In the 80s, the aboriginal women were aggressive

Chapter 895: I've Got Myself Into a Trap
Lu Manyi felt that he had been greatly wronged, so he went home and hugged his biological father Lu Chuan: "Dad, how can I be so good? I am so lonely and defeated."

Lu Chuan was amused. He didn't punish this brat, but he still said, "No, you want to enter the entertainment industry, and you also learned to sing opera."

He is so old and still acts like a spoiled child. If he hadn't spoken up, he wouldn't be in this situation today.

Lu Manyi: "Stop talking, I have this talent but I dare not show it. I have to hide it. I am so outstanding that people are jealous of me and I have no friends. If I continue to be outstanding, people will treat me like rotten eggs and vegetable leaves."

This is not right, and it even sounds a bit arrogant. This kid hasn't learned his lesson.

Lu Chuan: "I don't know about your other talents, but you really have the talent of acting. You can even play the role of someone else's parent. Let go and speak properly."

Do you really think that this matter will just get away from him?
Lu Manyi knew that he couldn't escape this test: "Ahem, seriously speaking, I am indeed more mature than them, and I am not unqualified to be a parent."

Lu Chuan gave his son a light kick and said, "Behave yourself. Don't think you can get away with it so easily."

If you can't get away with it, then just accept the punishment. I've been prepared for it.

Lu Manyi then let go, not daring to continue entertaining Lu Chuan and changing the topic of parents: "Dad, I'm serious, I really don't have any friends. How can they be like this? Jealousy is so ugly. It's so ugly." Human nature made the child sad.

Compared to Ding Congcong, Lu Chuan felt that his son's mistakes were more tolerable, and reluctantly said a consolation: "If you don't let people be jealous, you are a mediocre person."

In order to comfort his son, Lu Chuan also showed off his pride: "I have been envied by others since I was a child." So you are not alone in your pursuit of victory.

Lu Manyi's train of thought was not about this: "So, Dad, you don't have any friends, no childhood friends?"

Look at this son, can he speak? He is so lovable, it was a waste of Lu Chuan's efforts to comfort his son: "Boy, if you are ignorant, don't talk nonsense. I am much better than you. When I was there, people were still very simple."

Lu Manyi chuckled: "Dad, what you said is meaningful." His father still stood on his side: "I am so outstanding, they should get in touch with me more and learn from my strengths. They don't even have this broad mind. Right."

Lu Chuan gritted his teeth. Brat, it’s ok that you’re taller than him, but why are you so cunning? “Go play somewhere else.” He didn’t want to comfort him anymore.

Lu Manyi came over again: "I have no friends anymore, who can I play with?"

Fang Yuan came over and said, "You have no friends and nowhere to go. Okay, I'll help you find friends. Go to your Grandpa Liu's place. He needs you and is willing to be your friend."

Then he said to Lu Chuan: "Uncle Peng said yesterday that he was a little overwhelmed with the team and wanted to find an assistant. Just be satisfied."

In Fang Yuan's eyes, what friends do you need? You can earn money from work, what a good friend. She has arranged everything for her son.

The reason why Lu Manyi went to his father to complain was because he knew that his mother handled things simply and roughly. He refused: "No, can I be so casual with my friend?"

Fang Yuan pushed her son aside and sat next to Lu Chuan: "What do you think? Do you think Grandpa Liu is bad, or do you think..."

How can he just say that? He will still be there in the future. Lu Manyi said: "No, I think that they are family, which is much more important than friends."

Fang Yuan: "In that case, you have so many family members, don't bother about those unimportant people." Lu Manyi wanted to cry. You are too casual with your son. Can you be so arbitrary? You don't allow him to be sad?
Lu Chuan smiled and said, "Look, don't worry, son. You will have friends if you talk like that. Real friends won't be jealous of your excellence."

Finally, it was some normal comfort. Lu was satisfied: "Dad, did grandma kill a chicken today and drink chicken soup?"

Fang Yuan looked down on Lu Chuan's ambiguous words and said with disdain: "I left a pot for you, go and eat it."

Lu Manyi held his stomach and said, "I've drunk too much." This is some inspirational quote from his father.

Lu Chuan glanced at his son and said, "Go play somewhere else, why are you making so much trouble?" Lu Chuan only had his wife in his eyes, not his son.

Lu Manyi felt that the couple was irresponsible: "My mental health is not good, don't you care about it? This is a serious problem."

Fang Yuan glanced at her son and walked around the study room. "Your grandma cured it with a few feather dusters. We brothers are mentally healthy. Don't worry, your grandma passed on her secret trick to me. I'll keep it for you."

Lu Manyi twitched his lips and left. His attempt to play the victim failed. Are you still waiting for the fucking feather duster?

Lu Chuan laughed so hard that he couldn't even straighten his back, and he praised his wife: "Your trick really works. This kid has become much more honest."

Fang Yuan: "It's just a small matter. I said, my mom's trick is quite useful."

Lu Chuan kicked his son twice, but he knew how to use enough strength. He felt bad when others hit his son. So he started to coax his wife for his son. A father is also very hardworking for his son. I don't know if his son will appreciate it.

Lu Manyi only complained a little about not having any friends around him, and was mostly arrogant because he was the only one who was seeking to defeat the enemy alone.

But he underestimated how much his family took this matter seriously. Although his parents didn't care much about his mental health, his grandparents and sisters took it seriously.

In the evening, Pang Ya called all her classmates over and introduced them to Lu Manyi: "Brother, my friends are your friends. They are all excellent. From now on, we will be a group and play together every day."

Lu Manyi had never thought that a single sentence would push her to such a point that she would have to play with half-grown children: "Thank you."

Then Man Yue brought a bunch of kids home, and as I said, my friends are my friends. Lu Manyi said, "It's a downgrade. I still have to play with kids."

Lu Manyi thanked her sisters for their kindness. She had become the leader of the children and even had to help these children, who were said to be equally outstanding, with their homework. What a sin.

Lu Manyi wanted to say that he regretted it and really knew he was wrong. He shouldn't be so proud and complain. He actually didn't lack friends. He didn't need this kind of care.

Fang Yuan looked at Lu Manyi's miserable state and added insult to injury: "If you feel that you don't have enough friends, I can introduce you to my friends. You have to believe that your mother cares about you more than your sisters do."

Lu Manyi wanted to ask, "Do you have any friends?" But he was afraid that his mother would cheat him, so he didn't dare to say, "Please let me go. That's enough. That's really enough."

I dare not complain that my own mother is taking advantage of him and really doesn't care about him that much.

Lu Manyi was even more afraid of his mother, who also wanted to get a group of people to be his friends. He would have no place to cry when the time came. But his mother didn't do it, and his grandmother took him to meet a group of old men and women. He made up for it.