After the divorce, the ex-wife kept losing her vest

Chapter 422 Mother and Daughter Quarrel
They all agreed and said they couldn't hear it.

Nan Song curled her lips, thinking that she would not care about Ms. Luo because she had just come back, and shouted louder, "Mom!"

Brothers: "..."

They all cast disgusted looks.

Damn it, do you think you are a tadpole?

Luo Yin: "Why are you shouting? You're busy. Go find your dad!"

"..."

Nan Song turned his head, looked at Nan Ningsong, and complained, "Dad, my mother bullied me again."

"It's okay, honey, we don't know her the same way."

Nan Ningsong glanced at Luo Yin and whispered to Nan Song in a low voice.

Nan Song nodded slightly, her eyes still red. She lowered her head and knelt on Nan Ningsong's knees, "Dad, I miss you so much."

Nan Ningsong raised his gentle palm slightly and gently comforted her on her head, "Mom and dad miss you too, every day."

Such a tender moment was interrupted by Quan Yeqian's scream.

"Don't shout!"

Luo Yin said impatiently: "I was so frightened that I pierced my stomach. I'm not responsible."

Quan Yeqian's face was so painful that he winced and said coquettishly, "It hurts..."

Luo Yin: "Be tough and imitate your big brother. He won't even say a word."

As he spoke, his hands mercilessly stitched up the wounds.

This scene really echoes the poem "The thread in the hands of a loving mother, the clothes on the wanderer's body", except that the clothes are directly pierced into the flesh.

Quan Yeqian was insensitive to the anesthetic, and his face turned pale from the pain.

"Mom, please take it easy. I'm your biological son. I just found a beautiful wife and I'm not tired of her yet. Don't really send me away."

Perhaps because he had been with Luo You for a long time, Quan Laoer spoke with a hint of Beijing movies.

"I know, isn't it Youyou, the girl who beat you to tears in the Shaolin Temple when you were a child?"

Luo Yin said: "Xiao Wu, record a video of your second brother and send it to Youyou to see how ugly he looks. I didn't scream as badly as he did when I gave birth to the baby."

Bai Luyu always listened to his mother's words and said "Okay" and immediately went to get his mobile phone.

Quan Yeqian glared, "Put down your phone, don't take pictures!"

Amidst the yelling, the wound was finally sutured, and Quan Yeqian felt as if he had given birth to a child. He had no strength to shout at all.

The whole person was paralyzed like a puddle of mud. A tough guy was as fragile as a porcelain doll, very lovable.

Nan Song felt very distressed when he saw it, and couldn't help but take out his mobile phone and take some photos of him.

"Don't...send it to Youyou."

Quan Yeqian moved his pale lips and said weakly to Nan Song, "I'm afraid she'll be worried."

"Don't worry, I have the numbers."

Nan Song thought to himself, he really had to resort to some bitter tricks, otherwise it would be impossible for Luo You not to beat him and make him unable to take care of himself just because of his second brother's behavior of leaving without saying goodbye.

"Brother, how are you?"

Although she was still a little angry with her elder brother, Nan Song couldn't help but feel distressed when she saw him lying on the operating table with injuries all over his body.

Although Luo Junheng didn't scream as loudly as Quan Yeqian, his face was as pale as wax, showing a sickly weakness.

"It's okay." Luo Junheng tilted his head slightly and said to Ji Mingren, "Thank you, Fourth Dad."

Ji Mingren took off his blood-covered gloves and smiled lightly, "You're welcome. Fortunately, I didn't hurt my muscles or bones, but I have to take good care of myself for a while."

Only then did Nan Song know that Luo Junheng had been shot in the left shoulder. His heart tugged hard and he bit his lip tightly while staring at his injury. "Did Sean hit him?"

Nan Song's eyes were red, and the emotions that had been accumulated for a long time suddenly burst out, "Why did you hide it from me? Why didn't you take me there!"

Everyone looked towards her.

Nan Song couldn't control her tears, and they rolled down in big chunks.

"Am I so useless? If I go, how can I help you? Even if I can't beat Sean, I can still block bullets for you!"

The atmosphere in the operating room suddenly became silent because of Nan Song's suppressed roar.

Nan Song covered her face with her hands and burst into tears.

The brothers looked at each other, and the fathers rushed to the door after hearing the sound, lying on the edge of the door one by one like a stack of arhats, looking in.

The little tiger showed off his power, and no one dared to speak.

Luo Yin carefully disinfected her hands and wiped them, then walked towards Nan Song, pulled her gently, raised her hand and slapped her on the butt.

This was a very strong move, which made the men inside and outside the house feel distressed.

"How old are you, and you still cry? Isn't it embarrassing?"

Luo Yin scolded Nan Song, but did not hit her again. Looking at her daughter's crying face, she wiped her tears not very gently and frowned in disgust.

"My nose is full of tears, I'm so dirty, and my makeup is all stained by tears."

She "tsk", looked at Nan Song's aggrieved face, crossed her arms and said, "You said Yu Jinwen is a good young man, why did you fall in love with you?"

Nan Song raised his head and glared at his mother with red eyes, "My dad is a very nice middle-aged young man, why does he fall in love with you?"

Luo Yin said "ha", "I am as beautiful as a flower and have a hot figure. Isn't it normal for him to fall in love with me?"

"I'm also pretty and have a hot figure, and I'm younger than you. Hey, where do you think this makes sense?"

When it comes to verbal disputes, Nan Song never gives in.

"Are you kidding, you're younger than me?"

Luo Yin said "hehe", "Look at the fine lines at the corners of your eyes. I don't have any wrinkles at all. Who wouldn't say we are sisters when we go out?"

Nan Song seamlessly said, "Even if we are sisters, you are also a sister, and I am a sister, so I am still younger than you."

"fart!"

Luo Yin was anxious, she was anxious, "Don't you just rely on the fact that you were born from my belly? Don't think that I dare not beat you to death!"

She rolled up her sleeves and was about to rush over to beat Nan Song, but Bai Luyu quickly hugged her.

"Hey, Mom... we are not as knowledgeable as a brat."

Ji Yundao: "That's right, in my eyes, mom is the most beautiful. Xiaoliu is nothing, she's just a young girl with yellow hair."

He Shen also came over and advised, "Mom, don't be angry. Anger is prone to wrinkles and gray hair."

As soon as she said this, Luo Yin took a deep breath and then let it out gently.

"Yes, you are right, I am not angry. Why should I be angry? There is no one to take care of me when I am angry. If I am angry to death, I cannot let the dead girl succeed."

Luo Yin was coaxed by her sons and walked out with a smile, "Come on, let's go out for tea."

Everyone went out in a grand manner, leaving Nan Ningsong, Luo Junheng and Quan Yeqian still in the operating room, lying down where they should and getting IV drips.

Thinking of the scene where the mother and daughter were bickering like primary school students just now, they couldn't help but laugh.

Nan Song looked depressed.

How old is Ms. Luoyin? She is still so disrespectful. This is what these men are used to.

(End of this chapter)