Rebirth of the Flying Era

Du Fei couldn't help but be stunned when he heard this.

My heart says, come as soon as your mother comes, why should you be so afraid?

But then he reacted and asked in a low voice: "Does she know about us?"

Qin Huairou nodded pitifully, and said, "I will go home during the Chinese New Year, and I will... let them run out of questions, so... I will tell you."

After saying that, he lowered his head and did not dare to look at Du Fei, as if he had made a big mistake.

Du Fei saw her like this and said angrily: "Okay, I've said it all, don't pretend to be pitiful like me."

Qin Huairou raised her head, and without making any excuses, she simply admitted, "I'm not afraid that you will be angry."

Du Fei snorted and muttered: "How old are you now? You still have to give me back."

Qin Huairou pouted and thought angrily in her heart, no matter how old I am, I don't know who got involved.

But he didn't dare to respond.

Du Fei thought for a while and then said: "Come on, come on. See what you mean, the old lady still wants to see me?"

Qin Huairou said "hmm" and hurriedly explained: "My mother didn't mean anything else, she just wanted to see you. Really! She...she was just a little...a little worried about me. If you're not happy, then forget it. I told her"

Du Fei didn't feel too disgusted. Even though he was raising a little wife who was not a serious father-in-law or mother-in-law, he still had to take some consideration into consideration.

As long as he wasn't here to cause trouble, Du Fei would not hesitate to give the old man enough respect.

But for Qin Huairou, she didn't save face and curled her lips and said: "Why can't you trust me? Please figure it out. Now you are an old cow gnawing on young grass, and I, a young man with yellow flowers, have caused trouble to you, an old woman." ”

Qin Huairou blushed instantly and said angrily: "What are you talking about!"

Du Fei stopped teasing and asked again: "Did you say when you will arrive?"

Qin Huaiju said: "Today the accountant from the village went to the city to do some work. He stopped by to give me a message. He said it would be in the next three or four days. I might not believe it. He has to finish his work."

Du Fei said "Yeah": "What to do specifically, you look at the arrangements and talk to me later."

Qin Huairou finally breathed a sigh of relief. She was really afraid that Du Fei would fall out when she mentioned this matter just now.

In fact, from her point of view, she felt that it was not appropriate for her biological mother to come to Du Fei.

Her relationship with Du Fei had been shady from the beginning, let alone talked about on the stage.

It's just that after the showdown with the family last time when I went back, Qin's parents and Qin's mother had been worried.

In fact, Qin's father also wanted to come, but Du Fei got the money for the last hospitalization.

It made him feel like he didn't know what to say when they met.

After finishing talking, Qin Huairou didn't dare to stay longer in broad daylight and immediately ran to the old lady.

What I said just now to help collect the quilt was really not an excuse, the quilt was really drying out.

When Du Fei returned home, he originally wanted to wash himself with cold water, but he thought better of it and simply carried the basin and walked outside.

When we arrived at the middle courtyard, someone saw him and said, "Hey, this is the bathhouse!"

Du Fei responded with a smile: "Go and make bubbles, relax quickly."

After talking, I left the courtyard and walked along the shady area on the edge of the alley to the Red Star Bathhouse.

In comparison, there are not as many bathhouses in summer as there are in winter, and many people just take a cold shower at home.

Because he had come here so many times and because Du Fei was so muscular, everyone in the bathhouse knew him.

As soon as I came in, I met many people saying hello.

Whether Du Fei knew him or not, everyone nodded in response.

The boy at the counter also recognized him and called out: "Brother Du, are you still following the same rules?"

Du Fei smiled and said: "Old rules, where is Lao Wang?"

The young man said: "Here it is, here it is, Master Wang is resting inside."

Du Fei said: "Okay, when it comes to bathing, I'm proud of Lao Wang's method."

While talking, I spent money to buy a bath ticket, took off my clothes inside, and pulled my slippers inside.

First get in the rain to refresh yourself, and then go to the big pool for a dip.

The water temperature in the pool was just right. Du Fei squinted his eyes and rested his head on the edge of the pool.

Not long after, I suddenly heard someone shouting: "Hey, man, where are you too!"

The voice sounded familiar to Du Fei. When he opened his eyes, he saw that it was Mr. Qian.

He smiled and said, "Hey, Third Master, what a coincidence."

Since the last time I met Mr. Qian with Zhuzi, this was the second time we met in the bathhouse.

Mr. Qian was smiling, but if he looked carefully, his eyes were a bit worried. He sat on the edge of the big pond and asked, "I heard that Zhu Zhu's wife is here?"

The two of them met through Zhuzi, but they were not that familiar with each other.

When chatting and looking for topics, naturally start with the pillars.

Du Fei moved inside and said with a smile, "You've heard about it too. I just went to the hospital a few days ago."

Of course Du Fei couldn't say that Jia Liying had it before she got married. That would be tantamount to ruining her reputation.

Mr. Qian laughed and said, "This Zhuzhu has finally made it through. Why don't you treat his wife like a treasure at home?"

Du Fei chuckled and said, "Third Master, you've just finished talking."

As Mr. Qian spoke, he splashed the water on his body a few times and got used to the water temperature before getting in.

The two chatted for a while.

There were not many people in the bathhouse at this time. There were two people taking showers to wash their hair, and one person taking a shower.

There was an old man sitting diagonally across the pool, and two old men sitting in the smaller hot pool on the side.

Mr. Qian glanced around and suddenly lowered his voice: "Master Du..."

Du Fei was stunned: "I don't dare to take it seriously, sir, you are..."

Third Master Qian said: "My dears, please don't be polite. I have something to do with you."

Du Fei said "Yeah": "You tell me."

Mr. Qian Sanye said: "I heard from Zhu Zhu that you have very good connections in Gongan."

Du Fei was not pretending to be modest. He nodded and accepted it.

Qian Sanye wiped the water on his face with his hand and whispered: "How hard can it be?"

Du Fei frowned and said, "It depends on what happened, don't you think?"

Mr. Qian thought the same thing. For some small matters, it would be enough for a small policeman from the police station, but for some matters, it would be useless even if the police chief came...

Until I finished taking a bath and came out of the bathhouse.

Du Fei was still thinking about Mr. Qian.

In fact, it's not that complicated. It's just that Mr. Qian has been targeted recently.

The other party was a man named Qiao Dali, who was said to be in Nancheng. He was in his thirties and had some reputation.

If they were ordinary people, Mr. Qian wouldn't be afraid of them. From the people he interacted with, it wouldn't be difficult to figure out that Mr. Qian was not an easy man. He was a martial artist himself, and even two or three of them wouldn't be able to get close to him.

But Qiao Dali had some background. He claimed that he had an older cousin outside, whose surname was Gao, who lived in the Workers' Stadium. He was the chief of the police station, and he said he had a nose and eyes.

When Du Fei heard this, he realized that the surname Gao was still at the Gongti police station. Isn't it the police station of Zhuzi's brother-in-law?

Mr. Qian lives in Xicheng and originally had little contact with Qiao Dali.

But a few days ago, a man surnamed Qiao suddenly came to the door and wanted to collect several items passed down from their family.

To put it bluntly, it's not a rip-off, and the price given is fairly fair.

But Mr. Qian was not willing to sell. Firstly, he was not short of money. Secondly, those items were all inherited from his family. He wanted to keep them for future generations.

At first, Qiao Dali agreed to discuss it, but when he saw that Mr. Qian was out of luck, he turned against him and threatened again.

Mr. Qian is an old man, so how can he be spoiled?

They were kicked out immediately, and some physical conflicts occurred.

Mr. Qian is old, but he has not left behind his hard work.

Although Qiao Dali is called Dali, his strength is really not very strong. In just a few moments, Mr. Qian was thrown to his knees, looking disgraced and embarrassed.

Before leaving, he made harsh words about who his eldest cousin was and asked Mr. Qian to wait for him.

Mr. Qian was angry at the time and said harsh words.

But afterwards, when I calmed down and took stock, I realized that something was a little wrong.

It would be fine if Qiao vigorously boasted, but it would be difficult if it turned out to be true.

As the saying goes, the poor should not fight with the rich, and the rich should not fight with the officials.

If Qiao Dali didn't brag, then the other party would have many ways to control him.

Mr. Qian himself is fine, but he also has sons and grandsons. If he really drags down the younger generation, the gains outweigh the losses.

But after much deliberation, I felt that I couldn't find Qiao Dali to convince me.

That guy is a scoundrel. He suffered a loss last time. If he really wants to take it, he will definitely push the envelope as hard as a dog-skin plaster.

Mr. Qian has seen many people like this before. When dealing with such people, he must not just give in. He must first let him know that he is not to be trifled with.

The key to the matter is to confirm whether Qiao Dali and Gao S are real relatives.

Mr. Qian has been worrying about this matter for the past two days.

I happened to meet Du Fei in the bathhouse, and remembered that I had heard Zhu Zhu say that Du Fei had a great background.

Then I thought about it, and told Du Fei about this matter.

I hope Du Fei can ask if there is any relationship between Qiao Dali and Chief Gao S.

When Du Fei heard about this, he didn't find it too troublesome.

It happened that there was also the matter of Zhuzi's brother-in-law, and he had to deal with Gao Tiancheng.

Moreover, Mr. Qian also explained that Du Fei does not need to step in to help adjust.

If Qiao Dali was bragging about this, there would be nothing to say, and Mr. Qian was not a good person either.

If it were true, there would be nothing to say, just admit defeat and settle the matter.

When Du Fei heard Mr. Qian's attitude, he couldn't help but secretly cut off his head. No wonder he could still have all his beard and tail after surviving till now.

While thinking about this, Du Fei walked back to the courtyard.

When we arrived at the middle courtyard, the chess players had changed.

Zhu Zhu was tinkering with the briquette stove in front of their house. There was a small aluminum pot sitting on it, and it smelled like chicken stew.

Now everyone knows that Zhuzi's wife is pregnant, and even if she does something good at home, she can't say anything. When talking behind her back, she has to say that Zhuzi is good to her.

After a while of greetings, Du Fei returned to the backyard.

But he saw Liu Kuangtian wandering around the courtyard, with a bandage on his head and one arm hanging around his neck.

The last time they had a fight at the Normal University, Liu Kuangtian suffered a big setback.

Not only was he beaten severely, but he was also taken to the police station.

The second uncle spent a lot of effort to fish him out.

At this time, he looked unlucky and looked into the old lady's house while walking.

Du Fei looked at it and smiled to himself. It seemed that this guy still hadn't given up. He was planning to gain sympathy from Qin Huairou.