Chapter 1755: Occupy My Shop and Beat Me

Chapter 1755 Occupy my shop and beat me

Although Qingwen is more than seven years old and almost eight years old, he has been abused in the past few years, and his five-year-old child is about the same as a three-year-old child, although he has recovered in recent years, he is still shorter than his peers, and no one doubts that he is only six years old.

Such a small child generally only buys half a ticket, and in the case of a sleeper, parents are reluctant to help him buy a bed, at most only buy a half ticket for a seat, and then follow the adult to squeeze a bed.

Therefore, the middle-aged woman was a little surprised when she heard that Qingwen had a ticket, and she thought that Qingwen did not buy a ticket, but followed the adult.

Even the big waves and small vines were surprised. I thought it was because the guests of this bunk hadn't arrived yet, so this little ghost occupied it first and slept for a while, but I didn't expect that he actually bought a ticket?

"Why, I can't buy tickets when I'm young?, is there such a rule?" Qingwen rolled his eyes.

If it was an ordinary person, it would be enough to know that other people's children had tickets, but when the middle-aged woman saw that they said so many words, the two adults in this box did not come out, so she thought that the child was alone. At least, not with the other two people in this box.

So, he simply turned on the domineering mode: "I don't care if you buy a ticket or pick up a ticket, you roll off this bunk for the old lady." ”

With that, he reached out and pulled Qingwen directly off the bed.

Hou Tiange looked at Mengyu, but found that Mengyu was still reading, and it seemed that the mother and daughter were not bullying hers. He wondered in his heart, why didn't she care? They came together!

However, he immediately stroked his forehead again: this girl is a monk, and that child is her apprentice, so naturally he is also a monk.

Even if her apprentice is only one or two levels of qi refining, can he be bullied?

He's better to continue watching the show.

Sure enough, when the middle-aged woman reached out to pull Qingwen down, she found that Qingwen's arm gave her a feeling of not slipping, just a shake, and then let go, she grabbed it again, he shook it again, and he couldn't catch it.

The middle-aged woman's anger rose: "I still don't believe it, I won't be able to catch you as a dead boy." This time, she simply dropped the bag in her hand and reached out to grab Qingwen's shoulders with both hands, trying to lift him out of bed.

Qingwen was originally sitting cross-legged on the bed, but when her hands were about to arrive, she slipped back and let go of the other party's hands, as if intentionally, as if unintentionally, as soon as her feet stepped on, she kicked on the stomach of the middle-aged woman.

The woman suddenly felt a sharp pain in her abdomen, sat down on the ground, screamed, and scolded: "You dead boy, you dare to kick someone? I'm going to die, I'm going to see a doctor, my daughter call a doctor for me, I'm going to die......"

Xiaoman suddenly panicked: "Mom, Mom, what's wrong with you, yes, doctor, I'm going to call a doctor, which brother, sister, uncle and aunt do a favor, call the doctor, my mother was beaten by this kid and couldn't get up." ”

The box on the train was originally only semi-closed, and when she shouted, people from the left and right boxes suddenly ran over, looking at this side and shouting:

"What's going on?"

"This aunt said that the kid hit someone. ”

"That kid is only six or seven years old, right?

"It's almost the same to say that this aunt beats people by herself?"

Someone in the box next to him had already paid attention to the middle-aged woman when she came. When she heard someone ask, she said, "It was this aunt who said that the child occupied her sleeper and wanted to beat the child, and the child accidentally kicked her on her foot between the way in, and she sat down and shouted." ”(https:)

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