Marriage pet: marrying a thousand gold

Chapter 54 This child is not something you can beat!

Hearing this sentence, Jin Moumou, who was indifferent at first, flashed panic in his eyes, dropped the branch and rubbed himself up, grabbed the teacher's sleeve and shouted anxiously: "Don't call Qiqi!"

The parent's eyes lit up, as if he had grasped Jin's fear, and sneered: "Now you know you are afraid? Come here, or call that Qiqi directly!"

Jin Moumou pursed his lips, seeing that the parent really took out his mobile phone to make a call, so he hurriedly trotted over, and as soon as he reached the parent, Jin Moumou was slapped on the back of the head.

"So courageous, even my son dared to fight, do you know who I am? Ah?!"

"Sir, you can't beat the child, sir..."

The teacher wanted to stop him, but was pushed away by the fat parent: "I'll teach the child, what are you talking about, just stay away!"

After finishing speaking, he raised his big hand to strike again, but his wrist was held by another big wheat-colored hand, and a man's magnetic voice came from behind him: "Then tell me who you are."

Everyone, including the person involved, Jin Moumou, looked behind the parent curiously.

A tall and tall figure appeared in everyone's line of sight, before everyone understood what was going on, Song Qiyan easily grabbed the parent's wrist.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!"

Song Qiyan clamped that fat arm, and looked down at the parent who was half a head shorter than him, but there was a hint of sternness in his eyes, and the corner of his mouth curled up: "Boy? Are you looking for death?"

The parent gritted his teeth in pain, and threatened viciously: "If you let go of me now, I don't care about you and let you go, or you will look good!"

Song Qiyan narrowed his eyes slightly, but he really let go of his hands, ignoring the grinning of the parent who was covering his bruised wrist, turned around and walked up to Jin XX.

Jin, who was still in surprise, stared at Song Qiyan with round eyes, then blinked vigorously, as if he didn't believe what he saw.

Song Qiyan didn't talk to Jin XX, or communicated with the teacher who was also looking at him puzzled.

He just raised his hand to touch the back of Jin XX's head, and when his eyes fell on the swollen red envelope on XX's forehead, he frowned, fell silent for a moment, looked back at the parent and waved.

The parent gave Song Qiyan a contemptuous glance, and snorted lightly: "I want to apologize now, but let me tell you, it's too late!"

Song Qiyan smiled faintly when he heard the words, but the smile quickly disappeared instantly.

With his hands in his trouser pockets, he walked over slowly on his own initiative, causing everyone to be astonished.

"Hey!" The parent snorted disdainfully: "Now you know you're afraid? Son, dad told you, to be a human being, you must know how to know yourself, so as not to embarrass yourself—"

"Slap!" A crisp slap sounded, successfully blocking the parent's last word "eye" in the bottom of the throat.

"Oh my god..." There was a gasp all around.

The parent stared at Song Qiyan in front of him in disbelief, and raised one hand to touch the back of his head that was throbbing with pain. Did this kid hit the back of his head with his hands just now? !
"Damn, you brat, who told you to take care of yourself... Oh!"

There was another loud slap, and the parent lowered his head and covered the back of his head, everyone was dumbfounded.

What is the situation now?Are you going to fight? !
But the facts don't seem to be that serious——

Song Qiyan just pursed his lips and quietly watched the parent's distressed look, and didn't continue to do anything.

Huang Zixiao looked timidly at Song Qiyan, who was sullen. The complacency just now had disappeared, and he hid behind his father and never dared to come out again.

The parent's face turned green and white, and his face was trembling. He rolled up his sleeves, jumped and trembled, his stomach full of fat was about to shake his fist at Song Qiyan.

It's just that before the fist was raised high, Song Qiyan grabbed it preemptively and cut it behind his back. The pain caused him to scratch and scream: "Bastard boy, do you know who you are hitting, ah?!"

"Then do you know who you hit just now?" Song Qiyan turned a deaf ear to the parent's threats, and tightened his hand with a sneer: "This child is not something you can hit if you want."

The parents yelled unwillingly: "I don't care if I beat him! Who are you, are you his father? Ah?! Why don't you fart there and let me cool off wherever I go!"

"Not his father, but the man who will soon become his father." Song Qiyan answered flatly.

Regardless of the surprise on the parent's pale face, Song Qiyan exerted all his strength and pushed forward, easily pushing the chubby parent to the ground, lying there in a dog-planing position.

"Haha!" The children watching innocently giggled, and even the teachers and passers-by covered their mouths and snickered.

The parent spat out a handful of soil in his mouth angrily, and before he could stand up, Song Qiyan's leather shoes had already walked in front of him. Song Qiyan's violence just now left him with lingering fear.

Song Qiyan stood there like a king, the sun shone from behind him, and he couldn't see his expression clearly.

"Unconvinced? I'm used to sandbags, but I haven't tried a human sandbag yet. Do you want to try it?"

The parents on the ground lowered their heads and kept silent, but they clenched their fists to see that he was really angry, but they couldn't beat Song Qiyan, so they could only face the shrinking turtle.

Song Qiyan didn't mind the silence at all, he took out the handkerchief in his trouser pocket, wiped the hand that hit the man just now, and he casually threw the handkerchief on top of the long hairless head.

Then, under the dazed gaze of the crowd, he turned and walked towards the kindergarten gate.

He had just walked a few steps until he died, when he stopped again, and the parents who had just got up trembled in fright.

Song Qiyan turned his body slightly, put his hands in the pockets of his suit trousers: "It's better not to let me see you again, otherwise..." Curling the corners of his mouth, he added indifferently: "Every time I see you, hit me once."

After finishing speaking, he left without looking back, not noticing that a small figure also followed out secretly.

Song Qiyan returned to his car and sat quietly for a minute, when the door of the passenger seat was suddenly opened.

Song Qiyan, who was already upset, frowned, turned his head and was about to get angry when he saw a small head getting into the car, and he was speechless for a moment.

Jin Moumou struggled to climb into the passenger seat, and did not forget to politely thank the passer-by who opened the door for him: "Thank you Shushu, Shushu will be rewarded with good fortune!"

The passer-by touched Jin Moumou's head with a smile, and thoughtfully helped him close the car door before leaving.

Song Qiyan turned his head to look at the little man who was doing evil in his car with a little yellow chicken in his arms, and put one hand on the steering wheel: "I said, are you born familiar?"

(End of this chapter)