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Chapter 70 The Disabled Doctor Who Lost His Widow's Widow (6)

Qingyao rubbed her brows as she met the two children's eyes, both of which contained a hint of grievance.

"Is Wang Jiawei really your biological father?"

Wang Yuchen was confused by the question.

Fu Mingzhe's eyes darkened: "Do you know something?"

"Would a biological father throw his own son out in the middle of the day when the temperature was at its highest, and come up with such a lame excuse?"

Fu Mingzhe's expression was extremely ugly: "You mean, I'm not their biological child either?"

Qingyao didn't answer but asked: "What do you think?"

"Put your questions aside for now and talk to him first."

Wang Yuchen, who was poked by a finger, looked at her elder sister with tears in her eyes, then turned to look at Fu Mingzhe as if seeking approval: "Brother Fu... am I really not my father's child?"

Qingyao didn't pay attention to anything else, but she noticed the title "brother".

If she remembered correctly, the child just called the original owner's sister-in-law "Aunt Fu"?

"Tsk, it seems that this silly and innocent girl is not really stupid after all."

It turns out that light fog can also be deceptive.

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After Qingyao reminded him, Fu Mingzhe scanned Wang Yuchen from head to toe like a human X-ray machine, and bluntly stabbed the child's young heart.

"You really don't look anything like your father."

The facial features, skull, body shape, hands and feet, there is no trace of genetic similarity at all. If you insist that they are father and son, Mr. Wang next door will laugh so hard that he will faint under the bed, right?
Wang Yuchen: …

Wang Yuchen almost burst into tears.

If he hadn't remembered that this was in someone else's car, and crying would be rude and annoying, he really wouldn't have been able to hold back.

The result of forcing himself to hold it in was that the little brat kept hiccuping, and was so sad that even eating two pieces of cake didn't make him feel better.

Qingyao had no patience for other cubs except for coaxing the little one.

It was like she could take out the clothes she had made according to the size of small things when she was practicing making men's clothes and give them to Fu Mingzhe to wear.

But she would not give Wang Yuchen the children's clothes made according to Jiang Yunyan's size from birth to adulthood.

Wang Yuchen's clothes were still waiting to be washed. After taking a bath, the little kid wrapped himself in the big bath towel as a summer quilt, and the effect was comparable to that of Tang Monk's cassock.

Fortunately, Qingyao had a pair of disposable slippers in her hand, which were not exclusive to her and the little thing, so Wang Yuchen didn't have to run around barefoot.

After understanding the two people's situation, Qingyao went to the bathroom to take out the dried clothes and put them away, then waved to Wang Yuchen.

"Put the clothes in this big washing machine, add this, press here..."

"Use this washing cup to wash small items such as underwear and socks. Add this special disinfectant and cleaning liquid. Do not throw underwear and socks in together. Wash them separately..."

"Use this for your shoes..."

After a simple demonstration, Qingyao let the kid try it himself. He had to learn these basic things before she would not serve him.

After finding something for the kid to do, Qingyao turned around and threw the wheelchair and the cleaning agent in front of Fu Mingzhe: "Do it yourself and clean it up."

After rolling around in the hot outdoors, the wheelchair was already so dirty that it was unsightly.

Fu Mingzhe pursed his lips, silently took the small box, took out the detergent and scouring pad from it, carefully read the ingredients and instructions, and was about to start when a hand covered with scars and calluses suddenly stretched out in front of him.

If you ignore the scars on it, the bone structure of that hand is perfect. It should have been as white and tender as a rich lady's, and more suitable for playing the piano. But it has been ruined like this, which makes people feel pity for it.

Fu Mingzhe was stunned, wondering why he suddenly had such an idea?
"Where's your cell phone? Give it to me."

Qingyao had not forgotten her daily tasks. When she was thinking about how to buy a quota, she suddenly realized an embarrassing problem - the original owner did not have a mobile phone. The little girl ran home and was sent back to her husband's house. Her mobile phone was smashed by her mother-in-law.

To purchase a quota, one originally had to pay and register at the office, but after being vandalized several times, the process has now been changed to payment and real-name registration on the official website.

Fu Mingzhe didn't know what she was going to do, but he was penniless and had only a cell phone, which was out of battery and couldn't even be turned on to check the time.

When she asked for it, Fu Mingzhe did not hesitate and took it out from the wheelchair bag and gave it to her.

Qingyao pressed twice, but the phone didn't light up. Then she remembered the power outage. It was normal that the phone couldn't be charged.

So she asked Fu Mingzhe for a charger, turned around and got into the driver's seat, and started the car while charging and waiting for it to start up.

The big and the small were startled!
Wang Yuchen dropped his shoes, poked his head out of the bathroom, and felt relieved when he found that his elder brother was still there.

Fu Mingzhe held the wheelchair tightly with both hands, hesitantly: "Where...are you going?"

"Find a safe place to spend the night."

Fu Mingzhe opened his mouth, swallowed the words "When will you let us get off the car?", lowered his eyes and continued to wipe his wheelchair.

Seeing that the car was driving smoothly, Wang Yuchen went back to the bathroom to continue brushing his shoes.

The big and the small never thought that Qingyao's so-called safe place would be the school!

But if you think about it, you can understand it.

The school has been closed for three months and is now deserted.

Even those thugs who come out to smash, loot and rob at night will only focus on places where they can make money. Who would come to a school with "graveyards and strange legends" to cause trouble?
Could it be that you're not hungry enough, or haven't exhausted enough energy, so you come here to seek excitement and revelry?
Qingyao parked the car in the garage reserved for school leaders and turned on her cell phone.

She turned on her phone and called out to the little thing, "Hey, look up."

While Fu Mingzhe was looking at her in confusion, Qingyao raised her phone and unlocked the phone with a click.

Entering the desktop, Qingyao saw the official website app of the underground shelter at a glance. It seems that the little thing is also paying attention to this.

Click on the app, your account will be logged in automatically, and the registration entrance will be at the top of the homepage.

When you click in, you will be prompted to fill in a series of information, including uploading your ID card, face recognition, 3-second video recording, and other real-name authentication information. The next step is the payment process.

After Qingyao clicked on it, she saw that Fu Mingzhe had filled in his detailed information in the history preservation, and was stuck at the payment step.

She paused while trying to enter the original owner's information, called up the saved history, clicked Next, selected the payment option, entered the Black Gold Card number, and then performed facial recognition and real-name verification...

It took 5 minutes and the payment was finally successful.

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Qingyao was just about to check the plot information when a text message alert sounded. She thought about it and simply stood up.

Fu Mingzhe, who had been paying attention to the movements over there, saw the slender person coming over and leaning towards him.

The sweet scent that made him dizzy became clearer, but he didn't dare to smell it any longer and held his breath.

She...what does she want to do?
Just when Fu Mingzhe thought he was going to be picked up again, there was a crisp "click" sound, followed by a power socket sliding out from the car window wall.

It was not until the phone was stuffed back into his hand that Fu Mingzhe realized that she just wanted to find a different place to charge her phone!
He thought...

With his ears red, Fu Mingzhe pretended nothing had happened and turned on his phone. He immediately saw the small red dots on the text message icon and the shelter's official website app icon.

"boom!"

"Boom!"

"Bang bang bang!"

His heartbeat suddenly became violent. Fu Mingzhe felt that his idea was ridiculous, but he still couldn't help but stretched out his tentative tentacles and poked it with a finger!

(End of this chapter)