Morning daylight, rendering and hee. 【Fengyun Reading Network.】

But Han Dong, who was standing next to the slide, was cold in his eyes, as if he was brewing terrible anger.

I have to say that Ning Moli's influence is huge.

Originally, in Han Dong's heart, there was still some restraint and kindness. But now, no matter what it is, as long as you try to bully your sister Xiaoqian, it is an unforgivable sin.

"Akane?"

Han Dong leaned over first and looked at his sister.

Huh?

Xiao Qian was stunned when she heard her brother's voice, thinking that she was dreaming, her wrinkled little face was still panicked, and she opened her eyes little by little.

Wow.

It's really my brother.

Those watery eyes reflected the smile of his brother Han Dong.

"Brother!"

"Xiao Qian is afraid, so afraid, woo. ”

Han Qian, who was less than four years old, shook her ponytail, pounced on Han Dong, and hugged Han Dong's legs aggrievedly, with tears hidden in the corners of her eyes.

"Don't cry, don't cry. Han Dong clumsily comforted.

"Well, listen to my brother" Xiao Qian twitched her small nose and hugged her tighter: "Xiao Qian is a good child, don't cry, a good child doesn't cry." ”

Han Dong was silent.

Huh?

Xiao Qian rubbed Han Dong's jeans suspiciously, didn't get an answer, looked up in fear, and asked weakly: "Brother, did Xiao Qian do anything wrong, Xiao Qian is really not a bad child." ”

"Of course Xiaoqian is a good boy. ”

Han Dong forced a smile on the corner of his mouth, full of pity, touched the delicate little head with a ponytail, and then picked up Han Qian and handed it to his mother Chen Shu.

"Hold Xiaoqian, don't let her see. He said softly.

"Okay, then you pay attention to your proportions, and don't get too angry, that's how the bear child is. Chen Shu sat on the wooden chair, hugged Han Qian, and said in a low voice.

Phew!

Han Dong didn't answer, grabbed the ball in his hand, and walked towards the boy in formal clothes who was still shouting.

He believes that the principle of handling things of the master is very reasonable. For example, sometimes, there is no need to be reasonable, and the best plan is to counter violence with violence and suppress everything by force.

"Hey!"

"Hurry up and give me the ball back!"

The boy in the formal suit pointed at Han Dong, as if he was angry.

Seeing Han Dong's face, the woman with heavy makeup was finally willing to take a step and walked here: "Hey, the child is still young and ignorant, just playing with you, don't take it too seriously." ”

Smack.

Smack.

Han Dong didn't respond and continued to walk towards the boy in formal clothes.

But when the boy heard his mother's dissuasion, he habitually came to his senses. It's always been like this, as long as my mother speaks, I'll be fine.

Eyes flickered.

He actually took the initiative to run towards Han Dong, who was approaching step by step, and tried to kick Han Dong.

"Give me back the ball!"

As soon as his right foot kicked out, Han Dong took a step, his left palm was like a flat boat riding the wind and waves, and he instantly slapped this right leg, slapping him almost to the ground, and then grabbed his formal clothes and suddenly lifted it up!

Whew!

The formal wear was torn a little.

Han Dong's left palm was like an iron tong, fixing him in the air, and his right palm grabbed the ball and smashed it towards his childish and vicious face.

Boom!

The ball made its first intimate contact with his face.

The boy in the formal suit was stunned, his nose instantly soured, and his head was confused. And the woman with heavy makeup was also stunned, and immediately rushed to Han Dong like crazy: "Are you crazy? ”

In a flash.

The boy in the formal suit was ready to cry rather cooperatively.

Boom!

A second intimate touch descended on his face.

Bang!

The third, fourth, and fifth Han Dong's face was cold, looking down on the boy in formal clothes without sadness, joy or anger, like a fierce beast hidden deep in the mountains and forests, looking indifferently and mercilessly, without the slightest pity.

"He's still a kid!"

"You're crazy, I'm going to call the police, you stop me!" The woman with heavy makeup rushed towards Han Dong, but was pushed by Han Dong casually, and fell to the ground, numb and paralyzed.

It's just the effect of a hint of cohesion.

She felt that she could barely make a sound, her whole body was limp, and she couldn't lift her strength at all.

"He's young. ”

"How can you do that. The woman with heavy makeup shouted weakly.

No matter what she thinks, the intimacy continues.

Pong!Pong!Pong!

The seventh, eighth, and ninth time the boy in formal clothes became blue and swollen, he was really frightened, his usually fierce body was already paralyzed, and he could only be like a rag doll, being tightly carried in the air by Han Dong, and slapped again and again.

"Ahh

He tried to cry and scream, but suddenly, the oncoming ball shattered the possibility of crying out.

"No!"

He finally wanted to ask for mercy, and all his arrogant thoughts and unreasonable concepts collapsed into nothingness at this moment.

Disheveled!!

With the twelfth slap, Han Dong withdrew his right palm and stared faintly at the boy in formal clothes whose face was already bruised: "Do you know what's wrong?"

Enh!

The boy in formal clothes could only nod his head wildly, tears of fear flowed from the corners of his eyes, he only felt that his face was very painful, his eyes contained lingering hatred, and his heart was full of darkness, despair and unwilling anger.

Han Dong shook it twice casually, his eyes did not fluctuate, and he even wanted to laugh.

Mercy, soft-heartedness, non-existent.

How can you forgive all evil because you are young?

In the face of an ignorant, unscrupulous, unreasonable little thing, there is and only violent sanctions.

Finally.

The boy in formal clothes gritted his teeth and stared at Han Dong.

What was wrong with him, obviously he didn't do anything wrong? And he was so young, no matter what he did, he couldn't be beaten or scolded, and he felt a sense of grievance that covered the sky and the sun, and swept through his heart.

"Wow—ahh

"Woo-ahh

It's a pleasurable cry that resounds like a wild boar howling around the slide.

In fact, this is his last resort.

Even if you scratch the door of a beautiful car last time, and you just cry a lot, and nothing happens, then you should cry again and cry after crying, right?

He thought to himself, crying even harder.

With a frightened cry of the hearer and the panicked cry of the listener, it echoed in the community, and tears began to flow on his face.

It's disgusting.

Han Dong frowned and threw him to the ground.

The boy in the formal suit stumbled to the ground and continued to try, the louder he cried, the more he proved himself right.

"Let me ask you, do you know what is wrong?" Han Dong said lightly.

He continued to cry.

"Don't cry yet, answer my question, do you know what's wrong?" Han Dong continued.

He was still crying.

The boy in his formal suit, sitting on the cold ground, his heart was on fire, because he knew that there must be eyes from all directions, looking at him.

Chen Shu, who was sitting on the wooden chair, covered her daughter Han Qian's ears with both hands, ignoring Han Qian's curious little eyes, and looked at her son with a dull gaze.

Is this his own son, Xiaodong?

Too ruthless, too ruthless, and too comfortable in my heart.

"I'm going to call the police!"

The woman with heavy makeup gritted her teeth and stared at Han Dong viciously.

The children and parents next to the slide all looked at Han Dong with a frightened expression, and couldn't help but shiver and tremble in their hearts.

Terrible!

This is a terrible man!

On this morning, the surrounding residents also looked over, looked at each other, and involuntarily came here. Two or three residents looked at each other with a clear look in their eyes, and then they couldn't stop laughing and whispering.

No one stopped them, but they were all watching the excitement with relish.

Alas.

Han Dong looked at the boy in formal clothes and sighed lightly.

His face was full of helplessness, but his eyes were like a dead ocean, quiet and cold, with only endless coldness.

"You don't understand people. ”

"But you know the words of provocation, how can you not understand them. It's weird, are you looking down on me?"

Han Dong seemed to have doubts and took two steps forward.

When the boy in the dress saw this behavior, he cried more and more violently, and thought that his crying had finally worked, and sat back and waited for an apology.

After a moment.

Han Dong took a breath, bent over, blocked the Hexi Riguang that was about to noon, and leaned close to the ear of the boy in formal clothes, and suddenly roared: "Shut up!!"

Shut up!!shut up!shut up!shut up!

This thunderbolt was like a majestic thunder above the sky, suddenly shattering the earth, roaring in the air, turning into boundless shocks, instantly filling his mind.

It was like a giant tripod, and it exploded suddenly.

"Ahh

The boy in the formal suit screamed miserably, stopped crying, his face showed horror, and he looked at Han Dong who blocked the sunlight and looked like a shadow.

No, it shouldn't.

At this time, he only had one idea.

"Do you know what's wrong?" Han Dong said expressionlessly.

The head of the boy in the formal suit was vibrating, as if a hundred thousand gongs were exploding in unison, the eardrums of the explosion were a little painful, and the heart of the explosion was trembling, and he was about to be demented on the spot.

He finally understood.

What is the feeling of the people who are suddenly yelling in their ears?

He replied again and again: "Yes, yes, yes, I was wrong, I really knew it was wrong, I shouldn't bully my sister-"

Syllable!

"That's my sister!" Han Dong slapped him.

With a crisp sound, his left cheek was bruised, and he was directly knocked to the ground, his head was stunned, and there was no more lawless ferocity.

Whining.

Whining.

He sobbed softly, pursed his thick lips, and did not dare to speak again. From the bottom of his heart, he thinks that he is the most aggrieved child in the world.

The woman with heavy makeup next to her was also stunned, staring at Han Dong even more viciously.

This is also unreasonable!

My own son was slapped inexplicably!

Han Dong glanced coldly at the boy in formal clothes, he couldn't show the slightest pity, the most vicious and hateful person was not the Xiong family, but an unscrupulous child, because he didn't know what the boundary between good and evil was.

Over the years,

There are many terrible sins committed by children.

Thinking of this, Han Dong simply walked up to the woman with heavy makeup and said indifferently: "Remember, there is no next time." Otherwise, I'll ruin your family. ”

Hiss.

The woman in heavy makeup gasped and wanted to scream.

When she wanted to be the same as usual, she saw Han Dong's ruthless eyes, as if revealing a ruthless tiger with sharp claws, and her heart was cold, and she didn't dare to fight back.

The next moment.

Han Dong's eyes flashed with a hint of pity, shook his head, walked to his mother and Xiaoqian, and went home together, sighing secretly in his heart: "You don't know anything about death. ”

Chen Shu doesn't know, Xiaoqian doesn't know, no one knows.

Only Han Dong himself noticed that the windows and curtains of the buildings in the oblique direction were opened, as if there was a ruthless beast in the real concept, looking at this place.

He is only a small punishment and a big commandment.

But if you change to your own master, I am afraid that the whole family will be stained with blood.

Ning Moli's residence.

Sizzle.

A cigarette burned out.

Sizzle.

The two cigarettes continued to burn out.

The wrinkled old face showed a cloudy and uncertain look, holding a third cigarette, and looked at Xiaoqian's pink-colored back from afar, and sighed heavily.

"Alas. ”

"Come to think of it, I should still be a kind Grandpa Ning, not too cruel, not too violent. Ning Moli withdrew his faint and flickering gaze, looked at the book in his hand, and muttered to himself.

Phew.

The curtains are drawn.

The living room was dark again, and there was a dead silence.