Transmigrated in the 90's as a Little Dumpling (MTL) ✓

CHAPTER 9

I've never seen my father so angry.

The father in Song Qiaoxi's impression, although he loves to tease her, he has always had a good temper. He never blushes with others, and is even more so soft to her mother and herself.

He was always joked by other uncles, saying that he was "fear of his wife" and "daughter slave".

Is the child that Dad said about Chu Jin?

He was the only person who thought of it the first time.

Another uncle's voice sounded like Uncle Wang. He was a bit impatient in his words, but he was obviously more rational than his father: "The child is poor. Lao Chu and Xiao Sun are our old neighbors and old colleagues. We must not just watch our child." No one cares about it, the big guys figure out a solution together."

The bicycle stopped in front of the simple shed at the entrance of the communication room, and she and her mother were very close to the crowd.

Song Qiaoxi saw clearly that the five or six people who formed a circle under the shed were all uncles who had just returned home from get off work in the compound. Of course, they also included her father, Uncle Wang, and Uncle Ding.

"Brother Song, don't be too impulsive. Have you discussed this with your younger siblings... Hey! Wife, younger siblings, come back from school, why is it so late..."

Uncle Ding smiled a little unnaturally, as he spoke, he patted his hand on Father Song's shoulder again.

Song Qiaoxi raised her face, her mother's expression was obviously unhappy, and her usual gentle and beautiful eyebrows suddenly became serious.

Several uncles scratched their heads, smirked and lighted the cigarette, which quickly dissipated.

Uncle Ding also seemed to draw a line, quickly moved to Mama Ding's side, and made a "retreat" gesture to Uncle Wang.

The focus of the audience suddenly focused on Dad.

Looking at his father, his face was flushed, and he glanced at the reception room extremely embarrassedly, as if he was hesitant to talk.

Song Qiaoxi's eyes moved intuitively to the communication room where the door was open and the lights were not turned on.

At a glance, her already nervous little heart jumped like a jump.

In the corner of the communication room, a large black schoolbag was placed. Upon closer inspection, the strap of the schoolbag was held tightly by a thin, pale hand.

There is only one thought in my mind, and I can't make myself regret it like the last time.

She stretched her hand to pull at the corner of her mother's skirt, and begged in a low voice: "Mom, hold me down."

Mother numbly lifted her from the car seat.

Song Qiaoxi looked up at her father coming with a smile on her face, took the handlebar from her mother, and started biting her ears with her mother.

Mother's complexion eased, causing her hanging heart to drop slightly, and she rushed into the communication room with her two short legs without looking back.

In the dimly lit communication room, what you see is a set of simple wooden tables and chairs. On the table are old enamel tea mugs that only serve the people. Uncle Li, the guardian, always drinks tea with it.

The corner of the wall was blackened by the coal stove in the winter. The skinny boy curled up in a dirty and dark corner, hugged his knees in one hand and shrank into a ball, while the other hand held the strap tightly, his fingertips squeezed. White.