"Gang'er, come here. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info" Zhu Yilin whispered softly as she gently fanned away a black hand pinching her cheek.

A six- or seven-year-old child, who was lying under the table and playing with pebbles, looked up at the woman who called him.

A man with a sour smell all over his body was putting the hand that had just pinched the woman's cheek under his nose and sniffing deeply, with a lewd smile on his face. The other hand was wrapped around the woman's waist, and an impatient monkey seemed to overflow all over her body.

The woman reached out and grabbed a handful of peanuts on the plate, and said to the boy, "Gang'er, take the peanuts downstairs and play for a while." The other hand fanned out the black claws that reached for his waist.

"Hey, give all the melon seeds to this little guy, save a while and run up and disturb the good things of the master like last time." The guy with a pair of colored eyes who obviously looked like he was covered in dust stuffed the melon seed plate into the boy's arms as he spoke.

A secret smile that did not match his age rose on the corner of the boy's mouth, and the body that had just straightened the plate had been pushed out of the door by the big hands. A smell of sweat that rushed to the brain and could hurt the cerebral cord, and he almost squirted out yesterday's dinner.

"Old dog's fork, why did the elm head of the dog's fork turn around this time." He listened to the woman's performative wheezing sound from inside on the door, "This melon seed is not as fast as a peanut." As he spoke, he pushed the door that had been bolted from the inside and went downstairs.

"Yugang, is your mother panting in there again?" A little boy with a teapot and listening to the sound of the closed door came down from the stairs, and when he saw the boy, he called him frivolously.

The boy seemed to be extremely jealous of him, "Your mother's cry is worse than that of an old sow." He muttered in his mouth, afraid of being heard by the little maid, and at the same time happily walked towards the door of 'Yushui Huan' because he scolded the little guy.

Although the little guy didn't hear what he said, he clearly saw his muttering expression, and was about to catch up and slap him, but was stopped by the bustard. "You little wild seed who didn't know who beat you out, see how I treat you next time." The little guy scolded fiercely.

The boy named Yugang hurriedly rushed to the outside of the building, and when he looked back and saw that the little guy did not chase him, he suddenly became angry: "Look at Lao Tzu one day like lifting the crotch of a dog chain to lift your mother and the old boar." ”

Suddenly, as if remembering something, he looked at the little broom handle that was leaning against the wall and laughed. He had seen the grandson of the old man selling melon seeds next door and a few children of 11 or 2 years old chasing and beating two dogs with their heads facing each side without a rope but magically connected together. In the end, the boys, laughing and scolding from passers-by, lifted the two dogs up without claws.

After a while, he poured all the melon seeds into his arms, took out the flat stick that had been prepared from the crack in the wall and hid it at his waist, then picked up the handle of the broom, and walked triumphantly into the building.

Although Yugang has an urge to vomit every time he sees the bustard, but because the bustard usually takes good care of the two of them, every time he sees the big face that is painted with powder like a plastered wall, he also suppresses the involuntary urge to vomit, and tries to hide it not to show it.

The old bustard, who was almost out of breath in her tight red jacket, was sitting there struggling to hold her breath, and while she felt good about herself, she was also quite jealous of the tightened single-row buttons. In the afterglow of plastering the bronze mirror, she also kept glancing at the button pimple made of cotton cloth at the bottom, and there was a possibility of breaking free at any time. She took a deep breath and held her breath, looking at the little boy who walked in like a little monkey carrying a small stick. In the depths of the little boy's eyes, she saw a glow that disgusted her flickered inadvertently, not the cunning look of a six- or seven-year-old child.

The little maid she had just called was taking out grease from the utility room and lighting a lamp, and although there was still the light of the setting sun outside, the color of the escalator leading to the upper floor could no longer be seen in the room.

This little thing will definitely not be a good kind when it grows up in the future. The old bustard thought to himself that there was something disgusting and even palpitating in that innocent face. If it weren't for Zhu Yilin's slut who is now the top cash cow in 'Yushui Huan', she would have done it herself to swell the seemingly innocent face in front of her, until she covered her two eyes that made her disgusted and even a little throbbing.

She couldn't guess how this boy, who everyone called a little mongrel or a little wild seed, would go upstairs to interrupt the good deeds of the guests today. Although she dislikes him, she is also happy to see him artificially shorten the time for guests to use the top money tree every time, so that other guests can make great use of Zhu Yilin's cash cow to regenerate money.