Chapter 63: My Dad Is Hurt!
After another five minutes, I finally found it in a folder called "home-icons". It curled up in a ball, crouching in a pile www.biquge.info of papers with question marks, looking pitiful and miserable.
The little pig felt the light and looked at me, and the pig arched his mouth, and began to cry again, crying so much that tears flowed and snot overflowed, and the appearance of sobbing and matching almost broke people's hearts.
I poked its little body, and it hiccuped and looked at me pitifully, as if accusing me of bullying it. I felt a sense of guilt.
"Don't cry, come out."
The little pig didn't move, and he didn't cry anymore, but looked at me with tears in his eyes, and sobbed twice from time to time.
"Okay, how are you going to come out?"
There was snot about to run into its mouth, and it wiped it, but it still didn't move, and continued to stare at me.
"If you don't come out again, I'll get out of the folder."
"Don't, don't close the door, hiccup, don't close it."
The little pig hurriedly made a sound to stop it, jumped outside, and those folders were automatically closed, and as soon as the screen turned, the little pig appeared on my mobile phone desktop. It hid behind the Alipay icon and looked at me timidly.
How much does this little pig like Alipay, and he always drills there. However, it is too big to hide behind the icon, and it looks like it is just holding the icon in its arms, but instead of hiding itself, it looks even more funny.
"I said I didn't see you today, so you peeked at my documents, but you got lost in them."
"No, no peeking, I, I'm just, just ......"
"Hmph, if it wasn't for a peek, how could you get lost."
"I didn't, no, who called you so many files, hiccup, hiccup, hiccup--"
The little pig said in a hurry that he began to burp and couldn't stop for a long time. It staggered over to the browser, not knowing how it operated, and the browser opened, popping out of the page of a certain treasure, and it took a bottle of drink from it, and drank it all in one gulp.
Also, can it be like this?
"Okay, okay, look at your poor little appearance, go get a bathtub or something, take a bath."
The little pig was so dirty that I couldn't bear to look at it, and I was still wondering how to get it out and wash it properly, and since it could "take" things from the web at will, I didn't worry about it.
However, I thought so beautifully, when I received several bank debit text messages in a row, I realized that I was still too naΓ―ve, how could there be a pie-in-the-sky good thing. Just "taking" and not paying is not a legitimate act.
No wonder Little Pig likes Alipay so much, it turns out that it used my Alipay as an ATM!
This pig demon seems to be a bit of a trick.
Forget it, I can't get back the money I spent, for the sake of Piggy helping me grab tickets, I'll forgive it this time. However, it is imperative to change the Alipay login password and set the payment password, otherwise I don't know if it will be "bankrupt" one day.
Pulling the little pig out of the phone, I said, "You can't just spend money, you know?" β
Piggy stared innocently at the big eyes: "Why? β
"Did you earn it when you spent it?"
"I'll earn it."
"Huh? Will you make money? β
"Yes."
"How do you make money?"
"Flip stocks."
"Can you earn it?"
"Yes."
"Oh, then you can spend it, and make sure my money is not less than now."
The reason why I agreed to this little pig so easily was because it was afraid of my husband, and it didn't dare to lie to me.
On a whim that night, I left it for a ticket, maybe I got it right. Let's take a look at what it's capable of.
After solving the matter of the little pig, I asked my husband about some things about cultivation. This time, Mr. seems to be a good teacher, and he basically answers all questions. I couldn't quite understand something that was too mysterious, and Mr. didn't laugh at me as usual, just silent, looking out the window, his eyes a little wandering.
I've never seen a gentleman like this, but I just don't like it. It looks like it sees everything, but it doesn't see anything in its eyes.
"Sir, would you like something to eat? I'll do it. β
"Hmm."
"What would you like to eat, sir?"
"Daylily."
Sir, I really have a soft spot for daylily.
What is delicious about daylily.
Hey, who's to say that Mr. likes. I was about to go to the kitchen to get food for my husband, and as soon as I opened the door, I saw my father standing outside the door, his right hand raised, and he made a knocking gesture, his expression a little drifting.
"Dad, what's wrong?"
"Oh, oh, I'm going out for a while, and I probably won't be back for dinner in the evening."
"Got it, Dad. Is there something wrong with your company?"
"Hmm."
"Isn't there Ji Ling in the company, what else will look for you, Dad."
Ten years ago, my dad was just a small employee of a company, struggling to make ends meet. Later, my dad came out to start his own business, from a small company to this small and large-scale company, my dad paid a lot. He knew I didn't like socializing and socializing, so he never planned to let me take over the company later. In order to take better care of me and hand over the company to others as soon as possible, he trained a successor, which is now Ji Ling.
My dad is Ji Ling's savior, so Ji Ling is very loyal to our family. He is a smart and talented businessman, and in just a few years, he has developed the company well. My dad called the company to Ji Ling with confidence, and he retreated behind the scenes and lived an idle life. I also like my dad now, not as sharp as in the mall, but with more gentleness and leisure over the years, and I hope my dad will always be in this state.
"Ji Ling is very good, but the company still has some things to discuss together. Yiren, you are already an adult, are you still afraid of sleeping alone at home at night? β
"Who is afraid to be alone at home."
I quibble. It's not that I'm afraid to sleep alone at home now, it's just that I remember when I was a kid, my dad would sometimes work overtime all night and I would be home alone. I turned on all the lights in the house, but I still didn't dare to sleep, and I often sat on the sofa all night with the TV on. When my dad came back from work, he would be very distressed, so there would be an extra tomato and egg soup on the lunch table. I also thought to myself that it would be nice to be scared all night to get a dish that I loved.
"Hahaha, Yiren is an adult now, of course he won't be afraid anymore, and he will definitely not be afraid tonight. Okay, it's not too early, Ji Ling is still waiting for me, so I'll leave first. β
I pretended to be angry and stuffed my bag into my dad's arms: "Let's go, let's go, don't be so busy that you forget to eat." β
I didn't need much effort at all, but he hissed quietly, took a step back, but quickly covered it, and hurried out the door with his bag. I didn't have time to stop my dad to ask him about it, but I quickly realized that he was supposed to be injured.
Hurt?
My dad was hurt!