The Ninety Continuation of Their Story

Chapter 66 My Dad Hasn't Hit Me For Two Years

Chapter 66 My Dad Hasn't Hit Me For 20 Years (Part [-])
In a dark bedroom.

Ren Jianguo rested his head on his arms, stared at the wall, and let his son hold him on his side, not daring to move.

At the very beginning when he was startled, I wanted to slap him, but when I heard my son’s small snoring, snoring, sleeping soundly, alas, the child was working so hard, so I gritted my teeth and endured it. Forbearance, not willing.

Why, you said that this troublemaker, it seems that he will be three points shorter when he sees Lao Jiang in the future.

Also, you can't be a grandfather in advance.

Be a grandpa?Ren Jianguo's heart was blown by this sudden wonderful idea.

It's a pink, tender and soft ball, hugging his legs and calling him grandpa?
If he followed his truest inner thoughts at this moment, hehe, hehehe, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, that's fine.

Just thinking wildly like this, Ren Jianguo re-entered dreamland with joy and sorrow.

It just felt that just after staring at it for a while, jingle bell, jingle bell, Ren Jianguo was startled by the alarm.

Then he turned his head and saw his son's usual morning routine.

Looking at his son like that, he knew he hadn't woken up yet.

When I got up, I felt quite angry, I picked up the alarm clock and pressed it, and after I pressed the button, I shook my hands and threw it on the ground without raising my eyes.

Then finally let go of him and stopped hugging him.

That stinky boy sat up in a daze, while grabbing his hair with both hands, scratching his head in a mess, while bending over to... It's over, oops!

Ren Jianguo quickly stretched out his five fingers and pushed away Ren Zitao's big face that was about to approach him.

Ren Zitao pouted, and was pushed to open his eyes immediately, but his eyes were still hazy, and he and Ren Jianguo looked at each other for a few seconds.

"Fuck it, fuck it, you have to do it again." Ren Jianguo stared.

Ren Zi immediately sat down quickly.

Ren Zitao was annoyed and suddenly felt ashamed.

He quickly rubbed his face with both hands. He drank so much wine last night, he forgot that Jiang Nan left, and his father came instead.

Ren Jianguo also jumped out of bed in the blink of an eye.

Wearing a vest and shorts, he pointed at Ren Zi and yelled, "You scumbag, look at how tired I have been all night, let me tell you, pay attention to me!"

As for what to ask his son to pay attention to, should he be careful not to touch him when he sleeps at night, or not to accidentally let him become a master in advance? In fact, Lao Ren didn't think about it himself. He pulled his shirt over his shoulder and opened the bedroom. The door is out.

But within two seconds, Ren Jianguo turned around and came back.

He stood at the door of the bedroom, pointing at Ren Zitao with one hand on his hips and the other: "I remind you, in recent years, don't sleep with your Uncle Jiang, please remember this for me." The bathroom is gone.

Ren Zitao originally wanted to sit on the bed and have a good massage, but this morning, his father yelled and yelled, but the doorbell rang outside, and he immediately ran out two steps at a time, full of anticipation that Jiang Nan would come back .

Opening the door full of joy, Miao Cuihua poked her head out with a smile on her face, "Baby, did I wake you up?"

"Grandma?" Ren Zitao hurriedly supported Miao Cuihua's arm with both hands, and let the old lady enter the room.

Miao Cuihua waved his hand and refused: "No, no, I'm here to borrow soy sauce and old soy sauce. Do you have any? I don't have any condiments in my house. Your grandpa went downstairs early in the morning, and not only did he not find it. The small shop almost got lost, alas, I can't worry about him this day."

No matter how Mrs. Miao refused, Ren Zitao squatted at the old lady's feet with a new pair of slippers to change her shoes and said, "You wait in the house, I will pack up and go with you. Grandma, I can also cook, and you and I Do it together, you sit on the sofa and wait."

The old lady Miao looked up at the house curiously while smiling:
"Don't worry, just give me some soy sauce and vinegar, and you don't have to go over to help. I have been cooking here for decades, steaming buns and playing.

When it's ready, I'll ask your grandpa to come over and ask you and your dad to eat there. I didn't prepare anything else, just steamed stuffed buns with pickled vegetables and porridge. I don't know if you like it or not. "

"I love to eat, grandma. I especially love to eat big buns. Our Northeast buns have thin skins and big fillings. Our cafeteria is full of small steamed buns. I'm tired of eating them. Just those quick-frozen buns that my mother made for me. Guess what? What's the matter?"

"What's the matter?"

"I steamed it and brought it to our dormitory classmates. It is always popular. We often go to Northeast restaurants when we go out for dinner."

The old lady Miao looked surprised: "Well, I was thinking that most people don't like our mouthful. Isn't there a saying that our Northeast rice is black, muddy, sticky, and salty."

Ren Zitao was wearing pajamas and laughed loudly: "Grandma, I don't think you should leave. Really, with you here, I will be in a good mood all day."

Miao Cuihua was happy to be praised, and the nervousness of entering someone else's house was gone.

Looking closely at Ren Zitao who was laughing again, he felt even happier.

The young man is a man of life, and he can tell by looking at the pots and pans and the old seasonings, unlike her granddaughter, who slipped away from the kitchen at home.What's more, it's more eye-catching. In today's terms, the young man looks more handsome, and he looks like a big sun when he smiles sunny.

"Come on, then I can stay for a few more days this time. Alright, I'm leaving, give me the bag of soy sauce and vinegar, I'll go to the house for dinner later, and call your dad."

Ren Zitao put his arms around Granny Miao's shoulders and walked to the door: "I'll go after washing my face."

"Don't worry, what do young people do when they wake up so early, you lie down for a while."

"It's okay, grandma. You, just go in and open the door for me later, and I'll be right here."

"Don't come here now, my man hasn't gotten up yet, we have to cook lightly, and we can't make a sound."

Well, the co-author is afraid that he will have to talk or something, which will affect Jiang Nan's sleepiness.

Ren Zitao sent Miao Cuihua away, wondering why his father had been silent for a long time, and knocked on the bathroom door: "You are still squatting."

There was only a sound of the toilet slamming, "No, you can come in."

Ren Zitao opened the bathroom door, and when he came in, he found that his father was reaching for lotion.

That's right, it's the lotion for washing his kind of place.

What does this old man mean?He had already been put back on the table near the shower, why did he look for it specially.

"Dad, why are you using it again?"

"Ah?" Ren Jianguo brought over the lotion, looked at a bunch of foreign characters, and didn't recognize a single letter: "Why, this is very expensive? I thought it was good to use it last night, it was cool, and there was a lot of foam , use it in the morning just to refresh your mind.”

Ren Zitao opened his mouth half-opened for a few seconds, and said, "But it's not for washing your face."

Not for washing your face?Using it wrongly, Ren Jianguo was stunned: "What, it's shampoo?"

Ren Zitao shook his head.

"Washing hands?"

"..."

"The kind your mother uses to bathe?"

"..."

Ren Jianguo glared at his son: "Washer, I'm right this time."

Ren Zitao licked his lower lip, clenched his fists to hold back his laughter, and met his father's eyes after laughing.

Responded, I completely understood.

Ren Jianguo stared at his son for a while before he wanted to speak, and silently put the lotion back in place.

 Ask for a monthly pass.I'm really tired, I'm tired of my sense of humor, the intensity was too high yesterday, I couldn't write anything for a day, and I only got excited at night, and the second watch will be at 05:30 tomorrow morning.

  
 
(End of this chapter)

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