287 Papa~~You stink~~

Fu Zhengtu used to be a workaholic. Other colleagues who went on business trips with him were always eager to go home.

In their spare time, they always talked about their wives and children. As soon as the work was done, they wished they could grow a pair of wings and go home.

Fu Zhengtu couldn't understand this feeling before.

But now, when he holds the little guy's sweet and soft body in his arms, the joy of all the fatigue in his body is swept away.

It is different from the joy of achievement at work.

It is completely different.

Fu Zhengtu rubbed the little guy's head and pressed him against his cheek and rubbed it again and again: "Dad misses you too, where's Mom?"

After being happy, Chenchen let go of his father's hand, pinched his nose and said: "Dad~~ You stink~~"

Fu Zhengtu: "..."

Fu Yuanhang took Fu Zhengtu's luggage with a smile on his face: "Brother, sister-in-law has gone to the new factory. It is estimated that she will be back after work in the evening. You should take a shower first."

Fu Zhengtu reached out and grabbed his brother's head: "You seem to have grown taller."

Fu Yuanhang was speechless: "Brother, you are on a business trip for seven days, not seventy days."

If he could grow visibly in height in seven days, he would have to aim for two meters.

Fu Zhengtu put down the little kid who despised him: "Daddy is going to take a shower first."

Chenchen blinked his big eyes, pinched his little nose, and followed Fu Zhengtu like a little tail.

"Hello, Brother Fu!" As soon as Fu Zhengtu entered the yard, the atmosphere changed. Mumu was so well-behaved that he stood straight and almost couldn't help but salute Fu Zhengtu.

There was no way, Mr. Fu's aura was too strong.

Fu Zhengtu nodded to Mumu with a happy face: "Hello."

Pangpang raised his head, his eyes sparkled, and looked at the tall and straight Fu Zhengtu with envy, waving his little fleshy hand like a lucky cat: "Hello, Daddy Chenchen..."

Fu Zhengtu: "...Hello." He didn't even remember who this little meatball was.

"Brother Reader" Fu Yuanhang discovered Fu Zhengtu's doubts from his almost invisible micro-expressions.

"Brother, his name is Pangpang, and he is a classmate in the red class of Chenchen Education. He was beaten by his adoptive parents a few days ago. He doesn't have a new father and mother yet. Now he lives in our house during the day and in Mumu's house at night."

Fu Zhengtu nodded, frowned at the sight of Pangpang's legs, and thought that he was beaten too hard, right? He couldn't help but look at Pangpang a few more times, and always felt that he was familiar.

This kind of familiarity is not the familiarity of having seen him in Chenchen's class, but that he should have seen someone who looks a bit like him.

He rarely pays attention to strangers, and people who can appear in his memory must be people who have had intersections with him.

But no matter how hard he tried to mobilize his "super brain", he still couldn't remember it all of a sudden.

"It's fun." Fu Zhengtu said to Pangpang.

Pangpang nodded vigorously: "Yeah, Chenchen Daddy, you are so handsome, as handsome as Chenchen!"

Fu Zhengtu: "..." This is also a little chatterbox.

Chenchen pulled at the corner of his father's clothes and stared at his father's luggage bag.

Fu Zhengtu curled the corners of his lips, bent down and picked up the child: "Don't you mind that Daddy stinks?"

The child shook his head: "No, Daddy~~ Gifts~~ Have you bought them~~"

Fu Zhengtu carried the child upstairs: "Look for it yourself later."

Chenchen smiled: "It's so delicious~~"

...

"Tsk...tsk." Mumu winked at Fu Yuanhang and whispered, "Your brother is so serious, aren't you and Chenchen afraid of him?"

Fu Yuanhang said unhappily, "He is my brother and Chenchen's father, why should we be afraid?"

Mumu breathed a sigh of relief and patted his chest, "I can't explain it, Brother Fu makes people very... very... oh, how do you say that word? It's just that you feel like you can't breathe when you look at him."

Fu Yuanhang: "Come on, my brother is not that scary , he just doesn't like to talk much. "

Mumu disagreed: "He talks a lot to Chenchen." "

Fu Yuanhang couldn't agree more: "He only talks more to my sister-in-law and Chenchen. You see, Pangpang is not afraid of him."

Pangpang asked in confusion: "Chenchen's father is so good to Chenchen. I wish he was my father. Why should I be afraid of him?"

Mumu stepped forward and covered Pangpang's mouth: "Keep your voice down..."

Pangpang: "Wuwuwu..."

...

In the room on the second floor.

Chenchen found a gray-brown "big box" with many buttons from his father's pile of clothes.

Although it is a bit big, it is a bit different from the "small gift" that his father said before he went out.

But this is already the only thing in his father's luggage that "looks" more like a gift.

"Dad~~Is that it~~"

Fu Zhengtu found some clothes to change from the closet and nodded: "Yes, it's called a semiconductor radio."

When Fu Zhengtu and Su Taotao got married, they didn't have a ticket for the radio in the "Three Turns and One Sound" and didn't have time to buy one, so he gave her the cash and never bought one.

Fu Zhengtu actually didn't think of bringing any gifts for Chenchen on this business trip. Occasionally, when he passed by the streets and heard the radio, he suddenly remembered that it would be nice to have a radio at home to accompany them.

He used his spare time to collect various materials. There were all kinds of tools and auxiliary materials in the laboratory at the business trip, so he assembled this semiconductor radio.

The radios on the market are all very large. After his improvement, this one is smaller than the ones sold on the market, but the size is still not small, probably only slightly smaller than four bricks put together.

Chenchen couldn't even hold it. He looked at the radio for a long time, but his smart brain encountered a blind spot in knowledge and didn't understand its principle:

"Dad~~ What is it used for~~"

Fu Zhengtu plugged it in and turned the button to tune the channel.

Chenchen felt that the radio in his father's hand seemed to have magic. After a while, a rhythmic sound came out of the "box".

Chenchen's eyes widened and his mouth became an O shape...

...

10.26: I wanted to buy a TV for Chenchen, but it seems that at that time, it was difficult to receive many channels in remote places, and even if it was received, it would be just a bit of a snowy signal. Let's buy a radio first.

At that time, when getting married, those with better conditions would have a three-turn and one-hook radio, but when I was in Qinglian Village, I seemed to have forgotten the radio. I didn't buy it at that time, so I bought it now. Mum, good night.