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"Maomao, are you hurt? Does it hurt? Wang Yong turned his head, carefully examining Mao Mao's body, and at the same time gently whispered and cared......

When Mao Mao heard Wang Yong's voice, she seemed to have a safe place to rely on, and the tears that broke the embankment gradually stopped, but she couldn't stop sobbing intermittently for a while.

After Wang Yong made sure that she was fine, his mood eased slightly. Although there is no danger, but the little baby falls, how can he not feel distressed?

The fat woman looked down at the man and saw that there was a hint of gloom on his resolute face. The slight beard scumbags on the chin, blending an indescribable sense of vicissitudes. The apron for cooking was still hanging on his body, and apparently he hurried over before he could take it off. Inexplicably, isn't it just an ordinary housewife and man, a moment ago, how could such a strong fear suddenly rise, as if he felt that he was about to be in trouble.

"Delusion, delusion for sure. Excuse me, this man is sick. The fat woman patted her heart and muttered to herself, while constantly comforting herself. The man in front of the meeting has a strong physique and a tall posture, so I'm afraid he is not a character to mess with. The fat woman emboldened, lifted the decibel and continued to ask, "Who are you?" ”

Wang Yong lifted the kitchen knife he accidentally brought out with one hand, and touched his chin with the other. His demeanor was quiet, with a bit of coldness. His eyes were still fixed on Maomao, and he didn't bother to look at this disgusting woman. In view of the fact that he didn't know what was going on, he couldn't be angry at people at will, suppressing his anger, and the questioning bass spat out from his mouth: "I'm her father, what happened just now?" ”

"Daddy?" The fat woman glanced at him. Yin Yang said strangely: "I've heard that this little girl is a wild child without a father at all. Where did you come from? The voice was thin and long, and it gave me goosebumps to listen to.

The cynicism of a fat woman. It fueled Wang Yong's anger at once. Seeing that his eyes were cold, he casually slapped the knife in his hand, and strode towards her.

The fat woman was shocked by an inexplicable arrogance, and in a panic, she pulled the little fat man back a few steps.

Wang Yong showed a playful smile, and after approaching, he said in a tricky way: "When Mao Mao was young, there was a time when a person made disrespectful remarks to my wife. As a result, it ended like this~" As he spoke, he raised the kitchen knife and waved it straight down in front of the fat woman, as if he was seriously restoring the real scene in the past.

Time stood still for a moment, and a cold sword wind swept through the air. The fat woman's eyes widened, and she took a big step back in fright, twisting her ankle so hard that she almost fell on her head.

Wang Yong shook his head, and then said in a colorful voice: "Later, I entered the bureau. I have been served with delicious food and drink until now. Hey, don't say it, since I came out, I really miss feeling inside. The words just fell. He swung his kitchen knife again, stared at the fat woman like a falcon, and said excitedly, "No." How many more words will you scold at my daughter? I don't know. Thanks to your blessings, Lao Tzu can go back and continue to enjoy himself. ”

Now. The fat woman's face was so pale with fright that even the circle of fat around her neck was trembling. Unexpectedly, he would meet such an extreme perverted murderer.

"You, you, don't mess around, do you know who my husband is? You can't afford to mess with it. She was still pretending to be strong on her lips, but her face had already lost her momentum, and she was no longer as arrogant as she was at the beginning.

"Yes, you, do you know who my dad is?" The little fat man saw that his mother was lagging behind, so he also stepped forward and crossed his waist to help him.

Wang Yong turned to the fat boy next to him. Bent down and touched the little fat boy's head, sighed, and deliberately misinterpreted: "Child, who is your real father, I really can't help you with this." Why don't you go back and ask your mother? ”

When the fat woman heard Wang Yong's words, her face turned green all of a sudden, and the man's words were also vicious, and in front of the child, she also slandered her innocence in disguise: "You, you deceive people too much." ”

Furious, she was still not to be outdone, her eyes were white, and she went straight to the point, saying, "Okay, I won't worry about you about this matter first, let's settle the general account first." Your daughter pushed my son down and broke his head, what do you say? ”

"Not me." When Mao Mao heard this, she immediately became anxious. While wiping his tear-filled eyes, he shook Wang Yong's arm aggrievedly and said, "Godfather, believe me, it's really not my fault." It was he who did the bad and was punished. Maomao pouted and sobbed. The cry was like a drizzle, overflowing in the corners of the eyes, getting louder and louder.

"Did you hear that? My baby said no. Hmph, I don't care about my good son, and I dare to bully others and bully my daughter. Eyes of disgust glanced at her, and her words were freezing cold. Turning away, he continued to comfort the fur. Wiping away the tears from the corners of her eyes, somehow, every time he saw Mao Mao crying, his heart would be unbearable.

The fat woman instinctively shuddered, took half a step back, and said with a pale face: "She is talking nonsense, she didn't do it herself, she accidentally fell, it's none of my business." ”

"It's none of your business?" Wang Yong turned his back to her, snorted, and showed a contemptuous smile: "Yes, you haven't touched Maomao, how can it be your business?" As soon as the words fell, Wang Yong's eyes suddenly changed color, stood up suddenly, and walked in the direction of the fat woman.

The fat woman was stunned by the sudden change, staggered and hurriedly retreated, and under the weakness of her legs, she fell to the hard bluestone slab. The moment he fell to the ground, he swiped his arm on the ground and happened to hit the sharp corner of the rock. Her arm was scratched with a long and narrow wound, blood overflowed, and she fell to the ground in pain and screamed in pain.

Wang Yong shrugged his shoulders and said scoundrelly: "Just like you said, I didn't touch you, you fell by yourself." Right? Maomao. ”

Mao Mao stopped crying, and her face, which was originally crying with pear blossoms and rain, suddenly burst into laughter.

The fat and feminine lips were blue, and there was nothing she could do about Wang Yong. Scolding is not an opponent, and fighting is a self-defeating one.

"Peng Peng, let's go, let's go to Dad to settle the score." While comforting her son, the fat woman stroked her cut arm and stared at Wang Yong viciously, as if she wanted to kill this shameless and obscene labor prisoner with sharp eyes.

In Peng Peng's crying, the fat woman had no choice but to take her son and turn away.

Wang Yong also led Maomao to prepare to go home, and when he turned around, he saw a thick smoke coming out of the kitchen. He suddenly reacted, patted his head and said, "It's over, Maomao's favorite dish." ”

Wang Yong squatted down, held Maomao's shoulder, and hurriedly explained: "Little baby, you stay here first." Good guys, godfather will go and save your dishes first. ”

"Hmm." Mao Mao nodded obediently: "Godfather, be careful." ”

"Good baby, don't worry, godfather can fight tigers when he goes up the mountain, and he can catch dragons when he goes to the sea." Wang Yong patted his chest and said, "This little thing is nothing." ”

"Godfather is amazing." Mao Mao was very happy, her pink and tender arms hugged Wang Yong, and she said affectionately: "Godfather is a big hero, Maomao likes Godfather." Cluck. ”

"Then kiss one more."

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At the same time, the fat woman and the little fat wolf Bèi are preparing to go home. Hearing a strange noise, the two subconsciously turned around and saw Wang Yong rushing into the smoke-filled kitchen, and also caught a glimpse of Mao Mao standing at the door, caring about his godfather.

In the selfish logic of this fat woman, she became what she is now, and the culprit is this hateful child. If it weren't for this kid who provoked her Peng Peng, she would not have been so insulted.

Seeing Mao Mao alone alone, a vicious thought came to her heart and occupied all her mind for a while. Losing his mind, he suddenly let go of his son's hand and accelerated towards the lonely Maomao, like a hungry lion on the African savannah, rushing towards a lamb waiting to be fed.

Wang Yong snatched back some precious ingredients, and when he came out of the smoke, he saw a scene from a distance that made his soul scatter, Mao Mao was pushed down by the woman and lay on the ground, without even crying at all.

Wang Yong suddenly rushed towards the vicious fat woman like an enraged beast, and when he was near, he got up and kicked her fat waist in one fell swoop. And the woman had not yet recovered from her shock, like a kicked ball, rolling on the road after Maomao lay a few meters away.

Wang Yong didn't know how much strength he used, and he didn't care how much injury the woman would have, at this time, he was single-minded, and he only had Mao Mao in his head. He picked up his small fluffy body and immediately galloped to the hospital.

At the same time, he also did some simple examinations on the road, and Maomao's breathing and heartbeat were quite stable. I mentioned the heart of the throat just now, and it eased up a little.

At this moment, his whole body was already soaked, and his nervous hands and feet were shaking. Even if countless guns were pointed at him, missiles bombarded him, and he would not be shocked when he was in danger, but the moment he saw this little girl injured, his heart seemed to be broken.

Inside a local hospital.

According to the doctor, Maomao is fine. I was just a little frightened, fainted, and had some slight abrasions on my knee joints, but I could fully recover as long as I recuperated quietly for a few days.

After learning the result, Wang Yong tightened his thick eyebrows and finally stretched a little. A hanging heart was also put down.

After taking the doctor's diagnosis and treatment book, Wang Yong roughly browsed it again.

"Hey, Maomao is actually of the same blood type as me?" Wang Yong was a little surprised when he saw that the column of blood type A was written on the blood type.

…… (To be continued......)