Although Song Qingchun didn't dare to look at Song Menghua, he could feel that his gaze stopped on his lower abdomen.

I don't know if the little sesame seed has a sense, and the abdomen throbbed twice under Song Menghua's gaze.

"Pregnant?" Song Menghua's tone was much more relaxed than just now, probably because the anger had not subsided, and the tone was still with a touch of evil, which made Song Qingchun startled in his heart, biting his lip, his head lowered even more, and after a while, she snorted like a mosquito, "um".

The expression on Song Menghua's face did not change much, and he continued to stare at Song Qingchun's abdomen.

His appearance made the atmosphere of the whole scene a little depressed and stagnant.

All the onlookers around watched this scene attentively, and some reporters, although the camera was broken, secretly took out their mobile phones to record it.

The scene was a little scary, Song Qingchun felt that her palms were covered with sweat, she saw that her father never spoke, and pursed her lips vigorously: "Dad, I'm sorry, don't ...... it"

Before Song Qingchun's words were finished, Song Menghua suddenly raised his crutches.

Mr. Song Menghua, is this to be a family style in public? It's just that it's a daughter, so it's too heavy, right?

Some people secretly gasped, and some people couldn't bear to turn their heads away, Qin Yinan subconsciously walked over to Song Menghua.

Song Qingchun, who heard the sound of wind coming from the crutches across the air, closed his eyes hard, waiting for the pain to come.

Su Zhinian, who was standing next to her, turned around without thinking about it, and blocked in front of Song Qingchun.

Then, Song Menghua's crutches fell into the air and hit the floor where Su Zhinian was standing just now.

Because his strength was too great, the whole person leaned forward.

Almost the entire venue was stunned.

It turned out that after doing it for a long time, I didn't want to beat my daughter, but my son......

Even Su Zhinian's figure was fixed, and he let go of Song Qingchun with a stunned face, he hadn't yet stood firm, Song Menghua's crutches waved over again, and fell heavily on his back, hitting him staggered a step, and pounced on Song Qingchun's body.

Song Menghua seemed to be mad, and then another crutch knocked on Su Zhinian's back, and his mouth was angry and reprimanded: "You are not filial, you have disappointed me too much, Su Zhinian!" ”

Su Zhinian, who had been hit in the same place twice in a row, pursed his lips tightly and let out a very low muffled snort.

"Dad!" Song Qingchun, who came back to his senses, shouted without thinking about it, and then he was about to break free from Su Zhinian's arms to stop Song Menghua.

Su Zhinian, who heard the sound of the crutches falling for the third time, was afraid that the crutches with no long eyes would hurt Song Qingchun, and with a slight force on his arm, he trapped her firmly in his arms, and then there was a heart-piercing pain in his back, and his whole body shook slightly.

"Uncle Song!" Qin Yinan, who had just stopped because Song Menghua was empty, heard Song Qingchun's screams and rushed over in stride.

Fang Rou also moved her lips: "Dad, don't get excited......

Butler: "Sir, if you have something to say......

Song Menghua completely ignored everyone's persuasion, waved his cane again, and fell on Su Zhinian's body in a tone.