Zhuang Moxing sat at the table with a frown on his face. An unusual flash of anger appeared on his calm and indifferent face. He asked in a harsh tone, "Lingbao is your biological child and should have grown up with you. I have already shown some signs of suppressing Lingbao's special body system. You don't have to worry."
Zhang Qiang's face was filled with anxiety. He didn't dare to fight. If he couldn't control himself one day, wouldn't his family's happy days be over?
Besides, raising another child would be incredibly expensive. No amount of money could justify such expenditures. Furthermore, spending it on a child like this was impossible!
Ling Bao, a smart little boy, was very careful when he heard his senior brother say the word "parents and children". He opened his mouth slightly in shock and said, "They are Ling Bao's parents?"
It would have been fine if he didn't say a word. As soon as the word "Mom and Dad" came out, Zhang Fubao, who had already been dissatisfied with him, became completely furious. He slammed his chubby little hands on the dining table and said, "Bullshit! It's Fubao's mom and dad, you die!"
As he said this, he was about to pounce on her and attack her, which scared Yu Feng so much that her heart stopped beating.
"Fubao! Don't touch that unlucky guy!"
The woman quickly took Zhang Fubao's entire fat body into her arms, patted his chest lightly in fear, and comforted Fubao in a low voice, not paying any attention to Lingbao.
Lingbao didn't know what his parents' love was. When he saw how Fubao was treated, he seemed to understand a little bit. But Yu Feng's panic cry of "unlucky guy" hurt his little heart.
His heart, which was no bigger than a cat's fist, suddenly felt a sharp pain and soreness. He was confused and couldn't describe the feeling. He could only move closer to his senior brother, look up at his senior brother's cold and hard jaw, and then look back with a stern face.
Ling Bao is not the type of person who will give up easily. He has the same tenacity as Zhuang Moxing and refuses to admit defeat!
He curled his lips and looked back at Fubao with disdain, who was staring at him intently: "I don't want your parents, they are fat and ugly. My senior brother and sister are a hundred times more handsome than your parents!"
Liu Yu was looking forward to the show and took out the last few melon seeds left on the train and started to crack them with relish.
Hearing Lingbao's words, he burst out laughing.
Receiving Yu Feng's displeased gaze, she was not afraid at all, she raised her eyebrows and glared back. It was already frustrating enough to be humble in the apocalypse, but now Yu Feng was a guy who she could knock down with one punch, was he worthy of her respect?
Yu Feng looked at Liu Yu's arrogant look, and her chest, which had been stepped on by her, seemed to ache again. She turned her eyes away vaguely, lowered her head to scoop up the sweet soup, and fed it into Fubao's plump little mouthful by mouthful.
Liu Yu looked at the sweet soup filled with longan and red dates, and her stomach, which had just been full, seemed to be hungry again...
The two grown men over there were still negotiating.
"Brother, you don't know how hard it is to make it in society! Look, Fubao is old enough to go to kindergarten, and soon he'll have to go to elementary school. We don't have a house in S City. What good school can he go to?"
Zhang Qiang observed Zhuang Moxing's expression for a second, then slapped his thigh again. "My family has been scrimping and saving, hoping to settle down here. Not long ago, we heard that an old lady in the apartment across the street passed away, and the house happened to be vacant. The price of a house after someone's death is definitely not high, but our money is really a waste. We're planning to invest it in that house. How can we afford to raise another child?"
"Don't you think so?" Zhang Qiang kicked Yu Feng hard under the table. Yu Feng gave him a furtive look before agreeing, "Yeah, we really can't raise this kid."
The apartment where the old lady died?
After swallowing the last melon seed in her mouth, Liu Yuyou interrupted: "Are you talking about Apartment 217 across the street?"
Zhang Qiang and Yu Feng looked at each other.
"You know?"
Liu Yu brushed off the melon seed dust on her hands and gently stroked Lingbao's little head. She didn't know what evil idea was in her mind. She glanced at the two of them with hidden meaning. Zhang Qiang was startled when he met her eyes. The eyes of this young girl were so uncomfortable.
"The old lady who died was my grandmother."
Yu Feng cursed inwardly when she heard this. She and Zhang Qiang had been eyeing this house for a long time. Half a month ago, when she saw a group of civil servants coming to pack up the things, she found out everything.
If the old lady hadn't died in this room, she wouldn't have been unlucky.
This house is right on the edge of the No. 13 Primary School district, just within the enrollment area. It's an absolutely great location! Hot deal!
If she could find out that no one had died in the house, how could others not find out? It all depended on how long this news could be kept secret.
It’s over now, how did this damn girl become the owner of that house!
Unlike Yu Feng's panic, Zhang Qiang is thick-skinned.
Zhang Qiang choked up in front of Zhuang Moxing and Liu Yu, "What a coincidence! Your grandmother is such a nice person. I even greeted her. She likes what my wife cooks..."
As soon as the sweet soup on the table caught my eye, I immediately ordered it, "Sweet soup!"
Yu Feng's eyes wandered as she laughed: "Old kid, ha, it's so sweet."
Liu Yu's long eyelashes fluttered, and she rested her chin on the edge of the table with one hand, saying meaningfully, "Well, I like to drink too—"
Yu Feng was now very discerning and changed her previous stingy attitude. She immediately stood up and said, "If you like to drink, I'll make you a bowl to try!"
Three jade fingers stretched out in an instant, "Three bowls." After saying that, Liu Yu turned around and looked at Zhuang Moxing nonchalantly, "You can have a bowl too."
She looked serious, as if Zhuang Moxing would lose hundreds of billions if he couldn't finish a bowl.
Zhuang Moxing, who still had a hint of anger on his face, could no longer hold it in. A smile appeared in his frosty eyes, and then he nodded lightly.
Zhang Qiang quickly put on a smile and called out to Yu Feng who came into the kitchen: "Fill three bowls!"
Seeing that Liu Yu was being soft-hearted, Zhang Qiang immediately took advantage of the situation and asked, "What's your name?"
"Liu Yu."
"Miss Liu, your grandmother often chatted with us at the alley entrance. She was a kind old lady. Please accept my condolences."
Liu Yu took the sweet soup handed to him by Yu Feng, lowered his head and smelled it, roughly judging that there was nothing strange in it, so he scooped a spoonful full of the ingredients into his mouth, swallowed it, and then replied to Zhang Qiang.
"You don't have to pretend to know each other. My grandmother works in research and stays at the institute all year round. She has a very aloof personality. In the past ten years, I have only spoken less than ten words to her, let alone the alleyway chat you mentioned."
Zhang Qiang and Yu Feng's faces froze when these words were spoken. Yu Feng was about to serve Zhuang Moxing the sweet soup, but she didn't know whether to put it down or give it to him.
Fortunately, Zhuang Moxing took it over and she was able to let go and sit down.
Zhang Qiang's hands were clenched white under the table, and the rage in his heart was about to explode. In all his years in society, he had never been treated so blatantly by anyone.
Just as the atmosphere in the room was tense, Liu Yu looked up at the two of them and chuckled, "I also want to sell this house. How much do you want to offer?"
Zhang Qiang and Yu Feng exchanged a look of ecstasy, and tentatively asked, "Five hundred thousand, how about that?"
Liu Yu chuckled, lowered his head and drank the sweet soup, as if pretending I didn't say anything.
Yu Feng frowned tightly, gritted his teeth and raised the price: "800,000! No more!"
Liu Yu sat as steady as a rock. She picked up the bowl and drank the last drop of sweet soup, then put the bowl down and put away her smile.
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