Trafford’s Trading Club

As the owner of the club, Rochu, who is empowered by the number of transactions, naturally doesn't need this kind of hassle to observe something and needs to use a different perspective.

Spiritual seeds were introduced to Nero, but it was a move in Lochu's heart - implanting this perspective seed by giving Nero the opportunity to inject a lot of trading information.

This was Rocchu's first attempt to switch to Nero's perspective for observation.

And what surprised him was that when he used Nero's perspective, he had a very different feeling —— as if he had recovered what he had felt before he became a club owner.

But when his perspective returned to him, everything was once again restored to extreme silence, like the water of the ancient well… almost dead water.

It may be possible to find… and even solve the problem of being stripped of one's emotions through Nero's perspective.

Boss Lo's move suddenly stopped and watched as he was slicing the roasted lamb leg for the night.

Seems a little faint.

“Master, is there a problem?” Put a finely cut piece of lamb in the dish in front of the owner, and Yu asked softly.

Rocciu shook his head and praised him with generosity: "It's just a feeling that you're beautiful today, too. ”

Night smiled and nodded, taking this compliment.

And he, the owner of the club again.

……

……

For little squeaks, she has a lot of treasures - children who are still in the nursery, so-called treasures that adults can't understand.

Little squeaky's treasure now is a nice, little wooden swan. This is Uncle Mark giving her -- she hasn't let this wooden swan leave her bag since she got it.

But one thing that made Creak less happy today was that the other kids in the nursery bullied her.

The thing is, the nursery teacher asked you to paint this afternoon, paint your parents with crayons —— but until the end of the day, little squeaks didn't paint the whole picture.

“Ha ha, Squeak doesn't have a dad! ”

“Squeak didn't finish his homework, he was a bad boy! ”

“Kid, be quiet. Don't bully Little Squeak like that! ”

“Slightly!! ”

Teachers in the classroom can't even stop so many kids from getting up.

If she curses, these kids will cry. If she was so vocal, she couldn't hold that head on the winner's side. She looked down at the little squeak of tears spinning in her eyes. The teacher was both heartbroken and anxious.

Little squeaky tossed the little children's desk over the floor and threw it at one of the loudest boys.

Two little guys suddenly twisted in a piece.

The result is naturally… one shot is untenable.

……

When Sanger got the call, he couldn't even take care of the tofu shop business. After closing the door, he wore slippers. Even the apron on his body didn't unravel, so he hurried.

“I'm sorry, my kids are naughty, I'm sorry, I'm really sorry. ”

Saner apologized to the parents of the child who had been bitten by a small squeak, and the teacher was here to play a circle for both sides - but his own boy had been bitten, which was a heartache for the mother who had finally given birth to a boy in her thirties years of age, obviously not intending to simply disappear.

The woman looked at Sanger angrily, pointy and bitter: “How did you teach the child? Teach like a wild child! How can you grow up so small and so barbaric? Do you steal people every day, so you don't have time for kids? ”

“Please… please show some respect?” Sanger's eyes were a little red, staring closely at each other.

“Respect?” The more ugly a woman's face becomes, "Respect must have its own face! Who doesn't know you're hiding a foreign man at home? What do you think? Did that man make you feel good? Say it! You bitch... Oops!! ”

Little squeak grabbed the woman's thigh and bit her hard.

“You son of a bitch! Bite me? Look, I'm not gonna kill you!” When a woman reaches out, she pulls up a little squeak, and when she raises her hand, she hits.

“Don't hit my daughter!” Sanger couldn't keep an eye on it. He rushed over and snatched the little squeak back.

“I must teach her a lesson today!” The woman was also vicious. The viciousness was revealed and she grabbed Sanger's hair with one hand.

“Stop it! If you do this again, I'll call the town police station!” Teacher hurried at this time: “It's not nice to go to the police station, is it? Say something! ”

Probably this kind of violent organ, for a merely fierce housewife still has an unnamed deterrent, the woman, after listening, hatefully let go of Sanger, pulled up her own son, coldly said: “I'll call the one who comes to my house later to go to your stupid shop, compare you! Huh!”

Little squeak was probably scared, grabbed San-chul's clothes, buried his face in there, and cried.

“Don't be afraid, don't be afraid, it's okay, it's okay.” Sanger softly comforted himself.

The teacher could only sigh at this moment: “Sister-in-law, it's okay, she also said the scene. If she asks for you, tell me and I'll help you. ”

Sanko looked at the teacher with gratitude... but didn't expect too much.

This teacher... says that he is a teacher, in fact, he is only a nursery worker, not even a preschool certificate, the home is here, how can he offend anyone?

Sanger sighed silently, nodded at the teacher and left with a small squeak.

On the way home, even if Third Son held her, she kept her head down all the way. Third son didn't speak either, so he held his daughter and felt that the road was much longer than it used to be.

“Mom... I'm sorry.” Little squeak with a crying cavity.

"'I'm sorry,' said Sanger. ”

Little squeak held Sanger's calf and cried: “Little squeak shouldn't hit people, little squeak shouldn't bite people... but that aunt is so bad! She, she, she cursed Mom! Squeak is so sad, so sad! ”

“It's okay, it's okay.” Sanger squatted down, hugging the little squeak, patting the little squeak back gently, softly said: “It's okay, Mom. It's okay. ”

Xiao Qiao sucked his nose at this time and said, “Mom, why don't you ask Uncle Mark to be my father...”

Sanger moved her lips, shouted a little, and was anxious and angry. “How can you say that? ”

“Because if Creek had a father, no one would laugh at Creek without a father...” Creek lowered his head: “No one would bully Mom... Mom, I want a father. ”

Saner's eyes were red and she hugged her little squeak. She leaned on her shoulder so that she could not see her face. She held on to her grief and whispered softly: “Squeaky, can Mom cook you a pill at home? ”

It probably distracts her a little bit, and she nods her head and says, "I'm gonna eat something sweet! ”

“All right, make it sweet. ”

Little squeaked into San's arms and fell asleep in the past.

Third son went home with all his heart, thinking about what little squeak had said, he couldn't help but think of the sadness of the whole road, couldn't help but keep tears... why didn't she want to, could she rely on it?

But Mark was too mysterious and fantastic for her.

Sanger shook his head.

When she returned to the door of the tofu shop, she saw a lot of people surrounded by the door of her shop. Her fingers talked, and Sanjie didn't dare to go forward immediately to ask what had happened, but looked quietly at the door of her shop.

Look at this, San-chan immediately startled his face white!

Because of the door panels in front of her store, I don't know when she was written a lot of ugly words with red spray paint!

“Shameless!”, “Slut”, "Dog men and women!”, “bitch! ” ……

Who did this? San-kun can't even imagine! She's even more afraid to find her here in these neighborhoods! Afraid they'd look at her!

Think of that sight, Sancho is all cold and scared to shake!

“Mom, haven't you come home yet? ”

The little squeak in her arms seemed to wake up when she heard the motion, and Sanjie pressed her head, then turned around and ran in from the alley and spared another lap, returning from the back alley to the back door of her tofu shop.

But here, too, she saw the big words written in red.

Sanger opened the door like crazy, then closed the door without saying a word, closed the bolt, and sat down against the door panel, hugging her own daughter, choking painfully.

“Mom, Mom, what's wrong with you? Mother... Mother... Squeak is so scared, please don't cry...”

She's just holding her own daughter tighter.

“Mom...”

Little squeaky cried, too.