With such a commotion, everyone in the yard came out.
The seventh cousin frowned: "Where is his grandfather?"
"I don't know." Wu Lan whispered, "I just heard them talking. I guess they can't take care of the kids and they can't look down on them."
Besides, the character of a child is also related to what he was taught at home. Just like how Song Youde was always obedient and partial to his eldest son... Well, I am getting off topic.
In short, Wu Lan guessed that maybe even though Old Man Li couldn't control his grandson, he still had his own grandson and wanted to use Qiao Qiao's car to coax him? Then it made sense that he didn't come out at this time.
Not only her, but everyone probably guessed the same thing even though no one asked.
As for this guy, facing the annoying little fat boy Li Haoxuan, Qiao Qiao did not give in at all: "Da Huang is yours, if you don't feel sorry for it, you are bad! Da Duo is mine, I won't give it to you if I don't give it to you!"
After he finished speaking, he grabbed Li Haoxuan's clothes and pulled him down: "Go away! You are not allowed to touch Da Duo!"
He is tall and strong, so it is easy for him to pull a kid. Instead, the live broadcast room became lively - it is so interesting to see a naughty kid getting beaten!
Fight, fight!
The naughty kid really deserves a beating
It's better not to fight him, ask his family to come, otherwise he will blackmail you if you get into trouble.
This kid is so cruel.
Don't let him kill Da Huang! Da Huang is so pitiful, just buy it.
Who are you? How many tens of thousands of dollars are you going to pay for a cow
That is, don't use moral kidnapping
Am I the only one concerned about the name of this tricycle
Hey, I noticed it too. How should I put it? It's Teacher Qiao Qiao's style.
But at this moment, no one was paying attention to the live broadcast anymore. Instead, everyone was staring at the little fat boy in front of them who was breathing heavily with his fists clenched.
Then, as expected, he rushed towards Qiao Qiao again: "Ah, I'm going to beat you to death!"
However, this time Qiao Qiao was prepared. Instead of being knocked away, he bounced back two steps and fell on his butt.
This made him completely stunned.
Then he just rolled on the ground, like a giant white worm that had just been dug out of a vegetable patch, rolling from one end to the other, howling:
“I want this car! I want this car!” “Mom—Dad—wooooooo I want this car!”
"They all bully me! The old man also bullies me, and my grandpa doesn't like me at all, wuwuwu..."
This time I made some progress compared to before. Maybe I was really wronged and tears came out.
Qiao Qiao directly covered her ears, and then shook her head frantically:
"I don't want to listen, you bastard."
Song Tan almost laughed out loud.
If this continues, this naughty child will roll around in the yard all night and Qiao Qiao might even be able to sleep soundly.
However, this naughty child is not hers, so why should she let him get in the way
It would be better if old man Li didn’t show up!
Now she took two steps forward and pulled out a sesame stalk from the sack in the corner:
"Who told you to ask for things like this?"
"How did your parents teach you? If you don't get up, I'm going to beat you."
What a coincidence, isn’t it
Li Haoxuan has heard this since he was a child!
His father likes to yell like this whenever he has nothing to do, but he never hits him.
Because the fucking howling was louder than his.
At this moment, his eyes rolled and his wailing became louder, even his tears stopped.
She just cried, looked at Song Tan, and howled... Her facial features were so busy that she couldn't even keep track of the tears.
Song Tan smiled.
In front of the live camera, she slowly and methodically plucked off the leaves and pods from the sesame stalks, leaving only a thin stalk with a dull green color.
Then he suddenly took a step forward and stared into the little fat boy's eyes:
"Are you going to leave or not?"
The little fat boy rolled on the ground, then looked up at her: "I won't!"
"Give me this car, or I won't leave!"
Good job!
The live broadcast room also praised it—
He is a man with a face that looks like he has been beaten.
What kind of education is this
Oh, don't hit him, don't hit him. He's not your own child. If you hit him, people will find fault with you.
Call his parents directly
During the summer vacation, I live in the countryside, so my parents are definitely not around, so beating them is useless.
If you ask me, such a child should be beaten! Just don't hurt him.
You think too much and don't even look at what the host sister is holding.
Just the sesame stalks, picked thin ones, and dried for a day... They are either crispy or wilted, what can go wrong with them
As expected of Teacher Qiao Qiao's sister, she is so gentle
They use such thin sesame sticks to beat naughty kids. When I was a kid, my dad used bamboo sticks to make whizzing sounds.
My mother uses a broomstick
My dad took the belt
I remember my dad gave me a big slap in the face because I stole a beehive and put it in my quilt.
…
Earlier I wanted to say your father was too cruel, but now I just want to say that after all, you are my biological child, so I just gave you a slap in the face.
We are all villagers. What could go wrong with such a thin sesame stalk
Even my seventh cousin was watching happily from the side, and Yanran and the others were just enjoying the fun and were reluctant to look away.
really!
Everyone in the live broadcast room only saw Song Tan lightly waving the thin sesame stalk, as if he didn't dare to use force, and slowly hit the little fat boy's butt.
It was like tickling her, but the other party didn't change at all. Instead, he became arrogant and made a face at her.
"Lululu—go ahead and hit me, go ahead and hit me, I'll ask my dad to beat you to death!"
As he spoke, he rolled over comfortably:
"Go ahead and hit me! I'm not afraid.
Everyone: … It turns out that this sesame stalk is too thin and useless!
My seventh cousin has such a bad temper!
At this moment, he raised his voice and said, "Song Tan, wait a minute. I'll break off a bamboo stick for you!"
The live broadcast room was also full of chatter -
The old man is right, we have to pick a bamboo stick, the one at the tip!
Yes, that thing hurts a lot, but it can't hurt people.
Bamboo shoots! Use bamboo shoots! They are the best for hitting people. When I was in school, every teacher had one.
"fine."
Song Tan's voice was gentle:
"He's not our child. Just give him a couple of beatings to teach him a lesson. Otherwise, if he keeps making trouble in the yard, Grandpa Li won't be able to bear the brunt of the situation."
Her face was gentle, and her words were even gentler:
"I have to let him know today. Even if he cries all night in our house, I won't give him Qiao Qiao's car."
"Yes! I won't give it to you!"
Qiao Qiao also became happy.
Then, Song Tan raised his wrist again, and lightly slapped the fat boy's butt through his pants.
After a brief silence, as if the pain was being conveyed, or as if the emotions had just been brewing, the child suddenly cried out "Ah", tears streaming down his face!