webnovelfull 230: Little Fox
230: Little Fox
Qingqing didn't know that because she was a little infatuated this time, her mother replaced everyone in the Xiao family.
Nowadays, any member of the Xiao family is good-looking.
The main purpose is to make children happy.
Xiao Qingdai, who has never been a mother but is self-taught, focuses on making sure the children don't get spoiled.
No matter what Qingqing said she liked, she would find a way to get it.
If this continues, Xiao Su suspects that if one day the little girl says that the moon hanging in the sky looks beautiful, his elder sister will find a way to pick the moon down and hang it in the little girl's room.
The next day, when he was chatting with Mr. Fu about this incident, the old man, who was drinking tea peacefully, suddenly stopped moving.
He maintained a thoughtful posture and didn't even hear clearly what Xiao Su said later.
This man is also a doting child. Xiao Su said so much, but he only heard Qingqing say that she likes the moon.
A man pondered in his mind for a while, then suddenly stood up and put down the cold teacup.
I’m not going to drink anymore. I’m going to earn money to build a moon for my children.
At the age of seventy, it is the age to fight for your children. If you haven't fulfilled your children's wishes yet, why would you just lie down?
Mr. Fu regained the feeling of his youth, called the driver and rushed out in a hurry.
He no longer needs a cane to walk, and he walks very briskly.
Looking at his back, Xiao Su's face was full of suspicion.
What did he just say that irritated this person?
After going out, Mr. Fu planned to go to his fruit garden and take a walk around the construction site to see the current progress.
This time he left suddenly without notifying anyone.
He parked his car at the entrance of the orchard. He was in good health recently, so he walked in by himself.
The security guard at the door quickly reported his arrival to the person in charge.
After entering, Mr. Fu first glanced at the lounge on the left side of the gate. He was a little surprised that he didn't see the employees who often played games in groups.
At this moment, the person in charge who heard the news rushed over panting, running so fast that sweat covered his head.
This is no different from a surprise inspection by a leader at school, and it’s still the top leader.
"Master, why didn't you tell me in advance that you were coming today so I could have someone prepare something."
The old man pointed to the lounge he had just left, and said with a hint of doubt, "Where are those people? None of them are here."
The person in charge followed his gaze and glanced at the lounge behind him, who was also completely unaware of the situation.
"Isn't he playing games in there? I don't know. Maybe he saw he was busy."
There's no way, the work in the orchard is too leisurely.
I slack off from the start of the day until the end of the day. Food and lodging are provided, with only one requirement: I cannot leave the orchard during work hours.
So those people had no other entertainment activities and just stayed in the lounge every day playing games. They have been playing for almost two months and have advanced from bronze tier to king tier.
Mr. Fu was always thinking about his fruit, and occasionally he would ask someone to transfer the surveillance video to his computer to see what the condition of his fruit was.
Every time I look at it, his employees are huddled together playing games.
Today was an exception, I didn't slack off.
The person in charge walked inside with Mr. Fu. He seemed calm, but in fact, he had already beaten those five people like a top in his heart.
Where have they been slacking off again? We’ve walked around most of the garden and haven’t met them yet. If they make the owner unhappy, they will all lose their jobs.
Fortunately, as he approached the vineyard, he heard the voices of those people talking.
The five people who disappeared were standing under the grape vines, staring at the ripe fruits, each of them drooling.
"What a nice smell! Why do these grapes smell so good?"
"No wonder the fox wants to eat it, even I want to try it."
When Mr. Fu heard the word "grapes", he felt something was wrong. He was afraid that someone would steal his grapes, so he walked over quickly.
The first thing he saw when he entered was the huge bunches of rich purple grapes hanging from the branches and hanging down, like purple chalcedony.
Under the grapevines, a boy was holding a white animal in his arms, tossing and turning restlessly, squeaking and screaming.
"What the hell is this!" the supervisor was shocked. "Aren't we not allowed to keep animals in our garden?"
The moment he saw the animal, he even thought about how to write his resume for his next job.
The owner of the house has specifically instructed that pets are not allowed in the garden, not even dogs.
The five people who heard the sound turned their heads and revealed what they were holding in their arms.
It was a white little fox, struggling restlessly in the man's arms, twisting its body this way and that, making delicate cries, and it sounded as if it had no aggressive power.
"What the hell is this?" The supervisor was still trying to identify the species of the creature.
Mr. Fu only took a quick glance and recognized it. His face was dignified. "Where did this fox come from?"
"Fox!" The timid supervisor was frightened.
The five young men nervously called him the director. The one holding the fox explained, "It ran in on its own. We spent two hours trying to catch it, and we were just about to let it go."
The fox led them hiding and turning left and right like a human, and finally they turned into this vineyard.
They worked hard in there for a while and finally caught the little guy.
As a result, after I relaxed and looked up, I was mesmerized by the bunches of grapes on top of my head. I had just stood there for two minutes when the person in charge came with the director.
Mr. Fu walked closer, and the person in charge stood beside him nervously, "Master, please be careful. This thing is very wild and has sharp claws."
The old man didn't say anything. He walked closer, grabbed the little fox's neck and lifted it up.
Just kidding, he even pets tigers as if they were cats, and he would be afraid of a silly and cute little fox.
A group of people watched nervously from the side, fearing that the little fox would suddenly scratch Mr. Fu with its claws and cause him to bleed.
After Fate's neck was grabbed, the little guy automatically triggered the protection mechanism and waved his four claws back and forth.
Old Master Fu raised his head and picked a ripe grape and held it in his hand.
He was good at training animals. He waved the grapes in front of the little fox and spoke in a serious voice.
"Do you want to eat it or not? If you do, put your claws back."
The person in charge couldn't help but remind him, "Master, this is a wild fox. It doesn't understand human language."