Hello, I'm He Yuzhu

Chapter 207 He Daqing blocked the door (for subscription)
A few days later, He Daqing came to the door.

He Daqing rang the electric bell in front of the gate, and the housekeeper opened the gate from the inside.

"This is He Fu, who do you keep looking for?"

He Daqing opened his dead fish eyes and said, "I'm looking for Sha Zhu!"

Stupid?The housekeeper murmured, why does it sound so familiar.

Isn't He Dong's nickname Sha Zhu?
But the butler has never heard that his master has a father, and he has been in the He family for several years.

"Wait a minute, I'll pass it on!"

"What are you waiting for?" He Daqing lifted his legs and was about to go in.

However, the butler was younger than him, and his movements were more agile. When He Daqing just stepped forward, the door had already closed again.

"He Dong, there is an old man outside!"

He Yuzhu raised his head and looked at the butler in puzzlement, waiting for the next sentence.

"This old man is your father."

my dad?

He Daqing, this stinky and shameless person, came to him?

He Yuzhu got up: "Go, I'll go out with you and have a look!"

When he came to the gate, He Yuzhu lay on the crack of the door and looked out. It was indeed He Daqing.

"Housekeeper, just say that I'm not here. From now on, as long as this person comes, he will not be allowed to enter the door!"

He Yuzhu didn't intend to meet He Daqing, they had nothing to talk about, and he wasn't He Daqing's stupid son.

The butler put on his polite smile again, and opened the door with a "creak".

"Old man, I'm sorry, our master is not at home, and our master doesn't have a father either!"

He Daqing understood that it was because He Yuzhu didn't want to see him.

"You don't see me, do you? I'm not leaving yet!"

He Daqing sat down on the stone steps in front of the door, and the old god said, "I'll just sit here and wait for him. Whenever he sees me, I'll leave!"

The white widow's son shouted from the side: "Why don't you let my dad in, your master is my elder brother, my dad's own son!"

"Old man, you can't block our gate, it's not convenient to get in and out!"

He Daqing ignored the housekeeper, but patted the seat beside him: "Come on, boy Bai, sit down!"

Seeing He Daqing who had eaten the weight and was determined to spend it, the housekeeper had no idea, so he could only close the door and cast He Yuzhu a begging look.

He Yuzhu held his chin and walked up and down.

"Housekeeper, go call the police and let the police deal with it!"

The butler obeyed his orders and went to call the police.

He Yuzhu didn't have a better way, he really didn't bother to pay attention to He Daqing and the son of the White Widow.

Soon the police came, and this time He Yuzhu needed to come forward in person. After all, he is considered a celebrity in the police system. He donated all the police kiosks in the city, and the policemen on duty can eat at the Yingbin Building for free every day. meals.

"Boss He, what's the situation in your house?"

The captain greeted He Yuzhu with an excellent attitude, and looked at He Daqing and the white widow's son with cold eyes.

"Comrade policeman, these two people are stuck in front of my house and won't leave. You see, they have blocked the door."

The team leader pointed at He Daqing: "Men, are you going to leave by yourself, or should I ask you to leave?"

He Daqing: "I won't leave, this is my son's house, and I will sit here!"

As soon as the words came out, all the policemen were dumbfounded.

He Yuzhu cleared his throat: "I don't have such a father, take the two of them away first, and I will go with you too!"

He Yuzhu didn't want He Daqing to play a rogue here, and let the neighbors watch the fun.

Now that He Yuzhu has spoken, it is normal to take him back to understand according to the normal procedure.

"Let go of me, why do you arrest me!"

The white widow's son panicked a lot. The police didn't even have handcuffs, so they just held him up for fear that he would be scared out of his wits.

"Be honest, we just ask you to go back and assist in the investigation!"

"What is the taste?"

The two police officers who were closest to the white widow's son washed their noses and wondered.

However, the white widow's son's trouser legs leaked a warm, pale yellow color, which may be a little bit angry.

He Daqing was a little calm: "I don't need your help, I will do it myself!"

He Daqing stood up and sat on the sidecar of the police motorcycle.His purpose is to meet He Yuzhu, no matter what method is used, as long as the scissors are cut and he can talk to him, he will be successful.

He Yuzhu: "I'll let the driver follow you!"

He Yuzhu is not going to get on a police motorcycle.

But the White Widow's son's feet were already wet, and he was disgusted, so he could only leave two policemen to walk with him, or he would smell a motorcycle.

When they arrived at the police station, He Yuzhu and He Daqing sat face to face.

Before the police who took the transcript asked, He Yuzhu told all the ins and outs.

His experience was sympathized by the police, and He Daqing also received cold eyes and cold treatment.

However, no matter how bastard He Daqing was, He Yuzhu, as a son of man, really couldn't just ignore it, not to mention that it would also damage He Yuzhu's reputation.

As for He Daqing, he just pretended to be a dead dog and looked pitiful.

He Yuzhu: "Anyway, it's impossible for me to provide for him in the old age. I also returned the house to him. I don't owe him anything!"

He Daqing: "Stupid Zhuzi, if you don't give me a pension, I'll sue you everywhere, and I'll go to your company and pull up a banner to let everyone know that you are an unfilial son..."

He Yuzhu: "He Daqing, you are really shameless!"

He Daqing: "Why do you want face? Can it be eaten or drunk?"

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He Yuzhu really had nothing to do with He Daqing, he couldn't beat him, he couldn't scold him.

I have to bear the sins of my predecessor, and I am so aggrieved.

Seeing that He Yuzhu was speechless, the son of the White Widow interjected: "There is also me, you have to arrange a job for me, buy me a house, and marry a wife!"

He Yuzhu reached out to hit someone, but was stopped by the police.

"What are you? What do I have to do with you? You'd better go back to Baocheng!"

"I'm our dad's stepson, and you're my big brother!"

I have seen shameless, I have never seen such shameless.

Even the police couldn't see it.

"From a legal point of view, the two of you are not directly related!"

"Mr. He, if he appears in front of you in the future and goes to your house to make trouble, you can call the police and send him to prison!"

This is for the white widow's son.

The white widow's son is over 40, and he threw He Daqing's feet again: "Dad, look at him, you said that I sent you to the capital, so you let him arrange work for me and marry a wife."

He Daqing promised him at the beginning, but it was also for someone to send him back, and no one knows how true or not.

But now He Daqing Capital Mud Bodhisattva can't protect himself when crossing the river, how can he have the ability to control him.

He Daqing didn't get a response, but the white widow's son, a man in his 40s, rolled over and over on the ground like a shrew, wailing.

It's really blinding.

He Yuzhu took out a wad of money, which looked like a few hundred dollars: "Take this money back!"

"If I see you again next time, I will call the police and send you to prison to find a good place for you for the rest of your life."

Looking at the money, the white widow's son thought about it. After deducting the round-trip fee, he still has some leftovers. After returning home, he can find a matchmaker for a few hundred yuan and marry a daughter-in-law.

The eldest girl can't be found, but she can also find a widow.

He Daqing said slowly: "Boy Bai, accept it as soon as you see it!"

The white widow's son grabbed the money fiercely and stuffed it into his pocket.

"Humph!"

"Let's go, I don't care to stay here!"

The white widow's son is not stupid. Although He Daqing has two rooms, the head of the household is not named He Daqing, and it is not his turn.

If He Daqing was the head of the house, he wouldn't leave no matter how much money he gave, at least he would pretend to be a dutiful son.

(End of this chapter)