The young commander's little petite girl got mad at 70

Regardless of what is going on, when people come to your door during the Chinese New Year, you have to greet them with a smile.

"Comrade, what's the matter with you?"

The lesbian had very fair skin, a touch of red on the tip of her nose, and short hair that reached her ears. Almost everyone is wearing cotton-padded jackets this season, but she wears a sweater underneath, a woolen coat outside, and a red scarf tied around her neck.

The exposed eyebrows and eyes are soft, and he doesn't look like an unreasonable person.

Meng Wantang had just moved to the city and did not want to cause unnecessary conflicts with her neighbors. Distant relatives are not as good as close neighbors. It is very necessary to have good relations with your neighbors.

"Are you Lu Goucheng's mother?" The lesbian spoke so calmly.

What kind of idiot is this? When will this damn child grow up? Isn't he quite proud to be called Gou Sheng?

How could she remember that when she was a child, she would feel embarrassed when someone called her a nickname?

"Yes, I am Lu Suihe's mother." Meng Wantang saw many people poking their heads and wanted to invite them in, "How about we go in first? It's so cold outside, the child may not be able to bear it."

Even though the grown-up is pretty, he's not much better.

"Gou Sheng asked me to come. He told me that you are a doctor and can treat the injuries on this child's face." The female comrade pushed the child in front of her and asked him to go over and show Meng Wantang.

"I am a doctor, but not a doctor of Western medicine. I studied traditional Chinese medicine." Meng Wantang squatted down with a smile, stretched out her hand to pull the child in front of her, and carefully observed the injuries on the child's face.

Fortunately, it was winter. If it had been summer, 80% of the wounds would have healed.

"Doctor, will there be any scars on the child's face? If there is a scar..." Before the lesbian could finish her words, she was interrupted by Meng Wantang.

"This is a small injury. Go home and apply some purple liquid to disinfect it. There will be no trace in a few days." Meng Wantang suspected that this woman was teasing her on purpose.

"No trace at all?" The lesbian said in a strange tone.

The child in front of her was even more silent.

Meng Wantang felt a little weird: "Isn't there any trace of anything bad?"

This person can't let this child have some scars on his face, right?

The lesbian explained with worry: "It would be better if there were no scars. I'm worried that this child is prone to scars just like his mother. I'm worried that the child will be like this too."

"That's it, then..."

Meng Wantang was interrupted by someone's voice before she could finish her words.

"Who is Lu Gou Sheng's mother?"

A lesbian wearing a blue plaid top came over menacingly, pulling a child with messy hair, and stared back and forth at Meng Wantang and another lesbian.

The lesbian smiled before saying anything: "Are you also here to see the doctor? This is the person you are looking for."

Oh, White Lotus has shown its true face.

She was blind and didn't realize that this person was here to cause trouble, not to see a doctor?

Meng Wantang looked at the child's dog-gnawed hair and asked with a smile: "Sister, I am Lu Suihe's mother. Do you have anything to do with me?"

The eldest sister didn't care about this. She dragged her son and pushed her to Meng Wantang. She sneered and said, "Are you still asking me what's the matter? Are your eyes on your butt? You can't see my son being fucked by you. Is your son beaten like this?"

The smile in Meng Wantang's eyes faded, and her voice became colder.

"I really didn't see my son move his hands."

"Are you blind? Take a good look. It's the first month of the year. Your son has cut my son's hair like this. What do you think your family is worried about?" The lesbians who came from behind were almost mad.

"I don't even know who you are, and I haven't seen my son, so you come to tell me this? If I'm not mistaken, your son is ten years old, right? Then do you know how old my son is? My son He is not even seven years old after the Chinese New Year. He is small, a head shorter than your son."

During the first month of the year, there are no holidays in work units and factories, but many family members do not go to work.

There are many people watching the fun.

Meng Wantang didn't want her child to be criticized in the future.

"As for the reason for the fight, let's wait until the children come back." Meng Wantang suppressed the worry in her heart and wanted to see how the children were doing.

Lu Caihua was doing needlework in the house. She originally planned to go back to the village today. Meng Wantang said that it would be no big deal to go back, so he might as well live here.

When Lu Qingye left in the morning, he specifically asked her to stay at home for a few more days, saying that he was worried about his wife being alone at home.

Just like that, Lu Caihua didn't leave.

When she heard the commotion outside, she quickly put down her needlework and walked out.

"What happened?"

Lu Caihua guessed what was going on when she saw two children with bright faces, followed by their parents.

She originally wanted to make amends and apologize to them, but that didn't work, so she would pay them another two yuan.

"Sister, go out and look for the children." Meng Wantang was worried when she didn't see the children.

She can't leave, but Lu Caihua can go.

When Lu Caihua heard that the children hadn't come back, he didn't care about the parents who came to the door, and ran outside.

She had only taken two steps out when she yelled, "Little Fatty!"

Meng Wantang's whole body trembled, and she rushed outside. The lesbian who came from behind grabbed Meng Wantang's clothes and refused to let her go.

"release!"

Meng Wantang's eyes were so fierce that they could kill, and the woman's hand trembled and she let go.

If Xiaopang really has three advantages and two disadvantages, she can chop this woman up and feed it to the fishes.

As soon as Meng Wantang ran to the roadside, he saw Lu Caihua running towards this side holding a child with blood on his head. Seeing Meng Wantang was like seeing a savior.

"Wantang, look quickly, Xiaopang's head is broken and he's bleeding a lot."

"Don't panic."

Meng Wantang said not to panic, but she was also panicking in her heart. She couldn't be in a hurry, she had to check the injury on the little fat head first.

Fortunately, it only broke the skin and bled a lot, but no holes were made.

But the child fainted.

"Sister, send the child to the hospital." Meng Wantang was worried that the child's head was damaged.

"I, I'll take it right now."

Lu Caihua's lips trembled, but the hand holding Xiaopang was steady. It didn't matter if she fell, Xiaopang would definitely be fine.

"You can't leave, where are you going?" The comrade caught up and refused to let Meng Wantang leave.

Meng Wantang looked at the child behind the woman. His face was bruised and swollen from the beating, but there was no bleeding.

"Your children beat my son like this and don't give me an explanation. You can't go anywhere today."

Meng Wantang was worried about Fatty. When she saw Lu Caihua holding Fatty and walking away, Dani and Goudan followed, and then turned to ask the lesbian in front of her.

"Gou Sheng, what's going on?"

Her patience had reached its limit, and her hands clenched into fists were gathering strength.