At the beginning, I beat Lazy, and the host is cruel.

When Zhao Duojin was peeing in the urinal, a child jumped out of the cubicle.

"Xiaoxiao, don't run around, wait for dad, I'll be fine soon."

A man squatting to defecate did not pay attention and asked his son to open the toilet door and ran out. He had no choice but to yell loudly.

"I understand, Dad, let me wash my hands first."

The little boy ran to the sink, put his feet up and stretched out his hands, but he couldn't touch the faucet or feel any water.

The little boy stamped his little feet in annoyance and glanced around with his little eyes.

Suddenly, he found a shorter sink next to it with a small footstool underneath. He happily stood up on it.

I stretched out my chubby little hand under the faucet, and soon felt the water flowing out.

The little boy happily played with the sensor faucet, stretching out his hand and retracting his hand for a while, watching the water come and go as his hand stretched and contracted, and he laughed loudly.

The little boy's father heard the laughter and shouted, "Don't get your clothes wet from playing, be careful when you go home, your mother will beat you!"

"Yeah————I know!" the little boy responded with a smile.

After peeing in the urinal, Zhao Duojin turned around and looked at the little boy playing in the water.

He glanced at the small footstool under the little boy's feet and his eyes flashed.

Zhao Duojin looked around the toilet and found that no one came out. He squinted his eyes, took a deep breath, and rushed towards the boy. After taking aim, he kicked the small footstool under the little boy's feet. He was about to kick and run away. .

The moment he stretched out his foot, Xia Mo knocked him unconscious with a knife from his hand.

The little boy who was washing his hands heard the movement behind him and looked back. He saw that a little brother had slipped and was being hugged by a big brother.

He looked at it curiously, turned his head and continued playing in the water happily.

The end of summer created a dream in Zhao Duojin's mind, as if it had really happened, that is, he kicked the little boy down, and the little boy hit his head, bleeding profusely. He grinned and admired his masterpiece. .

The little boy's screams shook the entire bathroom.

The man who was defecating inside heard the screams of the children outside, immediately cut off the stool, pocketed his pants, and ran out in a panic while shouting.

"Xiaoxiao - Xiaoxiao - what's wrong?"

After Zhao Duojin heard the man's voice, he ran out. As a result, he ran too fast and fell at the door. His head hit the corner and he was bleeding profusely like the little boy.

Xia Mo carried Zhao Duojin to the metal door of the toilet, banged it hard, and then let go, letting him fall freely to the ground.

Seeing the wound on Zhao Duojin's head that looked like a lip, with blood gushing out, Xia Mo clapped his hands in satisfaction and left, hiding his merit and fame.

Xia Mo walked out of the men's room and passed by Zhao Tian. Zhao Tian was leaning against the door of the toilet, scrolling through a certain message on his cell phone.

after awhile……

“Damn——whose child is this? Call 120!”

When the little father and his son came out of the toilet, they saw Zhao Duojin who had fainted at the door and screamed.

Zhao Tian panicked and ran to the toilet. As soon as he entered, he saw his son lying in a pool of blood.

Zhao Tian was in a trance at this moment, and his whole body was limp. He remembered that his mother was like this, lying dead in a pool of blood, and he did not dare to go forward to see his son.

Zhao Tian looked blankly at his unconscious son on the ground. He was holding on to the wall with one hand, barely standing, and his legs seemed to be filled with lead, making it difficult to move even half a step.

"Brother, is this your son? Come here and take him to the hospital!"

When the little dad took his mobile phone to call 120, he saw the pale Zhao Tian, ​​and he stepped forward and asked.

Zhao Tian nodded in a daze, his mouth opening and closing unable to say even a single word.

The little dad sighed, stepped forward to support Zhao Tian, ​​and brought him to Zhao Duojin.

It's not that he doesn't want to help hold the injured child, because his son is also beside him. He can't put down his own child to hold other people's children and run wild. It doesn't matter whether he is selfish or not, he admits it. What if his son is injured? If something happened, his family might be broken up, and he couldn't take the risk.

Helping to call 120 was already the greatest contribution he could make. The little father looked at Zhao Tian squatting on the ground and looking at the injured child, motionless, and felt very anxious.

"Dad, this brother has lost a lot of blood. Will he die?"

Xiaoxiao pouted her mouth, frowned, and asked with a worried look on her face.

The man stepped forward and covered his small mouth. "Xiaoxiao, don't talk nonsense, brother just accidentally fell, it's okay!"

The man picked up Xiaoxiao and put his little head on his shoulders to prevent him from seeing the bloody side. He was so anxious just now that he forgot to cover his son's eyes. He didn't know whether the child was frightened or not.

The man saw Zhao Tian still sitting on the ground blankly, motionless, and he felt helpless.

He worriedly released a hand and patted Zhao Tian on the shoulder, "Brother, stop being in a daze. The child is still breathing. If you delay any longer, it will be bad!"

Zhao Tian suddenly came back to his senses when he heard the words "panting". He wiped the tears that had appeared on his face for no apparent reason, picked up his son, and rushed out.

At this time, the ambulance also arrived. The doctors and nurses were carrying a stretcher and had arrived at the toilet door. They happened to meet Zhao Tian who was walking out with the child in his arms.

"Quick, put the baby on the stretcher."

The little nurse shouted to Zhao Tian.

Zhao Tian shook his legs and trembling hands, and put Zhao Duojin on the stretcher. He stared closely at his son on the stretcher and ran out with the medical staff.

After some first aid at the hospital, Zhao Duojin had no major problems. He just fainted and suffered from excessive blood loss.

"Duoduo, does it still hurt?"

Zhao Tian held Zhao Duojin's hand on the hospital bed with a heartbroken look on his face and asked gently.

Zhao Duojin turned pale and said softly, "It hurts."

"Hey...it's all dad's fault. It's dad's fault that I didn't go in with you."

Zhao Tian's distressed eyes turned red.

"I don't blame Dad, I was careless."

Zhao Duojin rolled his eyes. Although his head still hurt, he felt very happy in his heart. He didn't know if the little boy was dead.

"Good boy."

Zhao Tian looked at Duoduo who was sensible and choked up his praise. His tears fell uncontrollably. He turned his back and wiped his tears.

Zhao Duojin looked at his father secretly wiping his tears with disgust and rolled his eyes several times in a row.

"Duoduo——My dear, what's going on? Zhao Tian, ​​this is how you take care of your children."

Xia Mo ran into the ward with an anxious face and scolded Zhao Tian.