Chapter 1392: Daily life in Guangzipian!

The new year was about to arrive,

snow was falling heavily.

Exhaling a puff of turbid air from his mouth, Zhang Cheng stood at the door practicing boxing.

Looking at his father's movements, the eldest looked adorable, then stepped forward and said, "Dad, I want to learn too!"

"Learn what, you only got 60 points in the exam, how do you have the nerve to make requests to me?"

Speaking to his son, Zhang Cheng couldn't help but pat him on the head; if it weren't for the fact that the child looked just like him, he would have suspected that he had been swapped at the hospital—how could he have inherited none of his brilliant brain?

"Dad, what if I am a rare genius!"

Saying this, the eldest struck a boxing pose, and finally added at the end: "Ha!"

Looking at the eldest in shock, Zhang Cheng backhanded a slap on his head, "Go do your homework, or I'll hammer you to death!"

Covering his head aggrievedly, the eldest cried and ran home, "Mom, Dad hit me again!"

Looking at his son's back, Zhang Cheng couldn't help but put his hands on his hips, his face full of helplessness.

Because he was a hero after all, a war god at Zhenbao Island, a butcher in South Asia, with First-Class and Second-Class Merits, so how could he give birth to a little piece of trash?

When he was young, he, Zhang Mouren, also longed for a Special-Class Merit medal, but after fighting several wars in a row, Zhang Cheng discovered one thing: this was not a record that a normal person could achieve. To get a Special-Class Merit, one had to be a terrestrial immortal!

"Yo, beating your child? Zhang Cheng!"

Stepping forward with a full face of smiles, Zhou Bingkun had his hands in his sleeves.

"Idle is idle, how is your eldest? Why hasn't he cried recently!"

Hearing Zhou Bingkun's words, Zhang Cheng asked curiously.

"Hey, isn't Chunyan handling it personally?"

Looking at Zhang Cheng, Zhou Bingkun also revealed a "kind" smile of an old father.

And just when the two were chatting about children, Sun Gan-chao and Xiao Guoqing came.

Seeing the two appear, Zhang Cheng greeted, "Yo, morning!"

"Morning, Bingkun, there is a letter for you here!"

Coming to Zhou Bingkun, Sun Gan-chao laughed.

"Who wrote it!"

Stepping forward to take the letter, Zhou Bingkun opened it, and then couldn't help but become excited.

"What's wrong, did someone outside write you a love letter?"

Coming to Zhou Bingkun's side, Zhang Cheng asked.

"My dad retired, he's coming back in two days, let me go pick him up then!"

Speaking to Zhang Cheng, Zhou Bingkun ran a short distance immediately, "Mom, Dad retired, he's coming back!"

Watching Zhou Bingkun's excited appearance, Xiao Guoqing and Sun Gan-chao both laughed.

Because no matter how much time passed, Zhou Bingkun had always been this simpleton.

"How have you been recently?"

Taking out cigarettes, Zhang Cheng handed them to Xiao Guoqing and Sun Gan-chao.

"Still the same, but my sister is having a hard time finding a job, do you have any way?"

Taking the cigarette, Sun Gan-chao asked.

"I'll help you make a phone call to ask later, it's no big deal!"

Speaking to Sun Gan-chao, Zhang Cheng laughed.

However, just when the three were chatting, Luo Shibin appeared at the door, struggling to slide the wooden board.

Looking at the other person, Zhang Cheng couldn't help but step forward, "Yo, isn't this Luo Shibin? How have you been recently, are you full?"

"Ah, ah, ah!"

Looking at Zhang Cheng, Luo Shibin howled, gesturing with his broken hand.

Looking at Luo Shibin's appearance, Zhang Cheng squatted down and said, "What did you say, congratulations on getting rich? It's not New Year yet? I won't give you a red envelope!"

Looking at Zhang Cheng angrily, Luo Shibin wanted to eat him alive at this moment because was he saying congratulations on getting rich? He was cursing Zhang Cheng.

However, watching Zhang Cheng tease Luo Shibin, Xiao Guoqing and Sun Gan-chao were speechless.