Time space: the rough man's sick beauty, she turned wild

Chapter 1109 It’s Not Easy to Be a Good Person

As the saying goes, three years old makes you look older, and seven years old makes you look older.

With Shen Zhilan's personality, anyone who pities her will be unlucky for the rest of his life.

Shen Zhihuan originally wanted to advise Shen Zhimei, but swallowed the words back when they came to his lips.

They are all adults. If she understands the truth, Shen Zhimei and Qian Xingwang should understand it too.

Shen Jianguo sighed softly and said no more.

How could he not know what kind of personality his little girl has?

It's been more than two years, and he still hasn't even been able to call me "Dad".

Looking at the chubby little guy in his arms, Shen Jianguo's depressed mood immediately dissipated a lot.

After leaving the hospital, three generations of the family went to the department store again.

The little guy didn't hesitate at all and dragged Shen Jianguo to visit all the counters selling cakes and stationery.

Shen Jianguo rarely has the opportunity to take his grandson out, so naturally he would respond to every request. No matter what the little guy's little fingers looked like, Shen Jianguo would ask the salesperson to wrap them without saying a word.

This arrogant behavior is really enviable.

“The rich are truly rich, and the poor are truly poor.”

The two sales clerks at the counter next to them looked at each other in tacit understanding.

"It can only be said that people have different fates!"

Although the department store is frequented by high-spending people, there are very few people as lavish as Shen Jianguo.

Crayons, paintbrushes, brushes, pencils...

Picture books, exercise books, character books, calligraphy books...

No matter whether he can use it or not, as long as the little guy dares to ask for it, Shen Jianguo will dare to buy it.

Shen Zhihuan went to the counter selling cooked food, and Xiao Zhang and Shen Jianguo's hands were full of things.

Looking at the things in the two men's hands and then at the confused little guy, Shen Zhihuan was at a loss whether to laugh or cry.

Has the little guy arranged his extracurricular life for the next ten years?
And the cakes...

Are they planning to buy it back and open a snack shop?
In the hot summer...

Shen Zhihuan asked Xiao Zhang to turn the car around and go back to the hospital.

Xiao Zhang was also a man of few words. He put down the pastries, turned around and left without saying a word.

Looking at the delicious pastries in front of her, Shen Zhimei's eyes turned red again.

Qian Xingwang's eyes also felt slightly hot.

How can there be such huge differences between two people born from the same parents? !

When Qian Xingwang thought of Shen Zhilan's previous behavior, he couldn't help but sigh.

"Mother, let's have less contact with the Yang family in the future!"

They treated Shen Zhilan as a relative, but she didn't treat them as a relative!

Shen Zhimei nodded slightly.

Not to mention Qian Xingwang, she and Shen Zhilan could never go back to the way they were before.

My mother always said that as the older sister, she had to take care of her younger siblings, and she has always done so.

In the past when she was in the countryside, whenever there was something happening at Shen Zhilan's house, she would always be the first to come forward.

When they arrived in the capital, she did her best to help her. Knowing that she had lost her job and was living in poverty, she would steam some vegetable buns and send them to them from time to time.

Whenever the family had meat, she would always bring them a bowl.

But what did I get in return?

Shen Zhimei looked at her eldest daughter's red and swollen left face and could no longer control her tears.

"Mom, I'm fine. It doesn't hurt much anymore." Seeing her mother crying, Daya forced a smile.

Shen Zhimei cried even harder as she looked at her well-behaved and sensible daughter.

As a mother, she felt guilty.

Her daughter's eardrum was perforated after being beaten, but she could do nothing. If her younger sister hadn't come forward to help Daya get justice today, Shen Zhilan would probably have scolded her daughter arrogantly and scared her Yang Ming.

"Mom, don't cry, I really don't feel any pain anymore." Daya was anxious.

"Mother, don't cry. The doctor said that Daya's eardrum perforation is not serious and it will heal on its own after a while." Qian Xingwang also advised.

"Yes, Mom, don't worry." Daya also comforted her mother.

Little did she know that the more sensible Daya acted, the more guilty and sad Shen Zhimei felt.

Looking at his wife crying inconsolably, Qian Xingwang was at a loss.

He's good at doing heavy work, but he's not good at saying nice things to please people.

"It's over. The dumplings at home won't go bad if we keep them until tomorrow!" Qian Xingwang slapped his thigh, trying to divert Shen Zhimei's attention.

really……

Shen Zhimei's crying stopped.

In such hot weather, the dumplings will definitely go bad if left out tomorrow.

"Dad, why don't you go back and cook it? It would be a shame if all the meat and noodles went bad!" Daya frowned.

"Yes! Dad, why don't you go back and cook? Mom and I will stay here to look after my sister." Erya also echoed.

Shen Zhimei looked at the father and his two daughters who started discussing dumplings. She didn't know whether to cry or laugh.

Qian Xingwang frowned, obviously still hesitating.

"You go back and cook. Erya and I are here." Shen Zhimei raised her hand to wipe the tears from her face and suppressed her emotions.

"Okay, I'll be back soon." Seeing that Shen Zhimei stopped crying, Qian Xingwang secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

"Go slowly on your way. Don't be in a hurry. Zhihuan brought so many pastries. If Daya and Erya are hungry, they can eat the pastries first to fill their stomachs." Shen Zhimei said hurriedly, worried that Qian Xingwang would rush around on the road.

"Hey!" Qian Xingwang nodded, turned and walked out.

"Those grapes don't last long, so bring them along when you come over! Da Ya and Er Ya can eat them when they have nothing to do at night." Shen Zhimei chased after him.

"Okay! I understand." Qian Xingwang responded.

Under the dim street lights, Qian Xingwang sped all the way.

As soon as I arrived at the gate of the cotton mill’s staff quarters, I saw a large group of people gathered downstairs.

Qian Xingwang didn't pay much attention to it. He just thought that the weather was hot and everyone had nothing to do after dinner, so they went out for a walk to cool off.

But the moment those people saw him, they all fell silent.

In this situation, even a fool would know that something is wrong.

Guessing that the neighbors knew what happened in the afternoon, Qian Xingwang pretended to be ignorant, greeted a familiar worker and went upstairs.

A little old lady with triangular eyes came up to him.

"Xingwang, is your daughter okay?"

"It's okay!" Qian Xingwang smiled somewhat uncomfortably.

He is good at his work, but he is really not good at dealing with people.

"Why did your second sister-in-law beat your daughter?" The old lady's face was full of gossip.

The people around also pricked up their ears.

"I have something to do, so I'll leave first. You guys can chat slowly." Qian Xingwang wanted to leave in embarrassment.

Unexpectedly, the little old lady grabbed Qian Xingwang's car from the back seat.

"When your second sister-in-law came back this afternoon, half of her face was swollen. Who beat her?"

"How would I know that?" Qian Xingwang felt his face burning.

"Your daughter, Daya, is fine. Why didn't she come back with you?" The old lady glanced outside the gate of the family compound.

"The doctor said we need to observe for one night. Auntie, I have something else to do..." Qian Xingwang really wanted to pry open the old lady's chicken claw-like hands.

"Just observe for a whole night, isn't that serious?" The old lady showed no intention of letting go.

Qian Xingwang took a deep breath, lifted the back seat of the car, set up the tripod, locked the car, and went upstairs without looking back.