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

"We didn't have so many tricks when we were little. Tell me quickly, did you get the little red flower?"

The man asked his son with a stern face.

The child shook off his father's hand and said, "You didn't get a red flower, do you think I can get one?"

The child was quite smart, knowing that he would be beaten for speaking like that, so he ran away. How could a child this young be able to outrun an adult?

His father was stunned for a moment, then ran after the child, caught him, pulled down his pants, pressed him on his legs and started beating him.

Xiaopang covered his mouth in shock, and then his body began to tremble violently.

Meng Wantang was originally watching the fun, but then she noticed something was wrong with the child in front of her. She immediately squatted down and held the fat boy in her arms.

"Jinhe, don't be afraid. Mom is here. Mom won't hit you, and no one will hit you either."

Xiaopang was sobbing and his whole body was shaking.

Meng Wantang was heartbroken. She was afraid that others would notice something was wrong with her child, and if that got out it would have a huge impact on the child's psychology, so she quickly carried the child home.

She knew that Xiaopang was stimulated.

There is nothing she can do now. She can only give the child enough sense of security so that the child is no longer afraid.

This cannot be accomplished overnight; it requires gradual inculcation over a long period of time.

Meng Wantang thought Xiaopang's problem had been cured long ago.

I didn’t expect that this seemingly optimistic and innocent child had never solved his psychological problems.

"What's going on here?"

Lin Su saw Meng Wantang carrying Xiaopang in, who was still trembling, and hurriedly followed.

Meng Wantang hugged Xiao Pang and comforted him, while saying to Lin Su: "It's nothing serious, it will be fine in a while."

Seeing the look Meng Wantang gave her, Lin Su tactfully did not ask any more questions, but went out and poured herself a cup of hot water.

"Should we give the child some water?" Lin Su's eyes were filled with anxiety. "Do we need to go to the hospital?"

Meng Wantang shook his head: "He will be fine in a while."

It seemed that what Meng Wantang said was true, and Xiaopang recovered after a while.

His eyes were somewhat empty, and he held Meng Wantang's sleeve tightly without letting go.

Meng Wantang spoke to the child in a low voice, constantly telling him that he was at home and that such things would not happen again. No matter what happened, no one would bully him.

Lin Su stood nearby and listened, her eyebrows knitted tightly together.

She couldn't help cursing that damn old woman in her heart.

It's all the fault of that dead old woman who looks kind but has a wicked heart.

If it weren’t for that dead old woman, Xiaopang wouldn’t have suffered from such a disease.

She was heartbroken.

Meng Wantang patiently coaxed Xiaopang for half an hour and finally got the child to fall asleep.

She tucked the child's back and did not leave.

"What's going on? Why did the child suddenly become like this?" Lin Su asked in a very low voice.

Meng Wantang's face was not very good either: "When I went to pick up the child, I said a few words at the door. As a result, a father and son who passed by heard it. The father heard that our child got a little red flower, so he asked his son. It turned out that his son was a little rebellious, and his father was so angry that he chased him and beat him. The child was spanked. I looked down and found Xiao Pang like this."

"We were near a kindergarten at the time, surrounded by students. I was worried that others would see us and say something behind our backs, so I took the child back."

While speaking, Meng Wantang did not forget to take the child's pulse.

Lin Su was worried after hearing this: "What should we do now? The child is so young and has already contracted such a disease. What will we do in the future?"

"What else can we do? Take it slow and treat it slowly. He will be fine when he grows up a little bit. Don't worry."

Meng Wantang said it lightly, but in fact he was not sure at all.

Xiaopang, this is a psychological problem.

She knew that there was more than just a simple reason why Xiaopang didn't speak.

I don’t know what that damn old woman did to Xiaopang?

Meng Wantang was so angry now that she just wanted to take him back and stab him twice to vent her anger.

"Okay, don't worry. I'm a doctor. Can I harm my own son?"

Meng Wantang glanced at the time and realized that she had been delayed for a long time. She stood up to cook and said to Lin Su, "Mom, you stay here and look after the kids. I'll go cook."

"Okay, go ahead, I'll watch him here."

Lin Su is now guarding Xiaopang closely and doesn't want to leave even a step.

She felt heartbroken when she saw the child's pale face.

"You don't have to make any roast chicken. The kids are asleep and won't be able to eat it. Just make some rice and eat a bite."

She had no appetite at all.

"If you don't eat and your health breaks down, who will take care of Xiaopang?" Meng Wantang sighed inwardly.

Lin Su frowned and said, "It's just a meal. You won't starve to death if you don't eat it."

"Let's do it. Call the child to eat later. If he doesn't eat, he will wake up hungry in the middle of the night. Then there will be nothing to give him."

Only then did Lin Su agree.

"Okay? Then just make it. Make what the child likes to eat. After eating what he likes, he will forget about all those messy things."

Meng Wantang also comforted Lin Su: "He is still young now. When he grows up in a few years, his memory of his childhood will not be so deep. He will forget it after a while, so don't worry."

"I know, go and cook."

Lin Su urged her.

Meng Wantang turned around and went out. She was absent-minded while cooking. She only hated that she had read too few books and learned too little knowledge in her previous life.

Otherwise, we would definitely come up with a reasonable solution to Xiaopang’s situation.

Meng Wantang thought that the child would not wake up for a while and would definitely need to sleep a little longer.

She found the seasonings, took out the broiler chicken she had bought, and slowly roasted it.

I will use the other chicken to make spicy chicken for her mother later.

I hope Ms. Lin will feel better after eating the spicy chicken.

The roast chicken is ready and the aroma fills the whole yard.

There was movement at the door.

Meng Wantang stuck her head out and looked outside. It was Lu Qingye who came back.

Lu Qingye went straight into the kitchen and saw her making roast chicken. He asked in surprise, "Doesn't this take a long time? Why did you think of making this today? Are you going to have a day off tomorrow?"

"No, I'm going to comfort the child."

"What's wrong?" Lu Qingye keenly sensed that something was wrong.

Meng Wantang did not hide it and told Lu Qingye everything that happened in front of the kindergarten.

Lu Qingye's face darkened: "Is the child's illness difficult to cure?"

"Psychological problems are inherently vague, and you can't just take a pill to stop the pain. Some memories can't just be forgotten. He was young at the time and couldn't express it, so he remembered it all. Even if he doesn't remember it, he will be stimulated by seeing certain images."