"Mom, the hair is too tight." Mr. Kang felt his mother's hand clump the hair, and then tied it with a head rope, he couldn't help but say.
"Ah?" Xia Sheng was a little surprised, she didn't tie it tightly.
"I just listened to the girls in our class saying this, and thought it was very funny." The child said with a smile.
Anyway, my hair is tied up, and I still have to play with the memes in the emoji bag to earn it back.
"Show the baby's head, Xiao Guou." Xia Sheng showed the child the photo.
The child's hair is soft, his face is soft, his eyes are big and round, and he has a small braid on his head, like a cute little girl.
When Mr. Kang saw the photo, he realized that it wasn't so strange. The 4-year-old boy was not the 24-year-old. He had a little tug on his head, which was very cute.
Mr. Kang suddenly didn't have that much rejection of theatrical performances. As for children, even if they put on make-up, they would only be cute, and would not be a shameful black history.
Xia Sheng was stunned for a moment when he looked at the smug child who was tied up with a small tug, and didn't know what to do.
Xia Sheng didn't say that boys can't have pigtails. She was forced to hate that she was a girl when she was a child, so she was particularly taboo in terms of gender.
Xia Sheng always felt that she would give birth to a daughter, because her grandmother gave birth to four daughters in a row, but none of them gave birth to a son. Her mother gave birth to two daughters, but she still has no son.
For my grandmother and mother, it was pain, and for her, it was a good thing.
What she always wanted was a daughter, she would allow her to love beauty, allow her to love cleanliness, allow her daughter to like what girls like, she would teach her to play the piano, teach her to dance, buy her a beautiful dress, tie her braids and send her to school with the other little girls.
Before the child was born, she had prepared her daughter's things, but the doctor held a wrinkled child to her and told her that she had given birth to a son.
At that moment, she had a feeling she couldn't tell, but she felt as if her heart was empty.
Later, the child couldn't speak, and Xia Sheng never told anyone. She always felt that the child couldn't speak because of her. The child might have felt that what she wanted was a daughter.
The child looked down at the mirror and shook his pigtails from time to time, smug and happy.
Xia Sheng looked at the smug child, as if she saw that when she was a child, her hair when she was a child was similar to that of her son now, and she would secretly make a braid for herself, and then look stinky in front of the mirror.
Mr. Kang is not using the camera function of his mobile phone to be smug, nor is he laughing very happily because he has made a small pinch.
He received a reply from the housekeeper. The other party was furious at first, and then he pointed out that after the other party sold Mr. Kang's piano for 6 million yuan at a price of 1 million, it became quiet again.
Mr. Kang is not afraid at all. As a former capitalist, in this era when everything can be judged by the whole people, the capitalists are all vulnerable groups.
Not to mention the lackeys of the capitalists who are full of black spots.
Among our forces, poor migrant workers and couples.
When my son got sick, he was fired because his son was sick. It was posted on the Internet, and a large group of migrant workers would come out and say, this stupid boss, I have brought in my boss, and I am so angry.
They are simply the commanding heights of political correctness.
In the opponent's forces, a wealthy second-generation capitalist who knows nothing of the sky and earth plus a housekeeper who secretly sold the wealthy's second-generation property.
Others are barefoot and not afraid to wear shoes. Their situation is stronger, they are barefoot, and the other is wearing someone else's shoes.
As long as he wants to keep the shoes on his feet, he will turn the big things into small things, and the small things will become small, and he will definitely give in.
"I called the police and you will be arrested and put in jail."
President Kang was about to reply when Xia Sheng came over: "Baby, stop playing with your phone, it's coming to us soon."
As Xia Sheng said that, he was about to get his mobile phone. President Kang just searched for a message and deleted it, because this mobile phone is not his own.
But the last message was too late.
Xia Sheng's face changed greatly when he took the phone.
Mr. Kang was also stunned. He always played a lot and liked things with high risk and high returns, but now he knew what the highest risk was in this matter just now!
When it's over, Xia Sheng will soon discover his secret.
Mr. Kang's head suddenly became a mess, and his hand unconsciously pulled his mother's clothes: "Mom—"
Xia Sheng lowered his head, the child grabbed the hair on both sides of his hair with his two small hands: "Look, I can have two tugs, like a little sheep."
Xia Sheng hummed, but found the information he wanted in another text message sent by the art center.
"Mom is going to deal with something." Xia Sheng picked up the baby and said, "Does the baby remember the last time mother beat the bad guy?"
Mr. Kang remembers it and will never forget it for the rest of his life. It's over, what do you mean by saying this now
"Don't be afraid for a while." Xia Sheng carried his son to the side to take a new number, and then tucked the list into the sleeve of his son's coat. The child's sleeves were shrinkable and would not fall out.
"Baby help mom keep this, okay?"
President Kang's heart was beating fast, and all that came to his mind were Xia Sheng's beating.
If his mother beats him for a while, he should not struggle or tear his mother's clothes.
Mom also seems to like the red coat that she is wearing today.
However, Mr. Kang found that his mother was holding him, took the elevator next to him, and pressed the 13th floor.
Wasn't his mother going to hit him, but to hit his original body
How dangerous is that!
Three minutes later, President Kang was lying on the hospital bed with one foot hanging in a plaster cast, and the man with the bandage on his nose showed the same confused expression.
"You called the police? You want me to sit in jail?" Xia Sheng's tone became dangerous.
President Zhang quickly let the two escorts in the ward leave. After all, these people can't listen to these things.
All of a sudden, there were only three people left in the room, and one was a 4-year-old child.
Mr. Zhang was still in a dazed state, but at this moment, the 4-year-old child suddenly understood what was going on.
The child suddenly realized, oh well, after Xia Sheng saw the message sent by the housekeeper, he automatically thought that Mr. Zhang wanted to call the police and arrest her for deliberately hurting people.
Mr. Zhang looked at the approaching woman, and the bridge of his nose and legs were abruptly aching.
Even if I have taken painkillers, this pain is like the pain in the memory.
All of a sudden, it was like returning to that morning, and the other party was as fierce as a beast.
"If you have something to say, don't do it again."
"Baby, cover your ears, close your eyes, and count from 1 to 100."
Xia Sheng didn't turn her head back, and gave orders to her own child. The child immediately covered his ears obediently and began to count—
"One, two..."
In the child's tender voice, Xia Sheng sat down beside him.
At first, Mr. Kang still tightly covered his ears and counted carefully, so all he could hear was the sound of his own counting.
But he was really too curious about the current situation in the ward, so he secretly released his ears and covered them.
The child's eyes widened and he swallowed. He only knew that violent and violent beatings was very terrifying.
But this method of the violent mother... is too cruel.
Mr. Zhang explained desperately at the moment: "I didn't call the police, I really didn't call the police."
Xia Sheng didn't believe it and dialed the number that sent the text message.
The housekeeper did not expect that the other party would dare to call. He was just trying to scare the other party, so how could he dare to call the police!
Mr. Zhang said quickly, "If you press the speakerphone, if it is my person, I will definitely not let it go."
Mr. Kang: "..." The development of this matter is a bit strange.
The phone only rang twice before someone picked it up.
President Zhang angrily said to the other end, "Who are you? Who told you to call the police?"
The child stood there, almost skeptical of life, listening to the development of all this, his mouth seemed to repeat the conditioned reflex——
"23, 23, 23..."
How could the aura of the housekeeper compare to the genuine President Zhang? After being severely criticized, he learned of President Zhang's identity and began to apologize repeatedly.
I don't know how to describe the expression on Mr. Kang's face at this moment.
He couldn't hear the voice of the housekeeper, but he could hear what Mr. Zhang said——
"You're very brave. Even if your boss is still awake, he wouldn't dare to interfere in my affairs."
President Kang: "..." is too much!
"You better deal with it. Don't think that no one knows about you. Don't forget who bought that piano?"
President Kang said 24 in his mouth, and said in his heart that he liked the way capitalists didn't speak clearly.
I don't know what to say over there, and then President Zhang scolded again. Mr. Kang felt that this thing was actually angry, and he didn't dare to scold Xia Sheng, so he just sent a punching bag, so he vented to his heart's content.
In the end, he seemed to be comforted by the people over there.
This miraculous scene made Mr. Kang understand a truth—
Man counts as God.
The only thing he was a little bit happy about was that it was his game, because everyone else only saw a small part of it.
Among the few people present, the only one who saw the truth was a famous detective who looked like a child but was too intelligent - oh, no, he was not Conan.
The home court is not his, Mr. Kang is still counting, but his ears hear his mother's very skillful threats and threats, Mr. Zhang agrees again and again.
President Kang is really hard to imagine that Xia Sheng actually has this side.
What happened to her then? She beat people up and took those unsightly photos for them, why did she go out crying herself
Xia Sheng resolved the matter and was sure that there was no problem, so he walked to the side and hugged his son who was obediently covering his ears and counting.
After the two of them left the ward, Mr. Kang clearly felt that the murderous aura of the violent mother just now was gone.
The violent mother took out the list in his sleeve and said with some discomfort: "It's over again, the delay here is too long, we have to queue up again."
Mr. Kang's face was expressionless, yes, yes, Mr. Zhang was just forced to be covered with big men by his mother, and was photographed casually.
And his violent mother, for no reason, was delayed for so much time, and now she has to queue up again!
Did they know that my mother had been in line for more than an hour just now, and she couldn't play with her mobile phone. Just sitting, she was so bored that she almost counted the hair on her child's head.
Now to line up again! Mom is so miserable!