Wang Jiao was pushed to the ground by Mrs. Qian, her palm fell to the ground, and the person also fell to the ground.

She only felt a pain in her palm, and as soon as she raised her hand, a pair of white and tender little hands, a piece of tender flesh in her palm was cut, and bright red blood beads suddenly rose outward.

When the little ghost saw the blood oozing from Wang Jiao's palm, he was even more angry and blew his beard and glared.

Staring at its holes, her eyes snorted and looked at Mrs. Qian, and began to ask Wang Jiao's opinion.

"Master, master, what is this dead old woman going to do with her?"

The little ghost said, still suspended above Mrs. Qian's head, shaking its white rag body, the whole thing is a look like you don't stop me, I want to clean her up, clean her up.

Wang Jiao was also angry with Mrs. Qian, she didn't go to her for trouble, revenge for the discarded revenge of the year, Mrs. Qian dared to shoot at herself first, she didn't know whether she was alive or dead.

Although she was also thinking about cleaning up Mrs. Qian, Wang Jiao was still a little rational at this time, and she didn't let the little ghost mess around directly, she gave the little ghost a hint to act at the right time.

Then the little ghost nodded clearly, staring at Mrs. Qian with an expression that I don't kill you, I won't be the little ghost uncle, just wait for her to show her flaws, and then give her a hard blow.

As soon as Zhao Qiuyue and Qian Jun looked up, what they saw was Wang Jiao's bloody hands.

On the white palms, the worn palms, and the extraordinarily bright red blood stabbed into the eyes of the two of them like that, stinging their hearts.

Both of them were angry, angry, and heartbroken, and full of self-blame.

People are right under their noses, and they are bullied like this, so how can they not be angry, angry, and blame themselves in their hearts.

couldn't take care of Mrs. Qian anymore, and both of them rushed to Wang Jiao's face.

Qian Jun looked at Wang Jiao's injured hands, and the distress and self-blame in his eyes instantly turned into anger.

As soon as he turned around, he grabbed Mrs. Qian's front as soon as he stretched out his hand, pulled forward violently, stared at her viciously, and shouted angrily: "Why are you moving her?" Why are you? ”

He gritted his teeth and shouted angrily, with undisguised anger in his voice, this strong momentum scared Mrs. Qian into a thrill, and for a while, the whole person was scared stupid, so she could only open her eyes wide, looking at Qian Jun who was grabbing her in horror, and she didn't dare to come out.

This kind of Qian Jun has never been seen before, this momentum is too terrifying, and Mrs. Qian is trembling with fright.

Zhao Qiuyue held Wang Jiao's injured hands in distress, her eyes were even redder, and tears flowed out directly.

Looking at the hands that were still oozing with beads of blood, she only felt that her heart was like a knife.

This is the child she was thinking about in her heart, and now she finally went home, and in just a few hours, she was hurt like this under her nose.

But why did she hurt her?

Zhao Qiuyue clenched her teeth, tears streaming down.

At this moment, the fear of Mrs. Qian in her heart was suddenly replaced by anger, and even gave birth to a strong hatred.

She has bullied herself for more than ten years, and bullied her children for more than ten years.

If it weren't for her, how could she have been separated from her daughter for twelve years.

Twelve years of pain of separation, she never forgot for a moment.

She raised her head and glared at Mrs. Qian fiercely, her eyes were as sharp as knives, cold and piercing, and she was so angry that she couldn't rush up and tear her up immediately.

This look made Mrs. Qian, who was already scared by Qian Jun tremble, and her heart trembled.

What did she mean by looking at herself with such a cannibalistic look?

Mrs. Qian had never seen Zhao Qiuyue dare to look at herself with such eyes.

She just felt that the mother and son were too wrong today.

They must all be crazy, otherwise how dare they do this to themselves?

How did this person, who had been weak for more than ten years, suddenly become tough?

It's impossible.

Facing Zhao Qiuyue and Qian Jun, who suddenly became tough, Mrs. Qian's heart instantly shrank.

can only say that in fact, Mrs. Qian herself is a person who bullies the weak and is afraid of the hard.

It is said that motherhood is strong, but Zhao Qiuyue has been weak for more than ten years, and Mrs. Qian didn't expect that she would suddenly become tough today.

Qian Wen and Qian Wu, who were proudly watching the show in the kitchen, were also shocked when they saw that the invincible Mrs. Qian was actually restrained today.

Even Qian Hao on the side was so shocked that his mouth opened slightly, and his big eyes opened even more, and he looked completely shocked.

Qian Wen and Qian Wu opened their eyes even wider, looking at Qian Junzheng's vicious hand grabbing Mrs. Qian's placket, and couldn't help but swallow a mouthful of saliva in their throats.

My God, Qian Jun is going to rebel.

Death, death......

At this time, Qian Dacheng finally came back, and as soon as he entered the courtyard, what he saw was the picture of Qian Jun holding Mrs. Qian's clothes tightly, and his mind suddenly buzzed, and he felt that the sky was about to fall. The heart suddenly rose to his throat, and even the vest oozed cold sweat.

Is this kid going to poke a hole in the sky?

Qian Dacheng hurriedly ran in the direction of the kitchen, and then went to pull Qian Jun's hand that was holding Mrs. Qian's placket.

"What are you doing, kid? Don't you know it's your milk? Don't let go, hurry up and apologize to her. ”

In a fit of rage, Qian Jun turned his head to look at him, although he was very reluctant, he still let go of Mrs. Qian.

Because he knew that Qian Dacheng was back, he couldn't do anything to Mrs. Qian.

In fact, Qian Jun also knew in his heart that even if Qian Dacheng didn't come back, he couldn't do anything to Mrs. Qian.

After all, it was his titular grandmother who pressed too many restraints on the top, and Mrs. Qian cleaned them up and called them discipline, and if he moved Mrs. Qian, it would be called disobedience and unfilial piety. He didn't care about this crime, but he still had to take care of the reputation of his parents and younger siblings.

He really couldn't beat her, and what he did just now was just to scare her.

Qian Jun let go of Mrs. Qian, but instead of obediently coming forward to apologize to her as usual, he walked in front of Wang Jiao and reached out to check her hands.

On the palm that was worn out into his eyes, it was already blood-red, and he only saw a burst of anger in his heart, and then a distress.

"Doesn't it hurt?" Qian Jun asked in a low choked voice.

Wang Jiao glanced at him, but nodded.

It's so painful.

She glanced coldly, Mrs. Qian, who was hiding behind Qian Dacheng, she had written down this hatred.

Qian Hao also saw Wang Jiao's hands at this time, and suddenly rushed to her, stretched his neck, leaned into Wang Jiao's hands, looked at the wound on her palm, and frowned.

He glanced at Wang Jiao's frowning brows in pain, and as soon as his eyes rolled, he immediately had an idea in his heart, and he squeezed Wang Jiao's eyes.