The Predator of the Beautiful President

Wu Dafang had seen her son's body just now, even with a little knowledge, she could see that the wound on her son's body was not an ordinary accident, it was clearly a knife wound.

It was a fact that her son was dead, but she couldn't be so vague. If it was true that her son was killed, she would have to seek justice for her son even if she lost her entire family.

The old man who was on crutches just now also got out of the car, and said angrily: "Chenghua died so badly, we have to ask for an explanation, otherwise, we won't pick up Chenghua's body, we have to call the police."

The old man was obviously more experienced, and he explained the crux of the problem right away.

The rest of the villagers also shouted: "Yes, we must have an explanation!"

"Chenghua is a good boy. Every time he comes back, he brings us things and toys for the children. He can't just die so vaguely!"

"Murder pays for life, the murderer must be found!"

"Yes, hand over the murderer!"

……

It can be seen that these villagers are not following the yelling, but are really complaining for Tan Chenghua.

The folks in the countryside, they are simple and simple, and young people have gone out to work. It is said that distant relatives are not as good as close neighbors, so people in the same yard have excellent feelings. Everyone helps each other on weekdays, and from their language, It's not hard to hear that Tan Chenghua is a very good person and won the approval of the villagers.

It is such a good man, a good brother, but because of his own affairs, Xia Dongyang felt extremely guilty.

When everyone calmed down a little, Xia Dongyang said to Wu Dafang: "Ma'am, someone is going to deal with me. Chenghua wanted to protect me, and that's why I got hurt. I'm sorry for him!"

When Wu Dafang heard this, his complexion changed drastically, he grabbed Xia Dongyang by the collar, and shouted: "You goddamn, why do you want my son to block the knife, why, you give back my son's life, give back my son's life !"

He said, shaking Xia Dongyang desperately with both hands.

Someone shouted: "Hit him, kill him, avenge Chenghua!"

"Yes, kill him!"

……

As soon as someone yelled like this, someone immediately started to punch and kick Xia Dongyang, and someone grabbed the vegetable leaves from the vegetable field next to him and threw them at Xia Dongyang.

Zhao Xueyan stood aside. Although she was anxious, she didn't step forward. After all, Wu Dafang and others needed to vent their emotions at this time, and Xia Dongyang could only feel less guilty in this way.

At this time, several workers also watched from the sidelines and did not step forward. After all, their duty was only to bring the body over, and they did not intend to protect it. Of course, Xia Dongyang would not let them intervene.

On the side, Tan Chenghua's younger brother, Tan Chengjun, stood still, just letting his tears keep falling.

He is not very old, and he is usually a good boy no matter at home or at school. He has a slightly introverted personality, so he didn't dare to step forward.

After everyone vented for a while, they stopped, and saw that Xia Dongyang's right forehead was hit by the old man's crutches, and his face was also red and purple, and the buttons on his black shirt were ripped off. There were a few of them, revealing some scarred skin, and a green vegetable drooping on the right shoulder, the whole person was in a panic.

Wu Dafang sat on the ground limply, and wept bitterly and indignantly. At this moment, the rest of the people also stood still and fell silent.

The sky seemed to have felt Wu Dafang's grief, and it was getting dark in an instant, and Wu Dafang's grief-stricken cries could only be heard in the empty countryside.

Zhao Xueyan was secretly relieved. Although these folks kept saying that they wanted to kill Xia Dongyang, they didn't do anything.

Xia Dongyang took a deep breath, squatted down slowly, and said to Wu Dafang: "Auntie, Chenghua is my brother, he died to save me, I know, no matter how much I say at this time, I can't let you feel better.

If you are willing, I will be your son in the future, and I honor you! "

But Wu Dafang said: "No need, I have a son, the filial piety of your big boss, we poor people can't bear it!"

Hearing the resentment in her tone, Xia Dongyang just remained silent, knowing that it would be useless to talk too much at this time, so stay here silently, and do what you need immediately.

After a while, Wu Dafang gradually stopped crying, and then slowly propped himself up on the ground, trying to stand up.

Xia Dongyang hurriedly reached out to help her, but Wu Dafang waved her away. Tan Chengjun quickly came up to help his mother, but his eyes stared at Xia Dongyang with hatred. few people.

Then, Wu Dafang said to him: "Jun'er, take your brother home!"

"Well, Mom!"

Tan Chengjun responded, and the mother and son got into the car. When they reached the door of the car, Wu Dafang shouted to his father and fellow villagers: "Seniors, please help me and take my son home!"

The villagers said one after another: "Dafang, we will help you!"

"We will help you!"

……

Seeing these old, weak, sick, disabled and young folks, Xia Dongyang hurriedly stepped forward and said: "Ma'am, I have called someone, let them do it!"

But Wu Dafang said: "No need, my own son, I will find someone to take him home. Boss Xia is doing something important, thank you for sending my son back, please go back!"

There was unavoidable resentment and sarcasm in her tone, but more of it was toughness. As a mother's toughness, it is said that women are weak by nature, but mothers are strong!

The rest of the folks also said one after another: "Yes, you big bosses are all fake!"

"We watched Chenghua grow up, and we know how to handle his funeral affairs!"

"If you don't leave, we will do it!"

……

Xia Dongyang didn't know what to say for a while, but he was really worried that this group of elderly people would hurt his body if they went up to carry the ice coffin.

Zhao Xueyan, who was silent all the time, said at this time: "Ms. Wu, I know you have hatred in your heart, but the ice coffin is very heavy, it would be bad if you hurt the folks!"

But Wu Dafang said: "We don't want your ice coffin, I just want my son!"

The rest of the villagers also said: "Yes, who wants your things!"

"We will find Chenghua ourselves!"

"Get rid of you dirty things!"

……

Zhao Xueyan went on to say: "Ms. Wu, Chenghua's body has been frozen for two days, and the weather is still very hot. I know you don't want to use what we brought, but you definitely don't want Chenghua's body to suffer any damage. Let's stop Chenghua first, and we'll talk about the rest slowly, shall we?"

Wu Dafang was startled when he heard that, yes, his son's body must not be harmed.

Seeing her thinking, Zhao Xueyan immediately said to the two workers and the driver: "Masters, I'm sorry!"

Xia Dongyang also stepped forward. This time, Wu Dafang didn't stop her anymore. When the ice coffin was lifted down, she couldn't stop crying again. With Tan Chengjun's support, she followed step by step!