Chapter 181 Driving (Replacement) (Second Update)
Song Shengsheng came out of the police station with the dozen or so yuan in his hand, and he immediately lost his temper.
Just now, I had to force myself to be energetic in front of the police comrades.
Fu Cheng didn't want her to get upset because of this, so he said, "I'll send it to you after I get my salary this month."
To make her feel better, Fu Cheng continued, "There will be a subsidy of several dozen yuan, so it will be a little more than usual."
Song Shengsheng didn't feel much better after hearing this. She raised her little face, her eyes were clean and moist as if they had just been washed, and were permeated with a faint mist. She said, "Your salary is also earned through hard work."
She couldn't help but complain: "Why? Why should this nasty thief get away with it?"
It takes her a long time to spend more than a hundred yuan!
She spent more than a hundred yuan in just a few days.
If she had known this, she wouldn't have saved money.
Song Shengsheng was in vain no matter how much she felt upset. The money she lost would not come back on its own. She took a deep breath and tried to recall the day she lost the money: "I was the last one to go out that day, but I really locked the door and the windows."
I'm so cautious because I'm afraid of being targeted by thieves.
Song Shengsheng was afraid that Fu Cheng would not believe her and thought she was too confused, so she nodded seriously and said, "Yes, I locked the door and windows."
Fu Cheng pondered for a while, "What happened next? Has anyone ever gone back?"
The thief explained clearly in front of the police that he had no ability to pry open doors or pick locks, and his previous successes were all in the dormitory where the male comrades lived.
Gay men are not as attentive as lesbians.
He often forgot to lock the door, so he would sneak in and rummage through the drawers and cabinets looking for money.
Song Shengsheng shook her head: "I don't know."
Fu Cheng said, "It's okay, I don't want to think about it anymore."
He held her hand, turned his head and looked down at her, and asked, "Do you have classes later?"
"No more."
"Then let's go back? I'll take you back to school on Sunday."
"Oh." Song Shengsheng didn't want to go back to the dormitory. It was embarrassing to catch the thief but not recover the money.
I don't know how people who hate me will laugh at me behind my back.
Fu Cheng had just returned from another place. The military vehicle was waiting for him at the gate. He was free in the afternoon and did not need to go back to the military area.
The two walked out side by side. Song Shengsheng walked slowly, so he also slowed down his pace and waited for her.
Later I just held on to his hand and wouldn't let go.
Song Shengsheng always cares about his reputation when he is outside, for fear of being seen by his classmates.
However, what should be seen has been seen.
Everyone knows that this most beautiful lesbian in the School of Design married a very handsome man.
The man was tall, with a straight back, long legs, broad shoulders and a narrow waist.
The hem of his shirt was tucked into the belt around his waist, which made him look very handsome and elegant.
The driver was waiting at the door early, got out of the car, walked around to the other side, and opened the door.
Song Shengsheng got in the car first, and Fu Cheng sat next to her.
Song Shengsheng just remembered to ask: "Should we go back to the Fu family first?"
Fu Cheng placed her hand on his knee, holding her palm, and said in a low voice, "Father is at home tonight, and he has invited your uncle to come over as a guest."
After saying this, the man's gaze suddenly stopped.
After the talk ended, Shen Zhishu walked out of the door with the professor. He was so easy to recognize in the crowd.
A crane standing out among a flock of chickens is hard to ignore.
Fu Cheng's jaw was tensed into a cold arc. He withdrew his gaze indifferently and ordered the driver in front: "Drive."
Song Shengsheng felt a little colder when she heard his voice.
She didn't take it seriously, but asked him, "Where's Xiaochi? Did anyone pick him up?"
Fu Cheng frowned and said, "Brother went to pick him up."
Song Shengsheng didn't miss Fu Cheng that much, but she did miss her child a little.
She was still a little uncomfortable without a child clinging to her and asking her to tell stories every night.
Maybe it had something to do with the dream she had. She felt a little indebted to her child.
At least in this book.
Her children still wanted to save her when she was imprisoned.
Even though I failed again and again.
But it's still touching.
Song Shengsheng looked at Fu Cheng with some disapproval: "You are the child's father, why can't you go pick him up first?"
Song Shengsheng had some complaints about the way his elder uncle, whom he both respected and feared, was educating his children.
She felt that her uncle was too strict with Xiaochi.
Neither she nor Fu Cheng were that strict with Xiao Chi.
Song Shengsheng couldn't hold it in for a long time. In order to avoid being suspected of sowing discord between the brothers, she didn't say it directly.
"I feel like Xiaochi is a little afraid of your brother."
Fu Cheng raised his eyebrows, "Really?"
Fu Cheng didn't notice it, nor did he think so.
But in front of Song Shengsheng, he has now learned to pretend in front of her.
"Brother is a little bit unkind."
Song Shengsheng breathed a sigh of relief when he heard him agree with her, and felt more confident when he spoke ill of his uncle.
"He is too strict with Xiaochi. It's not that being strict is bad, but how old is Xiaochi now? When he goes to elementary school, the teacher will teach him well."
"Yeah, that's right."
"If your brother likes teaching, he can educate his children well in the future."
Fu Cheng couldn't help laughing after hearing this.
Song Shengsheng just complained a few words and didn't say much about family education.
Even if I have an opinion, I am embarrassed to raise it.
Who made her not as educated as them?
She couldn't even say anything back when she was told "a strict teacher produces excellent students", but she really felt that five or six years old was the age for children to play and be lively.
"I'm not saying this to disrespect Big Brother. I know Big Brother means well."
"Yes. I'll talk to him when I get back and ask him to..." Fu Cheng found a suitable wording: "Be gentle."
Song Shengsheng looked at him, raised her face and kissed him, "You are so good now."
I am willing to listen to her on many things.
Song Shengsheng then begged him softly, "Then don't say I told you to say it."
Fu Cheng laughed and looked into her dark and lively eyes. "I know. I just can't get used to it."
Song Shengsheng felt that he was making fun of her, so she moved her butt silently and didn't want to stick to him anymore.
Fu Cheng Yuguang was sharp, raised his hand and pulled the man back fiercely, and did not allow him to argue: "Sit next to me."
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