Merry Boy

Understanding what he meant, Zhao Dahu frowned slightly, and said nonchalantly, "Cough, this trivial matter, can't I just tell a lie and solve it, so you don't have to worry about me."

At this point, Zhao Dahu looked at Zhang Xiaowu's bruised cheeks, shook his head, and sighed, "Little Wu brother, you should think about how to explain the injury on your face to grandpa after you go back." .”

After saying that, Zhao Dahu turned around and left. Looking at the receding figure, Zhang Xiaowu raised his hand and touched his face that was still a little red and swollen, sniffed, and said with a dry smile, "When riding a bicycle, if you accidentally Knock it, haha, use this method.”

After thinking about the countermeasures, Zhang Xiaowu accelerated his cycling speed. In less than 2 minutes, he arrived at his home, put the BMW away, hummed a little song, and ran into the hall in a hurry.

At this time, Zhang Baochang was sitting on the sofa in the hall with an old man discussing the spraying of the orchard, when he saw Zhang Xiaowu coming in, his white brows frowned slightly, and he asked in a deep voice, "Xiao Wu, why did you come back so early today? Hiss, your face..."

"Ah, Grandpa." Seeing the puzzled expression on Grandpa's face, Zhang Xiaowu immediately stepped forward and sat next to him. After his eyes fluctuated rapidly, he said hastily, "When I went to school this time, I was accidentally riding a bike on the way, and fell over, so I hit my face, hehe..."

Seeing that Grandpa was about to ask another question, Zhang Xiaowu said again first, "Ah, Dahu's stomach feels a little uncomfortable today, so the teacher asked me to bring him back early, that's how it is, um."

With his palms in the air, Zhang Baochang frowned and opened his mouth halfway. After his grandson explained for a while, he shook his head helplessly and sighed softly, "You kid, you have your own idea, don't you?"

"No, Grandpa, I..." Just when Zhang Xiaowu was about to explain, he was interrupted by Zhang Baochang, frowned slightly, waved his hands, and sighed, "Okay, it's fine , Grandpa is talking about something, you go back to the house and rest."

"Oh." Pouting his lips and nodding lightly, Zhang Xiaowu slowly got up, but at this moment, he discovered that the old guy opposite his grandfather was actually Niu Dalin?I fuck your mother.

Eyes widened, the corners of Zhang Xiaowu's mouth twitched, his complexion was extremely ugly, he stared at Niu Dalin's ugly face, swallowed a mouthful of saliva, and thought to himself: Damn, he's not dead yet?

Seeing Zhang Xiaowu's complex expression, Niu Dalin couldn't help but frowned slightly, then looked at Zhang Baochang opposite, pointed at his eldest grandson, and said suspiciously, "Your Xiaowu is..."

Looking up at Zhang Xiaowu with a complex expression, Zhang Baochang quickly turned to Niu Dalin who was puzzled, and explained with a smile, "Ah, he may not be awake yet, he's fine."

After saying that, Zhang Baochang immediately stood up, staring at Zhang Xiaowu, frowning, and said seriously, "Xiaowu, what do you think of you, Mr. Niu, why don't you go back to the room!"

Seeing that Zhang Baochang's face was a little heavy, Niu Dalin quickly stood up, glanced at Zhang Xiaowu, and said to him with a smile, "Okay, Brother Zhang, we've finished talking about the matter, I'll start preparing tomorrow, and if it's okay, I'll go I'm leaving."

At the end of the sentence, after Zhang Baochang nodded awkwardly, Niu Dalin turned around and left, and when he passed by Zhang Xiaowu, he nodded to him with a smile on his face.

Turning his head, looking at the receding figure, Zhang Xiaowu shook his head and sneered, thinking in his heart: You are still laughing at me, I want to take your skin off now, shit.

"Little Wu!" Just as Zhang Xiaowu was still in a daze, Zhang Baochang frowned and shouted at him solemnly.

"Here!" Hearing Grandpa's call, Zhang Xiaowu didn't hesitate at all, turned around and immediately explained with embarrassment, "Grandpa, I don't mean anything else by looking at him like that."

"I..." I wanted to reprimand my eldest grandson, but after seeing his stupid appearance, Zhang Baochang shook his head helplessly and sighed, "Okay, remember, don't do that in the future It’s very misleading to look at people.”

"I'll cook, you go back to the house and watch TV." Glancing at Zhang Xiaowu, Zhang Baochang then turned and walked to the right corner of the hall, and began to work slowly.

For them, the old and the young, basically they rarely cook, and there are no big pots like other people's homes, only some electric pots.

Zhang Baochang himself has no time, and Zhang Xiaowu is lazy and can’t cook, so he goes to the restaurant in the village to cook for three or two days, and then puts it in the refrigerator when he comes back. When you're done eating, go to the restaurant.

Because of this, Zhang Baochang's cooking is also very simple, just use the induction cooker to heat up and it's ok. It takes less than 10 minutes for the two of them to finish eating.

Zhang Xiaowu, who was sitting on the bed, held the remote control in his hand, stared at the TV in a daze, changed several channels, and found that there was no program that appealed to him, so he had no choice but to turn off the TV.

Taking off all his clothes, lying in his quilt, Zhang Xiaowu looked upwards, clasped the back of his head with his hands, frowned slightly, and meditated silently: Bingbing is a good girl, if you can marry her as a wife, how much would it be? Okay, but the heart is like this...

Thinking of this, Zhang Xiaowu was quite dizzy. In desperation, he had no choice but to put aside all thoughts, turned over, closed his eyes slightly, and took a slow breath until he fell asleep.