"Bang." A deep voice is not so noticeable in this noisy and cheerful atmosphere.

However, the accompanying screams of the little girl and the heart-rending cries of the little boy quickly attracted the attention of everyone present.

Song Miaomiao's heart chuckled, and when she looked back, she was suddenly shocked that the three souls lost six souls.

I saw the thin girl riding on the little boy who was a circle older than him, dragging the boy's hair with her left hand, holding the bowl that fell to the ground and smashing the back of the boy's head with her right hand, and screaming screaming in her mouth, the boy seemed to be frightened, desperately fluttering and crying on the ground, but her thin body pressed on her body couldn't break free.

Ning Jian, who was already walking in the direction of Yueyue, saw the whole process of the matter, but he didn't have time to stop it, things had already developed in a bad direction, he could only rush to the two children as quickly as possible, grabbed Yueyue's ruthless right hand with one hand, forcibly broke her left hand that was holding the other party's hair with the other hand, and then hugged her away when Yueyue screamed and her hands and feet fluttered wildly.

The frightening scene stunned everyone present.

The little boy's parents rushed out of the crowd almost screaming in a dead silence, and the volume was so loud that Song Miaomiao's body was almost unstable and fell, so she quickly steadied her steps and squatted down to look at the little boy who was crying and crying face down.

The bloodstains on her head hurt her eyes, and if it weren't for the little boy's strength to cry, she wondered if there would be anything wrong with the child.

Before his hand touched the boy's body, his mother was there.

The boy's mother is a middle-aged woman who looks five big and three thick, and the horizontal flesh of her body makes Song Miaomiao seem to see her former figure from her, she didn't have time to raise her head, a gust of wind swept by, she could only see a black and strong thing smashing towards her, instinctively turned her head sideways, and there was a strong force on her left shoulder, although she was wearing thick winter clothes, she could still feel a piercing pain spreading to her left shoulder, her shoulder bone seemed to be smashed by a heavy object, and her body leaned back uncontrollably.

A woman's crazy roar came from his ears: "You fucking stay away from Lao Tzu's son, you slut is dead." ”

All kinds of insulting and filthy words mercilessly smashed at Song Miaomiao, who was stunned.

She was kicked to the ground for a long time and couldn't get up, there were a few familiar shouts and exclamations in her ears, she could only vaguely hear Gu Jiayin's extremely heavy cry Ermiao, she couldn't hear anything else, and she didn't want to hear it, her left shoulder bone couldn't get up, she struggled on the ground for a while and couldn't get up.

Until a pair of strong arms dragged her undamaged right shoulder and gently lifted her up from the ground.

Her body trembled uncontrollably, and she didn't even have the courage to look up and look at the fierce and scolding woman, and the familiar scent of green sandalwood was between her noses, which smelled good and soothed.

Ning Jian's subordinates tightly dragged the child's body that shook into chaff but still pretended to be calm, and there was anger in his eyes, such a straightforward and undisguised anger was something Jiang Jingnan had never seen since he met him.

The woman looked at her son lying in a pool of blood with tears in her eyes, and could not find any other solution except to cry and scold.

Seeing her son convulsive, she choked with tears, and looked at the child who was lying motionless in a pool of blood in disbelief, but she looked up viciously at Song Miaomiao, who was shrinking her head and suffering pain, looking like she was going to swallow her life alive. She watched Song Miaomiao feed Yueyue just now, and heard some rumors about these two people, and hated the two of them even more in her heart, feeling that if her son had three long and two short, even if she fought for her life, she would pull the two of them to be buried with Ma Wen.

Ning Jian saw that the middle-aged woman wanted to rush up again, her eyes were sharp, and the undisguised cold aura spread, and the woman who rushed two steps paused, swallowed a mouthful of saliva with difficulty, and a sense of crisis that stood on end of sweat hit her whole body.

She heard the handsome young man in front of her say in a deep voice: "If you really want your son to have an accident, just continue to make trouble." ”

This sentence successfully reminded the dozen or twenty melon-eating people present that they were responsible for their duties as doctors, and they quickly got up and started a series of examinations and first aid.