"Surveillance? You have to go to the village committee to be transferred, you wait, I'll make a call and ask if the village party secretary is not here at this time. "I heard Yin Linjiang say before that the children who came to record the show this time are all expensive, and Feng Jianguo is not surprised at all by his request to adjust the monitoring.

He even greeted the village in advance for this, for fear that a half-grown child who didn't know would suddenly come over and have a misunderstanding.

Fortunately, the location of the new house is on the side that everyone does not go to much, close to the foot of the mountain, and there are usually no people passing through that road, so there is basically no danger.

"Dad." Feng Jun's voice came from the door.

Feng Jianguo thought it was something wrong at home, so he quickly looked up and saw that his son, who had always locked himself in the house to read, was standing at the door against the light at the moment, and the expression on his face was not clear.

He hurriedly cared: "Xiaojun, are you hungry?" At noon, I don't see you eating. ”

During the meal, Feng Jun sat in the corner and didn't speak, just pinched a little green vegetables from the plate in front of him from time to time, and didn't touch the others at all.

Feng Jianguo couldn't be more clear about his son's temperament, but he was afraid that he would treat Yin Linjiang and them slowly, so he couldn't take care of him.

Feng Jun shook his head and asked him, "Dad, what were you talking about just now?" ”

When Feng Jianguo mentioned this, he was furious, and he didn't notice that the phone on the other side hadn't hung up, and he opened his mouth and scolded: "I don't know which unlucky kid went in over the courtyard wall of our house and pulled a bubble of into the toilet that I wiped clean, isn't this a deliberate bully?" ”

In his cognition, most of the people who can do this are the half-grown teenagers in the village who don't go to school well and are idle all day long, and they don't want to do anything but deliberately respond to people.

The more Feng Jianguo thought about it, the more angry he became, and muttered: "Fortunately, I didn't let him into the house, or those furniture or something, I don't know what to do—"

"Dad, it's me." Feng Jun interrupted him.

"What do you say?" Feng Jianguo was stunned for a moment, looking at his son standing at the door and not reacting.

After a while, he got angry and said, "Look at you kid, why don't you talk to me and you when you go to the new house?" ”

Feng Jun lowered his head, unable to see his expression clearly.

Although Feng Jianguo usually loves his son very much and thinks about sleeping, but because of his personality problems for so many years, the couple has not had a lot of headaches.

Ten years of hard work, no matter how much you love it, it is impossible not to have a little resentment.

He stretched out his hand and slapped the table heavily and asked, "Xiaojun, did you promise me before, saying that you agreed to the filming of other people's program teams?" ”

Feng Jun didn't speak, but the curvature of his head showed that he nodded.

Feng Jianguo asked again: "Did you also promise me that you wouldn't go to the new house before the program team finished filming?" ”

Feng Jun nodded again.

Seeing him like this, Feng Jianguo became even more angry, stood up on the ground, pointed at him and said angrily: "If you really have any ideas, and you don't want to rent the house to others, you can tell me that our family is not short of so much money, so as not to make this kind of thing disgusting!"

Where are you pulling the thatch, you are pulling on your face and me! ”

In the face of his accusations, Feng Jun just lowered his head and said nothing.

Feng Jianguo was so angry that his chest rose and fell rapidly, and he wanted to say something, but Yin Linjiang on the other end hurriedly spoke: "Brother Feng, I still have something to ask you for a favor." ”

Hearing the sound from the receiver of the mobile phone, Feng Jianguo was shocked and annoyed, raised his hand and slapped himself hard.

This stinky temper, why can't you control it, and scold the child in front of outsiders.

The next time they meet, what will they think of his Xiaojun?

In just a few seconds, the old father had gone through all the bad things in his mind, and wept with remorse.

The back that was straight in front of the camera before also fell down, as if it had aged several years in an instant.

He looked at Feng Jun, who was standing at the door, without saying anything to refute, and without any reaction, and felt even more uncomfortable.

"Dude." Yin Linjiang's mobile phone came from the earpiece of the elderly machine, "What are you busy with, I just yelled for a long time and you didn't say a word." ”

"What?" Feng Jianguo wiped away his tears, his face full of disbelief.

So just now they had a conversation, and the Lin Jiang brothers didn't hear anything?

Realizing this, Feng Jianguo cried with joy, and hurriedly said: "There may be a bad signal in the mountain, come, I can listen to it now, you say it again." ”

"Okay, okay, it's that I temporarily added a little difficulty to those little guys, and tomorrow you may need to borrow your chickens, ducks and geese and other poultry for use, and cats and dogs don't need it." Yin Linjiang said with a smile.

"You say this, it's easy to say." Feng Jianguo agreed.

It's just that he thought of the big and five small people who came to eat at noon, and he was a little difficult, "Brother Lin Jiang, it's not that I'm stingy, these dolls you brought are all from the city, how have you ever seen chickens, ducks and geese flying all over the mountain, in case this is a bump......"

"Brother, don't worry, my children are really skinny, and they all have experience." Yin Linjiang boasted of Haikou.

Hearing him say this, Feng Jianguo didn't pretend anymore, and immediately agreed.

There is nothing else in the countryside, but there are many of these livestock, and it is nothing to let those children play, and if they die, they will be directly cooked, and they will be eaten anyway.

finally had a little free time, but before I realized it, Yin Linjiang dug a super large pit for Feng Jianguo's face.

Leaning on Ning Tingchen's arm, Sui Bao held his mobile phone with both hands, looked at himself seriously picking vegetables in the video, and smirked.

Suddenly, she raised her head and stared at Ning Tingchen's chin, and asked thoughtlessly, "Dad, why are you so rich?" ”