On the Necessary and Sufficient Conditions for Harvesting a Male God

35. Hands-on

Soon it was another week, and that afternoon Nie Chuan suddenly received a call from Aunt Wang, calling their front desk.

Mom and Aunt Wang ran into each other in the small park. If it weren't for the many acquaintances inside, they would have almost started a fight.To be exact, my mother almost hit Aunt Wang, because Aunt Wang had been holding the child and couldn't fight back.

At first, my mother was still stable, after all, his head was bleeding that day.

Although he didn't fight back and just left with the child in his arms, she was still a little afraid. This was not his eldest son, he was ruthless, a murderer who could fight her in front of a roomful of people.

However, the problem still needs to be solved, so after guessing his injury healed, she couldn't sit still anymore.

Nie Chuan looked at his cell phone in the taxi, and there were two missed calls from his mother. At that time, he was leading a guest to practice, and the cell phone was not with him.

Aunt Wang’s family also lives in the courtyard of the Ermao Factory, but it was built a few years later. It is a little farther away from his house and the house is better, but there is only a small park around. Every afternoon, after Xiaofei wakes up from a nap, she will take the children. Play in the past.

Half an hour had passed when Nie Chuan arrived, and the crowd hadn't dispersed yet, and Xiao Fei's crying and mother's scolding could be clearly heard.

The main content is that Aunt Wang Ping does not have the ability to let her son get a grandson out of her house, so she wants to take advantage of her family and has no good intentions. Every sentence has a certain body organ as a particle of the tone.

He separated the crowd and went in, and saw the little nephew in Aunt Wang's arms at a glance, his face was covered with tears and snot, his voice was already hoarse, and Aunt Wang was wiping.

Wipe the child twice, and wipe yourself twice.

On the way here, Nie Chuan still thought that he must endure it. He didn't want to taste it after fighting with his mother last time, but the moment he saw his little nephew, he thought of the situation where the child was curled up and fell asleep by the mahjong table.

The fire rushed directly to the top of his head, he pushed away one hand on his hips and pointed at Aunt Wang's mother, and hugged his little nephew.

He came from behind diagonally, and my mother didn't see it. Although she exerted all her strength, she was still thrown to the ground.

The sharp voice stopped for a moment, and then broke out even louder, "Nie Chuan, you bastard, you are crazy! I am your mother! How dare you hit me! You beat your own mother for such an old cousin! You have the ability Come and beat me to death! I'm dead!"

As he said that, he was about to get up and rush towards him.

Nie Chuan held his little nephew with one hand, and put his other hand on the child's ear, pressing him against his chest.Before my mother got up, I kicked her leg.

With a clever effort, my mother sat on the ground again, this time even the humming disappeared, and it was instantly quiet.

It was the mother who reacted first, and she yelled out the highest voice of the day, "Bastard! You hit your own mother! You are a thunderbolt! My mother will fight with you!"

This time she crawled over to arrest him, but Nie Chuan made a second kick with a blank expression.He kicked her on the shoulder, and my mother suddenly lay face down on the ground.

It's still clever, it won't hurt, but it looks very ruthless.All the melon eaters were shocked, this, this, this is the son beating his own mother, and he is so ruthless!

Mom was also frightened by his unhesitating shot, especially when she saw his cold eyes looking down.

The hum of the crowd grew louder.

At first, everyone thought Wu Hui was too much, but now that she couldn't stand being kicked by her son, they began to feel sorry for her. Of course, there were also some people who were happy to watch the excitement. Nie Chuan heard someone shouting, "Good! Good fight!"

There was also a loud echo, "Okay, come again! Come again!"

Out of the corner of his eye, he positioned the person, and the person flashed in quickly, and he kicked the two of them before they even put their smiles away.

One fell on his back and the other fell to his knees.

Before they got up, Nie Chuan went up to mend a few feet. One of them was kicked and rolled on the ground a few times, while the other curled up with his head in his arms.

The shot was so fast and the action was so hard that the person being beaten didn't even make a sound.

Nie Chuan hugged the child and walked slowly around the fallen two people. The crowd backed up and asked him to draw a big circle.

The icy eyes swept across, and the crowd of people who made a fuss were as quiet as chickens.

Those two unlucky ones just didn't know this evil spirit, and whoever of them has been living here doesn't know the two sons of the Nie family!The eldest son is a genius and filial son, while the younger son is cold-hearted.

The spectators seem to have been pressed the "pause" button, and they all avoid him when his eyes pass by, not daring to look at each other.Nie Chuan waited for a while, seeing that the little nephew in his arms had fallen asleep, and managed to calm down.

"roll!"

Not loud.The little nephew fell asleep and couldn't be woken up.

As far as the eye can see, the crowd is scattered.

He looked at his mother who was still sitting on the ground, and said softly, "You, force his father to death, force his mother away, you said that he has nothing to do with you anymore, that's fine, my brother, Xiao Fei, is entrusted to me, he is me Son, it won't be so simple if you dare to hurt him again."

"If you want to make trouble, just come to me." Thinking of the child's shock today, the fire that he could barely suppress in his heart boiled again.

This time my mother didn't scold, but cried mournfully.

Nie Chuan ran out wearing only a sports vest and shorts, with nothing on him except his mobile phone.Aunt Wang came over and handed over a tissue.

Looking at the little nephew who was still sobbing from time to time in his sleep, it was obvious that he had been crying for a long time today, and his heart ached terribly.Gently wiped away the teardrops from the corners of the child's eyes, and then whispered, "Aunt Wang is a burden to you."

Wang Ping only cared about the child just now, and she has been scolded all the time-she wanted to scold her back but was afraid of scaring the child, who was still the child of the person who scolded her. . . . . .I was really wronged, but Nie Chuan still saw fear in her eyes.

It's not a good thing for him to do this to his mother.