Fu Qing covered him with a quilt and put the other two children in the cribs. Only after they were all settled did he turn off the lights and go to bed.

Early in the morning, it was still pitch black outside, and Fu Qing opened his eyes instinctively.

He picked up the watch on the bedside table and saw that it was twenty minutes earlier than his scheduled time. He didn't care and got up quietly, getting dressed.

He opened the door a crack and saw that the old couple's door was still closed. He couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

Worried about waking them up, he went to the kitchen, washed his face, and left.

But he didn't expect that as soon as he stepped out of the yard, a big hand came to his right shoulder, and at the same time, a faint voice came from his ear, "Second brother, where are you going?"

Fu Qing paused and turned his head stiffly.

I saw a big man with a dark face leaning against the wall on the right. He was facing me, with his right hand on my right shoulder and a grim expression on his face.

Although Fu Qing was a little flustered at this time, he quickly calmed down, covered his stomach and pretended to be in pain, saying, "Dad, you have diarrhea too, please let go of my hand, I can't hold it anymore."

"You have a stomachache?" Father Fu looked at him with a half-smile. "If you have a stomachache, why don't you just use the toilet inside the house to relieve yourself?"

"It stinks so much! I'm worried it might stink up their mothers." Fu Qing pretended to squeeze her buttocks together and stomped her feet twice. "Please let go quickly! I can't hold it any longer."

"The toilet is crowded and there's no room. There's an empty room and an empty toilet at home. You should just go home and do it."

As Fu's father spoke, he stood up straight and pulled Fu Qing towards the yard.

Although Fu Qing is a young man in his twenties, his strength is far inferior to that of Fu's father, who has been chopping meat all year round.

No matter how he struggled, he couldn't break free.

Father Fu pulled him to the utility room to get a clean toilet, then took him to an empty room. He then released his hand and said coldly, "You poop here. If you can't poop, I'll make you pay."

Fu Qing was a man of few words. He took the toilet and placed it on the ground, then began to unbuckle his belt. However, just as he was about to take off his pants, he suddenly thought of something and stopped, asking in surprise, "I'm almost taking off my pants, why aren't you leaving yet?"

"I'm afraid this door is broken too." Father Fu smiled coldly.

Fu Qing's mouth twitched, and he wisely changed the subject, "But I can't poop with you here."

"There are so many people in the toilet and you can poop, but I'm the only one here, why can't you poop?"

"It's not like they're staring at me in the toilet," Fu Qing argued. "If you don't believe me, just sit on it and I'll watch you. See if you can poop."

"That means your stomach is still healthy. Otherwise, let alone someone watching you, you would still pull it even if someone put a gun to your head."

Fu Qing hesitated, "Are you sure you weren't scared?"

"Why do you care how he came out? Just tell me whether he pooped or not, right?"

pay off:...

For some reason, he suddenly felt that these words sounded familiar.

But this wasn't the time to think about this. The most important thing was to get out of this situation. He said flatteringly, "Dad, why don't you go get me some paper? I was in a hurry when I came out and forgot to bring it."

After he finished speaking, he turned out several pockets to prove that he was not lying.

He had already seen that his old father would definitely not let him out of his sight. Even if he went to get some paper, he would drag him along like he did just now.

And that is his purpose.

Because that way there would still be a chance to escape, which is better than being trapped in the room with no hope at all.

But what he didn't expect was that Father Fu laughed and actually took out a stack of papers from his pocket and handed it to him, "Pull it."

Seeing the paper in his hand, Fu Qing fell silent for a moment.

At this moment, there was only one thought in his mind: Did you really get up so early to go to the toilet?

Perhaps sensing his thoughts, Fu's father teased, "To prevent you from suddenly running away, I got up at four and stood outside the door. I saved these tissues for wiping my nose. I didn't expect you to be so concerned about me as a father, worried that I would get cold, so you didn't let me wait long. Now I have the tissues, so you can't complain now, right?"

Fu Qing's face turned as if he was constipated.

What about you?

You got up so early to block me for such a trivial matter. Wouldn't it be better to sleep in a warm bed instead?

Seeing him remain silent, Fu's father laughed happily, "Little bastard, as soon as you stick your butt out I know what you are going to do. You are still a little naive if you want to play with me."

Fu Qing was not convinced after hearing this. "Then tell me if I can pull it out now?"

"Hey, you dare to talk back? You're really rebellious." The smile on Fu's father's face disappeared instantly, and he slapped him on the head. "I haven't beaten you for so many years. I think you are getting more and more courageous."

Fu Qing covered his head, knowing that today would not end peacefully, so he simply threw the can and shouted with his neck stiff, "You just want to vent your anger on your eldest grandson, so I beat him up, what do you do?"

Hearing this, Fu's father was stunned at first, then flew into a rage, "Okay, you really beat him up, what did I say last night, if you dare to touch him, I will break your legs, you little bastard, you think I don't dare?"

After saying this, he began to look around, as if looking for a handy weapon.

Fu Qing was not afraid at all. "If you dare to break my legs, I will break his legs. Let's see who is more cruel."

You know what, Dad Fu really stopped.

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