Vol 2 Chapter 135: Confinement
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May The Peace Be With You In The Golden Age
- A Glance of The Country
- 727 characters
- 2021-03-04 04:38:30
Liu Fen was tired from the fight, stopped to rest, and gave his son a blank glance, "Huh! You still want to quibble, do you think I will trust you again? I tell you Gao Jinglin, you no longer trust me at all."
"Mom..." Gao Jinglin wanted to cry, he was too wronged, he was more wronged than Dou E.
"You can rest, Lao Gao, don't tire yourself out, you will have to go back to work later."
The couple are very busy, and they took the time to come back to teach this stinky boy.
"Okay!" Gao Yuejin wiped the sweat from his head and called his guards in to send Gao Jinglin to the confinement room.
"This time I have to take care of it for a few days."
The guard wanted to laugh but didn't dare to laugh, and his suffocated face turned blue. He has been following the senior political commissar for a long time. It can be said that seeing Gao Jinglin get beaten up, the chief is famous for protecting his shortcomings, and he has been named after Commander Meng in the army.
But he heard Liu Yong say that Commander Meng was outside to protect his shortcomings, and he would treat his son better when he got home. But the chief’s house is different. Outside, he protects his shortcomings. After he gets home, the couple never fends off their son.
This can also reflect from the side that Gao Jinglin is actually a child who can endure hardships, and has never been superior to others, and gets along well with ordinary soldiers like them.
"Yes, Chief."
So Gao Jinglin was tied to the confinement room without saying a word, without even giving an opportunity to explain. What would you say to Gao Yuejin? The stinky boy can only quibble, so he can teach him a lesson first.
Otherwise, what he said, the brat would always go in and out of the right ear.
In the evening, Zhu Meihua heard that Gu Yunbo had returned from get off work when she came back from work. She didn't even care about the face and went straight to the second building. When she arrived, Gu Yunbo had just washed the dates and wiped her hair with a towel.
"Yunbo, you are back!" Zhu Meihua put away the eagerness on her face and entered with a smile on her face.
"Yeah!" Gu Yunbo nodded coldly, and didn't ask her to sit down, busying herself.
"Have you eaten?" Zhu Meihua asked actively: "I'll have dinner right away, go, and come home with me for dinner." She was about to come to pull Gu Yunbo and couldn't stop the smile on her face. "Your Uncle Ping will be at home here too! I haven't seen you in half a year, and your Uncle Ping talks about you all day long!"
Gu Yunbo looked at Zhu Meihua like a fool, thinking that her brain was not broken, or she was clearly making some horrible idea!
"Let's go! Your hair is short and it's almost drying, don't wipe it hard." Zhu Meihua took the initiative to help her remove the towel and pushed out the door. The family home has good security, and they are not afraid of bad people, so they don't even close the door.
Gu Yunbo didn't break free either. Anyway, she was adopted by the Ping family in name, so the meeting would be unavoidable.
Although Ping Guofei looked at him sternly, he was indeed a good person.
When I came to the Ping family, even Ping Qing was there. Gu Yunbo couldn't help frowning, "Are you on holiday?"
"Ask for leave." Ping Qing avoided her sight, a little vacant. He deliberately went to Gu's house in the afternoon to bring Simin back, but the girl not only refused to listen to him, but even accused him.
Ping Qing's heart was completely chilled by those words.
"Sit down, Yunbo!" Seeing Gu Yunbo coming in, Ping Guofei barely smiled on his condensed face, "Let's eat dumplings tonight."
"Oh!" She nodded, still remembering the food he had packed from the state-run restaurant in her heart!
"What's wrong with you?" Gu Yunbo looked at the posture of the family meeting and vaguely felt that something was wrong, plus that Ping Simin was not at home, she could probably guess that she must be the demon again.
Sure enough, if you don't do it, you won't die. Ping Simin prefers all kinds of works.