I pamper the little baby in 80

Yuan's mother choked in anger, and threw the kitchen knife in her hand, bang bang, as if venting her anger.

"Huh? Second brother, why do you smell of steamed stuffed buns?" The third son of the Yuan family shook his nose, and leaned over to smell it beside Yuan Hongjun: "Second brother, have you eaten steamed buns yet? I want to eat them too."

While speaking, Yuan Hongkai reached out his hand to take out Yuan Hongjun's pocket, not polite at all.

"What are you doing!" Yuan Hongjun frowned, took a step back, and snapped open the paws of the third son of the Yuan family.

The back of the Yuan family's youngest was beaten red, surprise flashed in his eyes, he rolled his eyes, and shouted angrily, "Mom, come quickly, my second brother has gone out to eat out, did he steal money from the family?"

"Go to the restaurant, second child, are you going to the restaurant?" Yuan's mother threw the radish and trotted over when she heard the younger son's words. When she smelled the buns on Yuan Hongjun's body, her small eyes stared at the boss: "Oh, there are meat buns all over your body. Alright, you’ve learned how to steal money! Your parents are at home eating vegetables, but you’re stealing money and going out to eat meat.”

Mother Yuan's saliva splashed through the cracks in the sunlight, and she could clearly see it.

Yuan Hongjun frowned uncomfortably, took a step back, and said in a cold voice: "All the money at home is in yours, and I don't know where it is, how can I steal it?"

Mother Yuan was a typical coward. When she heard Yuan Hongjun's tone, she felt that her authority was being challenged. At that time, she was furious, picked up the fly swatter on the table, and slapped Yuan Hongjun.

"Bah, who knows what sneaky things you have been doing in the past few years in the country. You are a wolf-hearted thing. I would rather give birth to a quail if I gave birth to you."

Yuan Hongjun couldn't dodge for a while, and was beaten straight up. He wore an undershirt in Xia Tian, ​​and his whole back was so hot that his face turned gloomy.

"I see that some people can't learn enough."

In this era, filial piety is more important than heaven.Parents have made big mistakes, and children can't say a word.

The original owner was a well-known dutiful son, and it was even less likely that he would rebel against his parents.

That's how he indulged the whole family of the Yuan family, stepping on his bones to suck blood.

Yuan Hongjun was not that saw-mouthed gourd. He turned his wrist, stepped forward with a gloomy expression, and snatched the fly swatter from Mother Yuan's hand with his backhand.

"Boss, you've turned the world upside down! I'm your mother and father, what's wrong with beating you. Ahhh! Give me the fly swatter, give me!"

Frightened by her son's aura, Yuan's mother took a step back. The things in her hands were taken away, and she put her hands on her hips and scolded angrily.

"very good!"

Yuan Hongjun put one hand in his pocket, raised the corners of his lips, glanced at Yuan Laosan who was standing by watching the fun, and shook his hand fiercely.

Snapped!Snapped!

The bamboo handle hit Yuan Laosan heavily, and he jumped up with a cry of pain.

No matter how Yuan Laosan hid, the bamboo sticks fell on him.

"Ah! Boss Yuan, you are so crazy." The third Yuan was stunned by the beating, and when he came back to his senses, he hugged his head and wailed in pain: "Oh, ouch, it hurts, it hurts to death. Mom! Mom! Stop him quickly."

Yuan Hongjun's bamboo sticks were fast and ruthless, and they were very skilled in hitting, that is, to control the force so as not to make people bleed, but they hit the painful spot every time.

"Ah! You are a boss who kills thousands of knives, what are you doing to beat your brother, let go."

Seeing that her darling had been beaten, Yuan's mother rushed to stop her like crazy.

Yuan Hongjun is more than 1.8 meters tall. Although he is a little thinner, Yuan's mother and Yuan Hongkai are like chickens in front of him.

The sound of the bamboo stick beating the opponent's skin and flesh stopped. After ten strokes, Yuan Hongjun finally stopped.

"Does it hurt? It hurts me too." Yuan Hongjun sneered, slapped it, dropped the fly swatter, and said in a cold voice: "Mom, if you hit me again in the future, I will hit me ten times and a hundred times more. On the third brother, if you don’t believe me, you can try it.”