The window of the neighborhood committee was wide open, and the old ceiling fan "Xiaoyouyou" turned hard, and the smell of cigarettes in the hot wind wafted out of the window.
There is an outer wall more than one meter high under the window sill. At the root of the wall, four small hairs squatted into a ball are sitting.
On the far left is Chu Jin holding the book, and then Song Qiaoxi with curly hair and double ponytails. On her right is Wang Junyang, a guy with a single eyelid, and Ding Yi with glasses on her right.
Except for Chu Jin on the far left, a short distance from Song Qiaoxi, the three children huddled together like canned yellow peaches.
They could hear the sound of talking in the room clearly, Song Qiaoxi covered her mouth with one hand to prevent herself from making any movement.
Shrugging his nose, frowning unhappily.
Fortunately, Dad doesn't smoke, the smell of cigarettes is really stinky...
"...We also deeply regret the tragic deaths of Officer Chu and Reporter Sun."
A long period of official speech made her drowsy, and her head swayed from side to side, almost knocking on Wang Junyang's shoulder.
There was a sudden shaking, and it was considered awake.
This human voice is very strange, it should be the big belly leader Wang Junyang said.
"Our neighborhood committee did not do less work. The custody of this child is with his uncle, but his uncle ran away with the money, and no one can find it! Hey, let's not talk about the two uncles. It's obvious to all. We also contacted the orphanage. The problem now is that the child's guardianship cannot be transferred, and the orphanage will not accept it..."
The sharp female voice made Song Qiaoxi more sober, and Aunt Gao spoke fast and anxiously.
Hearing "Uncle Bastard", there was a hot anger in her chest, she turned her head, and glanced distressedly at Chu Jin, who was sitting on the left.
There was no expression on his face, Nuo Tuanzi hurriedly withdrew his gaze with a guilty conscience.
"Let me express my opinion, Chu Jin is a good boy, Lao Chu and Xiaosun have known us for so many years, and there is nothing to say about the relationship. Xiao Chujin even called the police to save my daughter."
It's Dad!
Song Qiaoxi raised her ears excitedly, holding her two small hands on her chest.
"I have discussed with the object, and Qiao Qin has no objection. To be a man, we must know the gratitude. If we raise the child, we will become an extra son in the Song family."
Hearing this, her little heart thumped and thumped, not daring to look in Chu Jin's direction.
No matter what Chu Jin's expression was on, Tuanzi just didn't have the courage to look over at this moment.
"Brother Song, the conditions are like this for our two children... To be honest, Officer Chu did not help my family less back then. It is unrealistic for the children to live in our house, but my Ding family does not lack his pair of chopsticks. There is Ding Yiding. When Miao ate, Chu made a bite of rice."
Dad Ding speaks slowly, but his words are very important.
Song Qiaoxi probed to the right, looked at Ding Yi who was squatting on the ground through Wang Junyang, and gave him a thumbs up.
Ding Yi pressed his head to his chest shyly.
"The two old buddies are talking about it. We don't play any tricks. The child's tuition and living expenses go to the university. As long as he is willing to study, even if he gets a Ph.D., my home will also provide it.
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Transmigrated in the 90's as a Little Dumpling (MTL) ✓
RomanceNOT MINE ORIGINAL TITLE: 九零大院糯团子 AUTHOR: 柚子水豚 Song Qiaoxi, an orphan, transmigrated in a book. She became a little child in the 90s, and was spoiled by the whole family. However, this child was filled with black thoughts, white on the outside and bl...
