Chapter 477: Father and son reunited

Fu S City Welfare Institute—

First floor.

"Look, that broom star is here again."

"Go, go, hurry and hide."

"What's going on? Isn't he just an ordinary little boy? Why is he a broom star?"

"Then you don't know about this child; he was sent to our welfare institute by people from the hospital five years ago. At that time, there was a foster family that adopted him, but they sent him back in less than three months, and the male master of that family broke his leg!"

"But this isn't necessarily the little boy's problem; maybe the male master's luck was bad, so his leg broke."

"Many of us thought so too, but half a year later, another couple adopted this little boy, and guess what happened?"

"What happened?"

"As a result, the pigs raised by that couple all died! Think about it, the whole family was counting on the two pigs they raised to earn some money for the New Year, but..."

"This is the second couple; it doesn't necessarily explain the problem."

"Yes, but half a year later, another couple adopted him, and then that couple died in a car accident, and this little boy returned to our welfare institute again!"

The person who originally wanted to speak up for the little boy closed his mouth completely; in less than two years, three families had accidents; it was indeed quite metaphysical.

"This is not all. After all, he is a boy, and families without boys want to adopt boys, right? Then, one after another, he was adopted several times, but without exception, they would be sent back within half a year..."

"It wouldn't be what I'm thinking, would it?"

"It is exactly what you are thinking. All the families that adopted the little boy had blood disasters; either people died or accidents happened! So much so that no one has adopted this little boy in the last two years."

"My god!"

Finally knowing why everyone was tight-lipped and avoided this little boy!

However, the little boy, who was in the middle of the public opinion storm and avoided by everyone, was expressionless as he entered and left the welfare institute freely.

A little girl in a wheelchair saw him and shouted—

"Brother Maomao!"

The little boy stopped, nodded slightly, and then continued to drag the plastic sack toward the outside.

Summer vacation had arrived, and the children in their welfare institute were all on summer vacation. He needed to pick up bottles and trash outside as soon as possible to earn money for his living expenses for the next semester.

Although reading was free, the school didn't provide food and lodging, and he still had to return to the welfare institute to sleep. If he returned late, there would be no food, so if he didn't want to go hungry, he had to pick up more trash and earn more living expenses.

It was just that sometimes, he always felt it shouldn't be like this.

He should be carefree, worry-free about food and clothing, and enjoy everything most beautiful in the world.

The families that adopted him before, the older sisters and younger sisters inside, all said he was a freak, like a rat in a sewer.

Sometimes he would have a sense of identification; he seemed to be born to be in the dark, curled up behind the dark...

Thinking and walking on the road, he didn't notice the car in front. Uh, a sharp braking sound rang out, and he fell to the ground in shock, his palms broken, rubbing out a lot of blood.

"Little brat, don't you know the way? Walking on the side of the road without looking, are you trying to get hit by me?"

A middle-aged man with a full face of flesh walked down from the car, cursing.

After seeing the face of the little boy on the ground clearly, he suddenly widened his eyes and shouted in disbelief—

"Manjin?"

Maomao looked up, looking at the strange middle-aged man with an unfamiliar face.

What Manjin or not Manjin, he was called Maomao!

"Hey, you are my son Manjin; I am your dad! I just said you were lucky, how could you be buried in the sea of fire with that cheap woman?"

Zhou Haitao enthusiastically helped the little boy up, checking without a sound whether there was anything unusual behind the little boy's butt, and after noticing there was nothing unusual, his heart was happy.

Heaven didn't treat him thinly; he finally met his biological son who didn't die!

Father and son reunited; no matter how much money he earned in the future, he finally had a place to land, and his heart was much more stable!

"Ah, you say you are my dad, what evidence do you have?"

Maomao sized up this strange middle-aged man; he seemed a bit familiar, but he couldn't remember where he had seen him.

"I am your dad; when you were little, I divorced your mom. Your mom, that cheap woman, she took you away and grabbed the house, driving me and your grandpa out of the house, and then didn't let us meet!

Later, a fire, the forensic doctor and the public security said you both died in that fire..."

Zhou Haitao wailed sincerely, seemingly happy for the reunion and seeing his son alive.

Maomao was not a three-year-old child now; he was eight years old.

In just three years, he had changed countless families, and he could distinguish the truth from the lies in what adults said about the ugliness of human nature.

This middle-aged man in front of him might be his biological father, but the truth was definitely not like what the other party said.

Looking at the other party's clothes and the car behind the other party, his eyes flashed, and he lowered his eyelids.

"Good child, you have suffered all these years; come back with Dad. Dad is now a small boss of a coal factory, and there is plenty of money!

I can give you good living conditions; the money Dad earns is all for you. You are Dad's only son!"

Zhou Haitao threw out the bait; he didn't believe it. The son looked so down and out; he should be the kind who hadn't seen the world.

As a biological father, and treating him so well, could he not take the bait and go with him?

"Are you really my dad?"

Maomao's tone trembled, with a trace of crying, as if questioning why the other party hadn't appeared for so many years?

He had a decision in his heart. Since the orphanage couldn't give him a good life, and no one else was willing to adopt him, he might as well follow this so-called biological father and pretend to be obedient, and then get what he wanted.

"Yes, I am your dad; you look exactly like me when I was little. I won't recognize my own biological flesh and blood wrong!

Don't worry, your aunt and I haven't had children all these years; you are our only child when you come home, and we will send you to the best school, and my property will be yours in the future!"

Zhou Haitao helped his son up with heartache, seeing his son dressed so shabbily and his palms scratched with blood, he hurriedly took his son into the car, preparing to take his son to the hospital to bandage the wound.

All these years, he and his current wife hadn't been able to have children. After checking at the hospital, they knew that they were old and their bodies had some problems, so they couldn't have children at all!

Instead of letting the family property fall into the hands of others, it was better to pick up this biological son and re-educate him. Anyway, the child was young, and if he gave him more candy and sweetness, he would definitely be close to them!

And in fact, would it be like this?

Many years later, Zhou Haitao, whose hands and feet were broken and whose tendons were picked, knew that he shouldn't have picked up a white-eyed wolf! ===== CHAPTER 478 =====