if I take things from my own home."
"Should I still tell the three uncles?"
"That's what happened."
"People's own family affairs."
"Why should I explain to you outsiders?"
"That's what's so strange."
You say what you say, and I say what you say.
That is called a hilarity.
But if there are really thieves.
That's not the business of Zhao Aimin's family.
Stole something from Zhao Aimin's house today.
Who can guarantee that he will not steal things from his own house tomorrow.
Zhao Aimin's family is rich.
Don't care about that.
I don't even bother to argue with you.
Buy a lock and lock the door.
That's it.
But if you recruit a thief in your own home.
A few less peanuts.
That would be painful for a long time.
Who can be like Aimin?
Wealthy.
Everyone turned their hearts to Zhao Aimin again.
And not just because of his good brains.
People wanted to curry favor with him.
Also because this is life.
Everyone is not stupid.
This is not acting.
Just read the words according to the script.
Just like what Zhao Aimin said.
People spend their own money.
Lock your own door.
What's wrong with that.
Even if they didn't lose anything.
locked.
You are also qualified to talk about others.