After Transmigrating into a Cannon Fodder Character in the 1980s, I Trash Them All

Su Dajiang just woke up, his appetite was not very good, and he couldn't eat after a few bites.

Seeing him finished his breakfast, Su Hanyan wrung out the towel and came over to scrub Su Dajiang's hands and face: "Dad, is this more comfortable?"

"Comfortable, much more comfortable." Su Dajiang looked at his little daughter lovingly, "I'm so blessed to be exposed to our smoke. It really doesn't hurt, I know you are filial."

Su Hanyan immediately burst into a sweet smile at him, with a cheerful and charming voice: "Dad, you still treat me like a child! I've grown up a long time ago! I will have to honor you in the future!"

"Good boy! Good boy!" Su Dajiang was satisfied.

"Humph." Wei Guiqin gazed at the side and let out a cold snort from his nose, "It's not painful? I don't think it is! This is a white-eyed wolf who has such a good attitude towards your dad? If you see me, you just It's like seeing an enemy there! Am I your mother?"

Su Hanyan curled his lips: "Then I have to ask you."

Wei Guiqin was choked by a word. She discovered that this little girl film is really, if you don't say it or not, you can be mad at you by just saying it! Can be regarded as a backer, more and more unscrupulous!

"You...have been harsh to her since you were a child. Whenever you can share the love for your sons with cigarettes." Su Dajiang saw it clearly. Although he has not been at home these years, he has never been at home. Something can also be felt in the letter.

It is not easy for a wife to work for this family for a lifetime, but it is patriarchal. This is a new era, and this old thinking cannot be changed.

"As soon as I come back, I will talk about me. Why didn't I give her love? If she didn't give her love, she could grow up like this? I said it like a stepmother!" Wei Guiqin mumbled dissatisfiedly.

Su Hanyan said silently: Isn't it the same as the stepmother? Maybe a little bit better than stepmother...

Not long after Wei Guiqin's words fell, the door of the ward opened, and the director of Changfeng Machinery Factory took the union and logistics leaders to visit the sick Su Dajiang.

Before going to the third line, Su Dajiang worked hard at the factory, and the factory leaders appreciated his quality. Moreover, the technical backbone in his factory also had the hard skills to make shots, so he was sent to catch up with the upper and lower third lines.

This time I came back to give him a position.

The ward became lively, and three or five people gathered around Su Dajiang to inquire about the illness, and the chat was quite lively.

Su Hanyan wanted to take this opportunity to leave, so he said to Wei Guiqin and quietly came out.

…

Su Hanyan returned to the dormitory and saw Zhu Lin clanging the legs of the table with the hammer and nails in her hand. The sound of the trembling corridor could be heard clearly.

"You didn't go to work?" She took off her hat and coat and walked over to help.

"I'm off work today." Zhu Lin pointed to the legs of the table and said, "This desk is old. Every time I study on it, I feel shaking. Today I will nail it."

"I'll help you press the wooden slats."

"it is good."

Zhu Lin picked up the hammer and smashed the nail down. Just after hitting it twice, someone came to her to borrow a book. As soon as she put the hammer down, she went to her bookshelf to find a book.

Su Hanyan picked up the hammer and tried to nail the legs of the table by himself.

These tasks seem easy, but they are not easy to do, especially for someone like her who was pampered in the past. As a result, she lifted the hammer and smashed it down.

A piercing pain came, and the hammer hit his hand firmly.

"Sha..." She cried out painfully, and hurriedly covered the **** hand with her other hand.

When Zhu Lin turned back, she saw the blood dripping on the ground: "You smashed your hand? Are you okay? You can get gauze to wrap it up. Let me come here."

"It's okay, the problem is not big." Su Hanyan was talking, and suddenly found that the blue light under his hand began to flicker, converging into a stream of light and transporting it to the wound.

The pain is decreasing. Although the wound is still there, the pain has disappeared.